Title: Perform
Rating: T
Pairings: none. major character death
Song: Cry Wolf
Unbeta'd, so any errors are mine.
Cry, cry, cry 'cause they're listening now
Give the performance of your life, then take your bow
Michael's back was against the wall. He had run out of room far too soon. For the first time in all the years he'd known Kitt, he was well and truly on his own. Through an immensly unfortunate series of events that didn't bear thinking about, Michael and Kitt had become separated. For all Michael knew, Kitt was dead, and vice versa.
Fighting his way out was not an option. There were ten of them, all heavily armed, and they had him cornered. Michael's only option was to try to talk his way out. He'd done it before, so he could do it again, right? He wanted to believe he could, but Kitt had been right behind him all those other times. He had no back up now.
So Michael smiled his most disarming smile and spread his empty hands. If it was information they wanted, it was information they'd get. All Michael had to do was convince them that he was telling the truth. Easy enough. He'd lied to innumerable people countless times. The more he spoke, the easier it got. Each expression, every last hand gesture was carefully executed. He could see them falling, one by one, for his lies. Soon, only the leader of the ragtag band of killers was the only one left to convince, but the steely glint in her eyes and the downturned corners of her mouth told him she wouldn't be convinced.
"Well done, Knight," she said smoothly. "If I didn't already know the truth, I would have believed you." Calmly she raised her pistol and fired once, twice into Michael's chest. His death was such a waste. Knight would have made an excellent criminal if he weren't so damned good.