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Disclaimer: The wonderful Michael Grant owns Gone, not me.
Jack had never been particularly brave, but to him, his last moments were nothing if not that.
He was a nerd. A fact he'd never really minded, maybe once in a while he'd wanted to be a guy like Caine Soren or Sam Temple, both leaders, both handsome, both masters of incredible power. He'd wanted people to listen to him, just as they had to them. Once upon a time.
Jack was over that, had been for a while.
He was over the power plays, over the killing, over everything. Everyone was, even Caine, the guy who reveled in it. Jack just wanted to be free.
Toward the end he wondered if he'd make it out. He was smart, he knew that, but during his time in the FAYZ he realized that intelligence wasn't everything. It was about the power.
Jack had power too.
He had incredible strength that put the Hulk to shame. A lot of people always thought of someone as either brawny or brainy. Jack was both.
So Jack had began to think that maybe he could beat this. He could survive, he could, had been for the last year. He'd survived countless battles, he could last one more.
But then it came to the end and he was running, and then he saw Sam. Chained and battered, there'd been no way the older boy could make it out. Not with all of the mayhem going on around them, it would've been too late by the time someone made their way to help him.
It was going to end soon, Jack felt, either all of them were going to die or they'd be free. It was more likely the first but Jack had a feeling... a good feeling about the outcome. He couldn't explain it. It was probably just the adrenaline feeding his optimism.
Sam deserved a happy ending.
He carried the older boy with all of his mighty strength and kept going, kept moving, and somewhere along the lines he was suddenly falling and there was pain. It spread throughout him, suffocating his poor heart, and leaking out of his mouth. He said something, though he didn't know what, and felt himself die a little at the look on Sam Temple's face. He grabbed hold of the chain confining his friends body and used the last of his strength for one massive pull.
Jack had never been particularly brave, but to everyone who knew of him, his last moments were nothing if not that.
It's not very good, but I found it in an old notebook, and thought why the hell not.
