Hi guys! Please let me know what you think of this story in the comments. I'm open to prompts, improvements, and even suggestions about if I should continue it or not. One shot right now, but if you want more I'm willing Right now I'm shipping Lucy and Wyatt, but not sure what that would be called. Lyatt? Wucy? Lucatt? Wycy? Doesn't sound right. Sounds like some cheap villain names. Any suggestions? HINT: LEAVE A COMMENT, PEOPLE.
Disclaimer: I don't own em guys, just playing.
I hadn't felt the bullet hit me; only the heat. The sound. The smell of gun smoke. No fear, just urgency. Just plain adrenaline. Oh God. Then it hit me. Pain. Damn.
I hadn't felt burning like that before. But then there was that adrenaline. It pushed me forward, shouting at Lucy and Rufus to get out of that place. What I was feeling I wasn't -and never would be- ready to share with them. If they got hit, this was over. Flynn escapes justice, destroys American history, and risks the lives of millions all over the world.
"What about you?" Lucy shouted, wrestling with her skirts. Rufus was pulling her.
"Right behind you!" I squeezed off another shot before ducking after them. I wasn't scared. I kept telling myself I wasn't scared, thinking that somehow that made it real.
We arrived at a hotel. Or rather, they arrived, and I stumbled. When we got inside I collapsed onto the bed, breath leaving my lungs. I was losing too much blood. Not afraid. Not afraid. I'm not afraid.
"Get the knife." I said. Or something like that. I don't remember it now. Wasn't scared. I'm a soldier; I am expected to be this way, cold and unfeeling. Never afraid.
When Lucy left, a part of me felt that fear. But no, I can't feel that. Not now, I am strong. For Rufus, who doesn't know what he's doing. That alone would scare the heck out of the bravest man alive. I'm not scared when I feel the blood spreading down my back, dyeing the blankets crimson. I sure have left my mark on history. Not afraid. Not when Rufus finishes disinfecting the knife. But when he looks at me, with all that honesty…. All that fear in his eyes.
Then I am afraid.