Hey guys its me, maria199805
Here Is another story, sorry I haven't been writing much! I have been studying hard and had my birthday. So as usual sucky grammar!
"Justice, son." Anderson is staring at me now. "I'm talking about justice. I like the idea of setting things right. Of putting order back into the world. And I was waiting for you to arrive so I could show you exactly what I mean. This," he says, "is what I should've done the first time." He glances at Warner. "Are you listening? Pay close attention now. Are you watching?"
He pulls out a gun.
And shoots me in the chest.
My chest explodes. I'm thrown backward, my head smashing against the rough carpet. It's pain like I've never imagined, pain I never thought I would ever feel. It's like a bomb has gone off in my chest, and suddenly everything slows down. I can feel the the warmth of my life flowing around my body's to the earth. I wish this wasn't goodbye, I wish I still had time to destroy Anderson but now I am to close to death. Hot tears stream from my eyes, unable to stop the overflow. "Goodnight child, may hell be kind" whispers floats around me, choking me. I can't breathe, my short pants for air suddenly slow as darkness clouds my vision, 'May hell be kind' was the thought before everything turned black.
"You have to!" I hear Warner shouts.
"But we can't—we can't t-touch her," Sonya is saying, choking back tears. "There's no way for us to help her—"
"I can't believe she's actually dying," Sara gasps. "I didn't think you were telling the truth—"
"She's not dying!" Warner says. "She is not going to die! Please, listen, I'm telling you," he says, desperate now, "you can help her—I've been trying to explain to you," he says, "all you have to do is touch me and I can take your power—I can be the transfer, I can control it and redirect your Energy—"
"That's not possible," Sonya says. "That's not—Castle never said you could do that—he would've told us if you could do that—"
"Jesus, please, just listen to me," he says, his voice breaking. "I'm not trying to trick you—"
"You kidnapped us!" they both shout at the same time.
"That wasn't me! I wasn't the one who kidnapped you—"
"How are we supposed to trust you?" Sara says. "How do we know you didn't do this to her yourself?"
"Why don't you care?" He's breathing so hard now. "How can you not care? Why don't..."
I couldn't keep the rush of air escaping my blood filled lungs, it sounded wet and gurgled.
"Juliette" that one word sounded so broken, so lost, filled with pain that I wanted erase from his voice. "Juliette? JULIETTE—"
Warner's voice is a piece of string I want to hold. I want to catch it, I want him to pull me out of this dead limbo I'm trapped in, but it's to late I can feel myself finally start to fall into the blessed darkness. I look up into Warner's glazed eyes with boiling tears searing my face. Than nothing, just the darkness, the thing that even the bravest of men cower to, Death!
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