Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Frequency, no copyright infringement is intended. I do, however, own the character Parker Lally.
The idea for this story just kind of popped into my head one night. It's not meant to be long, just enough to get it out of my head and onto the computer screen.
Raimy felt coolness on her cheek, a contrast to the blinding white hot pain that radiated from her shoulder and side. Her eyes struggled to focus from both the darkness of the room and the blood loss that was slowly sending her towards unconsciousness.
Swallowing hard, she tried desperately to prepare herself for another attack, but her body refused to move. This was it, she thought. I'm going to die. Her gun had fallen from her grasp when he'd shot her and the darkness masked its whereabouts.
"Raimy. Raimy. Raimy," a man's voice sang out to her. She could hear his footsteps getting closer as his shoes clicked against the cement floor. He stood above her, his face hidden in the shadows. He nudged her in the side with the tip of his shoe. "You and your father have been one sweet pain in the ass over the years, but it looks like I win. Your father's dead, I killed your mother and now I get to watch you die. How perfect is that?"
"Fuck you," Raimy mumbled, turning her head away from him in disgust.
He laughed. "Always the tough little girl right up until the bitter end, huh? Your mother was a tough cookie, too – fought me pretty good. But I…"
"Shut up!" Raimy yelled, sending a shockwave of pain throughout her body as it aggravated her wounds, especially the one in her side. She knew the bullet had broken her ribs, and she imagined that the shards of bone had punctured her lung. Each breath she took was getting more difficult, the biting pain deep inside was sheer agony.
He smiled, basking in her physical and emotional pain as he got closer. He aimed is gun at her. "I remember when I had my hands around your mother's neck, squeezing the life out of her, she cried out for you as she took her last breath."
Rage overtook her and before she realized she was moving, she had kicked his legs out from underneath him, sending him crashing backwards onto the floor. A shot rang out that narrowly missed her, chipping the concrete by her leg. Wrapping herself around his arm, she struggled to get the gun away from him, but her new-found strength wasn't enough, especially in her condition.
A forceful shove sent her sprawling and he quickly got to his feet. "In a way I admire your tenacity," he said as he wiped his sleeve across his bottom lip. Aiming his gun at her, a devilish grin spread across his face. "Tell your parents I said hello."
Raimy closed her eyes seconds before a gunshot echoed through the room.