First Fanfic, so it may be bad, but I'm proud :D I love Shawn, and i hope they finish his story, because i honestly believe he isn't dead. Enjoy!
The heat was unbearable in the tiny, cramped room. The floor was covered in litter and dirt, and a tiny cot was shoved in a corner. An infant cried softly, wrapped in some grimy rags.
Natara's hand trembled as she trained the gun on her suspect. She tried to get a clear shot, but Shawn Mallory was stepping from side to side, obscuring her view of the man pointing his gun at the cot.
The small mewling baby thrashed weakly as the barrel of the gun moved nearer and nearer to its head. "Drop the gun or I'll shoot!" the stocky man hopped agitatedly training the gun on the baby, then Shawn, then back to the baby.
He didn't seem to notice Natara lurking in the shadows. 'It's now or never Natara, now or never, just SHOOT him' thoughts raced through her mind, what if she missed, and risked everyone being shot? Or what if she shot Shawn? He was awfully close, and kept bobbing in front of her. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she shot him, she loved him so much, he was everything to her.
Time seemed to slow down as Natara raced to make up her mind, shoot? Or don't shoot? Before she could decide, a loud gunshot rang out, and the house was horribly silent. Natara ducked down and closed her eyes, not daring to find out who had shot who.
The crying stopped, and Natara slowly opened her eyes. She fought back the tears, and tried to stop herself gagging as she saw what had happened.
Blood was splattered all over the cot, and there was no movement or crying from inside. The rags were rapidly turning crimson.
Without thinking, she ran out of the shadows towards the cot, elbowing the man out of the way, just as Shawn shot at him. The bullet hit Natara square in the shoulder, and she fell, hitting her head on the floor.
Her vision started to fade, and she was vaguely aware of Shawn kneeling beside her, applying pressure to her shoulder. "You shot me, Shawn, you shot me" she whispered, watching blood seep along the dusty floorboards. "I know Natara, I know, I'm so sorry" Shawn's eyes began to spill tears, and they were the last things Natara saw as she felt herself drift into unconsciousness.
The last thing she heard were Shawn's choked sobs as he cradled her head in his arms, his hands covered in her blood, as she heard the faint wail of sirens getting closer.
"Hold on Natara, hold on"
Ooooooh ;) Snazz, eh? Review please? Also, please PM/Review any ideas for other CoD stories for me to write, because obviously i don't want to write fanfics no ne wants to read xD