I got a sudden inspiration to write last night! So, this will be my sixth Ryan/Mike (Hardston) FanFiction. This is basically the stabbing in "Welcome Home" in Mike's point of view. This one is set before my previous FanFictions.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

I pick up the knife. I quickly think of my plan of attack. I gather my remaining strength, and charge at Charlie. Instead of me driving the knife into him, he drives it into me. I feel a sharp pain in my side. He pulls out the knife. I can no longer stand. My legs wobble, and I collapse to my knees. Charlie has an intense look of pride on his face.

"I got this," I hear a Louise say.

She holds the knife to my throat. I try to fight her, but I don't have much strength. The pain is unbearable.

"Help me hold his head," she says to the other Followers with her.

Now there are two unfamiliar men holding me still. I feel the cold edge of the knife against my skin.

"This is it," I think to myself. I can no longer fight them.

Then I hear a popping sound, followed by several more. There are flashes of red, and the two men holding me go down. Louise drops the knife and runs. I fall onto my back. Everything is spinning.

Now I feel someone's hands under my arms, lifting me up. I turn my head. It is Ryan Hardy. He came to my rescue. He takes my right hand and puts it on top of my wound. He places his hand on top of mine, pressing hard. His hand is rough.

My legs are bent underneath me. I am uncomfortable. I try to move, but Ryan stops me. He puts his arm on top of my other arm, holding me in place.

"Don't move! Don't move!" He sternly says.

I lean my head against his shoulder.

"Take it easy," he says, his tone turning gentle.

I look at Ryan again. I have to tell him that I didn't tell the Followers Claire's location. If I die today, I want my hero to know that I didn't let him down.

"I didn't tell them, Ryan," I manage to choke out.

He nods his head and puts his hand on my shoulder. His facial expression changes. He almost looks puzzled.

"I didn't tell them anything," I repeat.

I don't have much strength left. My head is throbbing, side hurts, and my chest feels heavy. Despite the pain, I am happy to be spending what could be my last few moments with my hero, Ryan Hardy. I close my eyes, letting the darkness take over.

I know it's kind of short, but I just thought I would write it. Someone just gave me another idea, but this one will take a while.