Disclaimer: The thunderbirds aren't mine.
AN: I couldn't resist. I shouldn't be starting another story with all the other ones I have going but this one just begged to be started. This first part is really short but I don't want to give too much away right at the begining.
Everything around me seemed to be happening in slow motion. The sound of a gun going off. The evil laugh of the Hood. John's scream. I could hear the pain in it and I felt my heart skip a beat. I looked around desperately, trying to find some indication of where he was at. All I saw was grey.
A dense, thick fog was all around me. It obscured everything. It was like I was trapped in a void.
I started moving in the direction that I thought John's cry had come from. I wanted to run but I couldn't. It was like the fog around me was holding me back. Like I was trying to wade through molasses and not fog.
"Noooo . . ."
I heard the yell split the air. It took me a moment to realize that it was my own voice. That the cry had come from me.
Finally the fog seemed to part before me. I saw John lying there, a slight rise and fall of his chest indicating to me that he was still alive. There was a read spot on his uniform that was slowly spreading. His eyes were open, and he was gazing up at me, pain dulling their normal bright blue color. Eyes that begged me to help him.
"You failed me," I heard him whisper, the words echoing through the fog around us. Then John closed his eyes, and his chest fell once again. I waited for it to rise again. Praying that there would be some kind of movement, as I still struggled toward him. Feeling more helpless than I ever had in my life.
Finally I reached him. I fell to my knees beside him.
"John!" I cried out desperately, still waiting for some kind of movement. Some kind of reaction that would tell me that I hadn't lost him.
There was none.
I reached down and pulled his lifeless body into my arms. Holding him close to me. Wishing it were me and not him. Wishing that somehow I could bring him back to life.
Suddenly the grey around me seemed appropriate. The void around me was all I saw, like nothing else existed and for me, my world had ended with his last breath. I felt empty inside. Like I had lost part of myself.
"I'm sorry, John," I whispered softly as the tears started rolling down my cheeks.
The Hood's laughter filled my ears.