Goodbye Shooter
Written by: Shane Hughett
Warnings: Violence
Disclaimer: I own NO rights to Basic Instinct
Nick Curran walked along the sidewalk, a pissed off expression on his face. He had been trying to get a hold of Catherine for the past three weeks and he couldn't.
The empty street next to him reminded him of Catherine's feelings for him. Or , lack of feelings.
Then again if he did get to talk to her it might not go so well. The last time he talked to her, she was...well...doing what she did best. Fucking somebody. Who she was fucking, he didn't know. But he had his suspicions.
A flash of light startled him out of his thoughts. A car raced up the sidewalk. It was expensive, a Porche. Newer model. He tried jumping out of the way, but he didn't succeed fully.
The front left tire crushed over his right ankle. Nick cried out in pain, falling onto the cold, unforgiving concrete.
He crawled into the alley, as the car was blocking any means of escape onto the street. He heard the car door open behind him and he crawled faster.
He heard the footsteps creeping up behind him and he tried crying out, but no noise escaped his mouth. He felt utterly and completely alone, and helpless. Something he had not felt since Catherine. He hated that feeling.
He pulled out his gun out of his holster, turning around to face the figure. The figure was wearing a trenchcoat, black, with the hood up. The night was too dark and the alley was too dimly lit for Nick to see the figure's face.
The figure kicked the gun out of Nick's hand in a swift motion. Nick rolled over and grabbed for the gun on the ground, but it was too late.
The figure picked up a glass bottle off of the ground and smashed it into Nick's head.
The last thing Nick saw was a wisp of blonde hair from under the hood of the coat.
A/N: I was inspired today after I watched BI2 on cable. I was wondering whatever happened to Nick so, here it is. By the way, this is between Basic Instinct 1 and 2.