A little something based on that one cutscene in Mission 12 of DmC. You know, that one.
"And if I pull the trigger?"
"I'll die. I'm risking my life here for you."
He didn't care then. He could've easily shot her despite her wish to help. Being a lone wolf, he hated any sort of partnership, and especially he despised being dependent on someone. He was young, proud, and cocky. He was. Just a few weeks ago.
"I'm scared. What will they do to me?"
"All you need to do is hold on as long as you can. I will come back for you."
It was the same fear in her eyes, just as on the day they'd met. She was standing on her knees with her hands up, staring at his ghostly silhouette. She was in the real world, in a place that was about to blow any minute. He was in Limbo – the demon world – unable to help her or even reach out to her.
An explosion came behind them, and the policemen broke in through the destroyed gate. It all happened in a blink of an eye, yet in his mind everything was moving in slow motion.
"Don't shoot!"
She screamed at the people behind her, merciless mercenaries pointing their guns at her back. Then one of them shot, the bullet pierced through her left shoulder. She screamed again, falling on the floor. He watched her fall, helplessly shouting and cursing. Did it hurt him? As he watched them beating her up. Did it hurt? As he held her hand, knowing she couldn't feel him anyway. Did it?
They dragged her away like a broken doll. He got up on his feet, letting out another hopeless cry.
Yes, it did.