The staff blasts never stopped as Cam jumped behind a tree, firing his P-90 behind him, he heard several cries for help by the men. When he turned to glance, he saw that Claire was moving at lightning fast speed. His eyes could barely keep up with her.
She ran up and slashed one man with her deadly knifes in his back, a fellow comrade of his turned his weapon on her and she jumped high up in the air, she landed on one of the highest branches on a tree. The man stared up at her in disbelief, as she smiled gracefully before falling down, and throwing one of her knifes at him, so quickly he never saw it coming.
He smacked against the ground, hard with the knife in his forehead, blood flowing out of him like water, like melting snow, as it trickled down his face until it dropped on the grassy decorated ground.
Claire landed in a crouched position, and raised her other knife in front of her face, with the blade in an attack position, facing the vast amount of enemy soldiers. She raised her head slowly and the look in her eyes was so terrifying.
The soldiers stared at her for a moment; sweat dripping from their faces, the navy blue uniform that looked similar to the Ori's, shimmered in the light of the sun. "For the Alliance!" The other men shouted in unison and charged at her.
Mitchell fired his rounds into all of them, and they fell to the ground like dolls being thrown into the trash after the child has grown bored of them.
That was all of them taken care of. As Cameron walked next to Claire and she bent down and removed her knife from the dead man's head.
"Well that ended better than I thought, If I don't say so myself." Cam said as he looked around and saw the bodies littering the area. "We should get moving. What are you doing?" He said as Claire ran up the tree trunk and disappeared into the leaves, as they covered the entire top of the tree, on branches that couldn't be seen from the ground.
There was a rustle in the near by bushes and the sound a twig snapping in two. Cam turned almost immediately, only to be greeted by the end of several staff blasts.
"Wait!" A strong deep male voice came from behind the group of men holding their weapons at Mitchell's face. "He is not with the Rebels. Take him prisoner." It ordered.
As Mitchell was slowly disarmed by the soldiers, two of the men suddenly collapsed, and shattered to the ground. Upon closer inspection they both had a knife sticking out their backs, severing the person's spinal cord.
A second later Claire emerged from jumping out of the tree. She ran incredibly fast as she took out two more men.
A tall man with long black hair and brown eyes with a scar across his left cheek ran up to Mitchell and placed his 9-mm handgun to his head. "Stop right where you are, and I don't blow his brains out!" It was the same strong deep tone of voice from a moment ago.
Claire stopped dead in her tracks and gazed into Mitchell's blue eyes. She then looked at the man with the scar. She mumbled something under her breath.
The man turned his gun and shot Claire in the head, just above her left eye.
Cameron stared in shock as Claire's lifeless body lay in a heap on the muddy ground.
"Bring them both." The man dropped the gun on the ground and started walking casually away, like nothing had just happened.
The other soldiers grabbed Mitchell and forced him to his feet and dragged him off in the same direction the man who had shot Claire had gone. He turned his head and saw a couple of the soldiers had taken the two knifes out of their fallen comrades and lifted up Claire and threw her over a man's shoulders like she was extra baggage.
A few hours later Mitchell found himself sitting on a cold hard metal floor in a damp and darkened cell. Claire's body lay on the so-called bed. Mitchell glanced at her as she lay there, peacefully. He stood up and took the few steps to close the distance between him and her.
As he looked down at her, tears threatened to fall down, but he fought the emotion. She was so pale, so loss at the colour that had filled her face only a few hours before. He took her hand in his, god it was so cold. It was hard to believe that she was so warm and so full of life. But she was dead, and now Cameron was all alone.
'People don't call me anything, I am nothing.' Claire's words echoed in his mind.
"No, you were wrong. You weren't nothing, Claire, you saved me. Claire…" Cameron kissed her hand softly before placing it back down beside her. "Thank you."
Just then his cell door opened and the man who had caused him this pain, the very man who had ended Claire's life, came into the room with two soldiers standing behind him.
"My name is Valmont, you are obviously not with the rebels, so who are you?" He said as he entered the room. "I'm sorry that your friend is dead, but she had it coming."
"Cameron Mitchell, what are you planning to do with me?" Mitchell turned to face Valmont whose eyes were staring coldly at Claire's body.
"If you worship the Ori, you shall live, if you don't, you shall die. Quite simple actually." Valmont said, but he still hadn't taken his gaze off of Claire.
"Such an attractive woman, pity that it had to end like that."
A/N: Hope you are all enjoying my fan fic. This is my first one ever, incase you were wondering. Don't worry it gets more interesting from now on, I won't go into details. Don't want to spoil it for you. Please if you have time, give me a review and let me know what you think. :)
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