Where will you go?
A/N::: Alright, this idea popped in my head, and was inspired by How To Save A Life- The Fray. So, read and review, and, if you really want to get into it, listen to New Divide by Linkin Park during the fighting, and Never Say Never by The Fray. :D
Disclaimer::: I do not own the Gallagher Series.
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"Zach!" He's dying. He's dying, and I can't do anything because of these damn binds. I squirmed, trying to loosen the thick rope. He's bleeding, coughing up blood. And yet he's still protecting me from them. Another shot goes off. He grunts and falls on one knee, but still held his useless gun.
"Zach!!" I throw myself forward but the wooden chair weighs me down. My vision blurs. A miracle, I thought. We need a miracle.
"It was pure luck, I'm telling you! If she would've jumped off at least one degree off she would've died!" I pounded the table. He just chuckled and shook his head. "What?" Why is he laughing?
"Cammie, Cammie, Cammie," he said. I glared. "In our world, luck is a luxury we can hardly afford. Skills. That's what helped Rebecca survive. Superman isn't gonna swoop you off your feet and save you. If you want luck, you gotta earn it. Or else; you die."
So I'll earn my luck. I threw myself again harder, and transferring my weight to my feet. Using my momentum, I picked myself up and slammed the chair against the metal cold wall. It cracked, and I was free.
Quick as lightning, I pulled out a dagger from my thigh sheath and threw it at the gunman before he even saw it.
"Get her!" The other three man started coming at me, but I was too fast. I pulled out three thin needles that held my hair up and threw it at their throat. They simultaneously slumped to the ground, but I was already beside Zach.
"Hold on just a bit longer Zach. Just hold on." It hurt my very existence to look at him. His face was bruised; his shoulder, stomach and leg bleeding. All because of me. "I'm sorry Zach. I didn't think-"
"Cammie…" he reached out a bloody hand and I took it in mine. "Don't be… too hard… on yourself." Tears threatened to fall. Instead, I squeezed his hand reassuringly. I have to help.
Immediately, I ripped off a torn piece of my dress and wrapped his leg. I checked his pulse; slow but stable. I tore a piece of his polyester pants off and wrapped his arm wound tightly. "Zach," I started, but his shaky fingers were unbuttoning his shirt. I quickly unbuttoned the rest, only to come to a bloody undershirt. I lifted it carefully and bit back a cry; the bullet hit his rib cage, which was making it difficult to breathe and move for him. I wrapped it with his torn sleeve and quickly covered it. I then pressed a button on my ruby "necklace."
"Bookworm. Bookworm, you there?" I was met with silence. "BOOKWORM!"
"It's Wise Tech now." Came the quiet reply.
"Whatever. Look, I need back up now and medics stat. I have a 419." I glanced at Zach, wondering if he'd be able to make it. Of course he will.
Telling her the situation must have sobered her up, because the sound of nimble fingers hitting a keyboard filled the tiny room (you'd have to be trained to hear it). "How many?"
"One." Zach started to cough up blood, and I bit my lip.
"Type of serious injury?" there was murmuring in the background.
"Multiple gunshot wounds."
"Areas?"
"Leg, shoulder, torso."
"Your location?" the murmuring was now yelling.
"Basement of the Chelry Hotel."
"We'll be there ASAP." There was a static-y sound.
"Hurry." My voice was hoarse, and my body was still sore from the chair stunt. But I ignored it as Zach's eyes fluttered.
"Your arm…" he muttered, his breathing slow and ragged. I glanced at my shoulder, and sure enough, there was a good sized piece of wood sticking out, leading a trail of blood. I bit my lip and winced as I pulled it out and threw it. I took deep breaths, and when he said, "I don't think… I'll make it…" it was much worse than pulling out a big splinter out of my arm.
"Don't say that. You… you can't leave me. Not now." I felt a tear roll down my cheek unwillingly.
"I'm sorry Cammie… I can't… can't do it…" He coughed hard and gasped, pain etched in his face.
