AN: Yes, this is JJ. No, I don't know what the outcome of this will be... please review :)
Jamie huffed as his legs felt as they were going to give out on him at any minute; he had not run like this since he was in middle school. Sweat poured down his face and dripped onto his shirt as voices shouted at him to stop running.
He kept running.
He was not going back to jail, not today, not ever. He would die before that happened. And Jamie wondered if he would die today.
He had been able to outrun the cops before, been caught before, and when released, learned from his mistake and had been not caught again. He had not been caught in years, it had been several years since he had made contact with his parole officer and he knew he was a wanted man. He had gotten very good at hiding, very good.
But he had made a crucial mistake and it had lead him to the situation he was in now. Running from the FBI.
And he was starting to feel fear, something he hadn't felt in years.
The agent chasing him, while at first, he had laughed at, had not given up. And she was right on him, Jamie knew he had run at least a mile and while he was panting and feeling as if he was going to vomit at any moment; the agent didn't look as if she was out of breath at all.
"Damn." Jamie huffed, crouching behind a shipping container and keeping an eye out for the agent. He saw her immediately, he gun drawn as she searched for him . She was alone and Jamie knew he couldn't outrun her and the longer he stood here, the less his chances of freedom became. She was already calling in her backup, he was sure of it.
The dogs and helicopters and cops would be on top of him at anytime and a shipping container would provide zero protection. It was now or never.
Slowly, quietly, he stood and maneuvered around the container, his eyes on the agent as he drew his weapon. Her back was to him, her long blonde ponytail hung down her back as she swept the area with her gun.
The seconds seemed to dragging on as his finger applied more pressure to the trigger; he took a deep breath and checked behind him one more time- he had an escape path, but if he darted out now, he knew that she would see him. He couldn't risk it.
With a deep, silent breath, Jaime raised the weapon, his hand shaking. He knew the ramifications of what he was about to do, knew that if he went through with this that every law enforcement officer in the state would be looking for him, knew that he would need a safe place to hide for months. And with one more deep breath, he knew he would be ending a life.
He raised his gun and fired. The blonde's head snapped back as she collapsed to the ground, dropping her own weapon in the process.
The resounding bang of the gunshot sent a chill through his spine as he immediately tossed the gun into the nearby river; his body was still shaking as he ran quickly past the fallen agent.
He looked back and down as he saw her, blood pooling around her body. And as he disappeared through the massive site, he glanced back one more time. The agent was writhing on the ground, her back arching as blood poured from her mouth, more blood had pooled around her. His one bullet had done its job although he wasn't sure where it had struck.
Jamie ran, confident that she was the only one who knew where he had been; but as he cleared the park, quickly disposing of his hat and sunglasses and tossing his sweatshirt, he heard what sounded like many people running. And he heard panicked shouts and orders and he knew they had found her.
He didn't stick around to hear if she was alive or dead, he didn't care. Because as he slowed his pace, a smile crept over his face, for right now, he was free.