Sorry, it's very short but I just felt like it was finished. I actually think I died a little inside writing this part (and a little bit when Mal died) but I'm somewhat satisfied with it. It could be worse I guess. Sorry it's a little…morbid. But I guess I just have a messed-up brain because that seems to be all I'm capable of writing. I also wanna send a shout-out to anyone who favorited or reviewed. It really means the world to me! Thank you, because I can't even tell you how nervous I was to post for the first time. I was so anxious I swear I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Anyways, your not here to hear about my mental problems so I'll shut up.
p.s. I want to sent a special thanks to poemfromtheheart and you will never know me ever. You guys rock!
She strapped on her vest, holstering a gun she wished, for the first time, she would use. They all piled into a few different cars, Natara with Ken. They drove for an hour to a small moutain range Natara knew was the Santa Cruz. It was utterly deserted accept for the little shabby shack on the edge of the tree line. "Amy tracked his cell phone, idiot must have thought he could use it after a long while." said Ken. They all got out at once, and Natara saw the face of the man from Alexander Reids file peer through the window. "SFPD! Come out with our hands up!" bellowed Ken. That's when Alaxander open-fired. Luckily no one was hurt, as they had melted into the tree's as bullets bounced off the trunks. She could hear him stop to re-load, but had already counted eight shots before he paused. "Ken, after he fires eight times I'm going in" she whispered, remembering when she and Mal had done the same when they went after The Hunters. Four shots sounded.
"No way, it's to dangerous". He said. Three shots. Natara braced herself to run. "Don't you do it Natara. It's practically suicidal." the last shot rang out, and Natara bolted. She heard the start of her name as Ken called after her, but then he stopped. She knew that he knew calling her would give away her position and practically sign her death warrant. She ran to the back door, forcing it open with her shoulder. She ran in, gun drawn. Alexander was ready, he had his gun in one hand, the knife he used to stab Mal in the other. It was crusted and black with blood, and Natara didn't gave a second thought when she fires at him, grazing his shoulder. He cried out in pain and pounced on Natara, and the two grappled for a moment. She whipped him with her gun, but his obviously trained body had pinned her down and swiped away her pistol. He went to stab her with the knife and she was able to swat it away, it skittered across the floor. Natara heard footsteps coming, and knew Ken would be getting there any minute. Alexander must have heard this too, because he froze for a moment. Her grabbed Natara just below her ribs, pinning her arms to her sides. He lifted her up, and she kicked and struggled. But his arms were too strong, she was locked in his iron grip. With one had he quickly retrieved his gun and held it to her temple just as Ken and the ten others entered. Alexander moved so he could see out the window and Ken.
"Put her down Alexander…it's over."
She couldn't see him face, but knew he was smiling. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and couldn't help but shutter. "I never killed anyone" he said.
Ken's face seemed to be bursting with rage as he said this "Maybe, but your still holding a gun to the head of and FBI agents head".
Natara knew it was over, that either she or Ken would never walk out of there. That Alexander would make one of them kill the other somehow in the end and would walk off into the night. "Hey! Back off or I shoot!" yelled Alexander, pressing the gun harder to her temple as Ken inched forward.
Natara looked Ken directly in the eyes, and she knew he knew what he wanted him to do before she mouthed "finish it". Ken's face was set as he pulled the trigger, the bullet hit it's mark on Alexanders forehead. But the second sound of gunshot had been masked under Ken's. Alexander fell to the ground, and so had Natara. But that had been the plan. Ken rushed forward, another officer rushed to Alexander. He was dead where he lay. Ken turned Natara over, seeing her glassy eyes, her glazed look. Her skull, completely shattered like a pane of glass on one side. Blood seeping out like dye. He called her name once, but Natara was too far away to hear it. But Ken knew, she was gone.
A week later Amy entered the death quiet cemetery. She walked to where Mal's grave was, new green grass sprouting where lifeless earth had once been. She sat near this one, in between Mal's and the one that lie next to it, the earth recently disturbed. "Ken's not in trouble you know" she said as if directed to Natara's grave. "Everyone thinks your a hero. Including me, especially me. You did what you had to do, and now it's over." She directed this to neither of them, looking across the field as if speaking to the two if them. "It's done. It's finished."