Title: Death Among Friends
Author: Logicbomb.32
Ships: Honestly, pick your own.
Summary: I can analyze it over and over again but it all comes down to the same thing…I never got to say good-bye.
Authors Note: This is from first person POV and if you know my writing the characters involved are Emily/JJ, however it can be anyone you want. Seriously, be creative, pick any characters you want and they don't even have to be romantically involved. I wrote this with Emily and JJ in mind so that's my take but it can work for whomever you want.
Ten.
The number of people ready and waiting to storm the house where you we being kept, eight S.W.A.T. members Derek and myself. I had begged Hotch to let me join them and I think it was thanks to Derek volunteering to come with me that did the trick.
Nine.
The number of voices shouting various phrases as we entered the house, I alone was silent because I feared that if I tried to talk I would start break down. I needed to see you, wanted to feel the heat of your breath send shivers down my spine.
Eight.
The number of victims that should have warned us, their striking features matching your own. But perhaps we just ignored it, I ignored it, not wanting to face the possibilities.
Seven.
The number of steps I sprinted down into that dank, dark basement. They always go for the basement, maybe because in the darkness they can hide from who they really are.
Six.
The number of bullets I have in my clip, fully loaded and I remember hoping I wouldn't have to use any. But my finger rested on the trigger anyway.
Five.
The number of seconds it took for my eyes to find you, the cover of darkness giving our unsub the advantage.
Four.
The rough number of steps from me to you. So close and yet so far, a bullet away that might as well be a mile.
Three.
The number of shots that rang out, echoing around the basement and up into the hosue sending everyone into high alert.
Two.
The number of my bullets that buried themselves into our unsub, a double tap to the heart.
One.
The number of his bullets that hit you.
Zero.
How many times I got to say good-bye.
This idea popped into my head in Rhetoric today and I wrote it in my Calc notebook before posting it here while during my homework.
R&R is always appreciated.
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