I cradled his head in my lap and caressed his face. "N-nonsense, Zachary." I wiped away the rolling tears and forced a pained smile. "We wrapped your wounds. You're gonna make it. Don't give up. Remember the others? Our d-dream together?" he smiled up at me sadly and slowly raised our entwined hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles. I fought back a sob.
"We've already started…" I let a sob escape my lips. H-how did he k-know? He looked up at me like he'd never seen me before. His eyes gleamed and he smiled weakly. "Like the sun itself… Beautiful." Fresh tears escaped my eyes and I let out another sob.
"I'm so s-sorry Zach. If only I k-knew… if I knew they were t-this g-good… I would have n-never accepted the m-mission." I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the sobs, but failed. Zach was going to die, and it was inevitable.
"The mission… was successful, right?" His voice held hope; hope that his last mission was successful.
I nodded, unable to speak. He closed his eyes, and a rush of footsteps over head filled the small cell. Hope filled me.
"I can't… I can't hold on much longer Cammie." He gasped for air.
"Y-yes you can. They're almost h-here. You're a Blackthorne boy, r-remember?" The thought of us younger brought a small heartbreaking smile to his face.
"I remember… Gallagher Girl…" his chest rose slowly as he started giving in, his body tired of fighting.
"I love you Cammie… Always have…" He opened his eyes, and they showed emotions that only I've witnessed. My vision blurred.
"I love you too, Zach," I whispered.
"Don't give up… Cammie… I will… be your guardian…" His eyes fluttered, and I feared it was the end. But he gave my hand a light reassuring squeeze. He's fighting for his last words.
"D-don't go! I need you! T-they're almost here Zach, just h-hold on!" He smiled weakly.
"Goodbye Cammie…" He sucked in his last couple of breaths. My sobs and pleas of "Don't go!" filled the tiny space. I held both of his hands, our foreheads touching, telling him to hold on. His ragged breaths stopped, and I looked up, scared he was gone.
"I love you, Cameron." His chest dropped for the last time, and his hands went limp. I leaned my head against his chest; his heart beat one last time slowly, and stopped. And that's when the realization came crashing down.
"ZACH!!!" My scream echoed, and it was like someone muted all the noise. Everything was dead silent to me as I sobbed uncontrollably, thinking over and over He's gone. He's dead. And it's all my fault. I didn't hear them when they entered. But they did, and Liz was with them, pulling me away, trying to whisper things to me, but I cupped my face, shaking my head. He's gone. Zach's dead. And it's all my fault.
And then, it was like every sound came back to me, twice as strong. I heard the medics voice as he yelled "Clear!" and used the defibrillator on Zach's lifeless body. I heard Liz's soothing voice in my ear, but couldn't make out the words. Zach's dead. And it's all my fault.'
And then I caught what Liz kept repeating. "It's not your fault, Cammie." This one phrase, five simple words, made me fall to my knees and cry my heart out. I can take anyone's blow but Death's. I'll take a bullet to the chest. I'll take a blow from a guy. Anyone's but Death's.
I let myself fall forward, my forehead stinging as it touched the cold floor. I kept banging the floor with my good arm, screaming "Why!" I heard the defibrillator come to a stop and more yelling, but the world was on mute again. He's gone. Zach's dead, and it's all my fault.
Liz was beside me, and kept whispering something in my ear. But I couldn't hear anything, as I felt my body slipping away, my mind not believing what happened. I felt my eyes flutter, and I realized I was now laying on the floor, the cold seeping into my skin. My tears made plop noises as it made contact with the floor. I felt as the shadows tried dragging me down, felt the earth tremble beneath me. But my focus was on Liz. Her lips. She was saying something.
"…make it" was all I caught, and for the tiniest second, I thought she said Zach was going to make it. But before I could do anything, the dark enclosed me, trapping me, and everything gave away to darkness.
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A/N::: Alright, so did it make you cry or scoff at my lame attempt? Good? Bad? TELL ME IN YOUR REVIEWS!!! :D And tell me if I should make this a Two-shot.
Oh, and by the way, this'll be one of my last updates in a while, 'cause I'm going on away for 2 weeks, and won't have access to computers (let alone internet ._.)
Yours truly,
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