AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do not normally write any kind of romance thing. I also have this weird rule about not writing anything that the creators of the book or movie didn't say happened (except for Parody, of course) out of respect for them and their creations. George Lucas never said that their was anything between Jango and Zam (to my knowledge) and their wasn't really any sign of it in the movie. Well, I am breaking my rule. I like the Jango/Zam pairing, and their aren't many fan fictions dedicated to it.
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The Hardest Decision
by: Mona Lisa
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I watched as they led her into the alley behind the club. They had their arms around her waist and her shoulders; allowing her to half walk and half be carried. Her right arm was missing below the elbow, and in her beautiful face was a mixture of fury, fear, and pain.
They lowered her down to the pavement, and she stared at them with sheer hatred. The older one began to clean her wound and talk to her in a subtle manner. The younger questioned her forcefully, demanding that she give an answer.
Reluctantly, I fumbled in my pack for the poisoned darts I kept there. My eyes never left her as I did this. They would kill her after they had gotten the information they wanted. I also knew that I could not fight them. If they had been mere mortals, I would have gladly killed them. But they were more than just mortals. If their had been one, I could have fought him easily, but I knew that two would kill me.
I fit the dart into the gun and lifted it. Immediately, I gave into my weakness and let the gun drop to my side. I couldn't kill her. I shook my head, suddenly feeling ashamed. I had killed many before her without feeling the shame, fear, and depression that I felt now. Why should it be any different to kill this silly girl?
The answer was simple: I loved her.
I had always believed emotion to be my enemy, and now I stood debating my courage to kill she whom I loved.
She would meet her doom either way, whether it be by my hand or theirs. They would trick her into telling her what they wanted to know, and she would tell them. If they did not kill her afterwards, they would arrest her. Either way, they would come after me and my son.
I looked at her laying on the ground and then closed my eyes. My son's face swam before my imagination, causing old memories to come to the surface.
I had never expected to find myself in this nightmare, debating whether to kill my only love or loose my only son. It was among the most difficult decisions a man could make, and I was being forced to make it.
Sighing, I opened my eyes. My decision was made, and I hoped I would not regret it. After this, there was no going back.
I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
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