Sorry it took so long to update, it's been pretty hectic preparing for finals and stuff. But, tomorrow is a half day ands is Thursday so I mightbe able to upload the last regular chapter by the end of the week. Also, I will probably have an epilogue after one more regular chapter.

I OWN NOTHING!

The blood curling scream echoed through the room as the bullet shot through her side. Before she stumbled backward she managed to fire six bullets that took out the men with the brand like hers. And then she crumbled to the floor as the ringing in her ears grew louder. When she hit the ground, she told herself she was ready to give up. What was left for her here? She had just watched Shannon and Evens give up their lives for her, Michael was probably dead somewhere, there was nothing keeping her here.

She tilted her head and looked at Shannon. Her bright red hair was going in every direction, her t-shirt was saturated in blood, her eyes were closed, her skin was pale and when Lindsey reached out her shaky hand her skin felt ice cold. When she retracted her hand, there was a handprint in blood still on her cheek.

Someone kneeled in front of her and she looked toward them. It was Ward. He said something to her and the lines on his face told her it was urgent, but she couldn't hear it. His arms went under her and he gently lifted her up bridal style.

Lindsey buried her face in his warm chest as he sprinted down the winding hallway. She did her best to ignore the pain rocketing through her body. There was the vague sound of screaming, but Lindsey was too busy trying to stifle her own to pay any attention to who it was coming through. As a wave a pain stabbed through her body, she tightened her grip on the gun that she hadn't let go of yet.

There was a man waiting for them as the came around the corner. It was her father. He had that evil glint in his eyes and the tattoo snaking up his neck was unmistakable. It felt like it was all in slow motion as her glance took in the gun in his hand. Without comprehending it, she extended her gun with a shaking hands and white knuckles. And then, she fired. And then again. She lost count of how many bullets flew out of the barrel, but they all hit him in the chest.

As he fell to the ground, she realized how good it felt to finally be free of this monster. And she realized that she wasn't ready to give up.

Ward looked down at the girl in his arms, there were tears on her cheeks and that's when he knew who she had just killed. It was her father. From reading her file, he knew she came from a secret war program and he knew she had run away at a young age. He also knew that her father was the leader of the corporation.

He laid her down on against the wall pulling a wad of gauze out of his pocket and pressed it against her side. Using his teeth he tore off a piece of duct tape and placed it over the gauze.

For some reason he felt the need to brush the strand of hair away from her face and smile at her. She reached up her hand and squeezed it. Her hands were cold and clammy. "Find him," she rasped. She took the extra clips Ward fished out of his pocket.

"I promise, and then I'll get you out of here."

He turned and ran in the other direction leaving her there up against the wall momentarily patched up. But both of them knew that she would bleed through that makeshift bandage and then she would bleed out. Quickly. He had to hurry or all the blood on the floor in the front room would be pointless. And the most important thing of it all, she wasn't ready to give up fighting yet. That would be too easy and she hated easy.

It wasn't supposed to go that way. The plan was perfect, or at least that was what they all thought. But, when they went in, something went wrong. Maybe they figured out how to reactivate her tracker, none of them really knew.

The second they steeped onto the sand of the beach, things went wrong. Some guy came up and before she could blink, they were standing in the warehouse drowning in fluorescent lights and blood. And then Shannon and Evens showed up with guns and extra ammo. Skye and May were sent to look for the place they were holding Michael. Coulson went off to find where they had their supplies. And that left Shannon and Evens to help fight off the Clan with Lindsey and Ward.

"How'd you get out?" Lindsey asked.

"When you showed up, they kind of lowered us on the list of priorities. Besides, you didn't think you could fire some bullets with out me, did you?" Evens said.

"Where's Michael?" Lindsey asked not letting the fear drip into his voice.

"We haven't seen him since before we got moved," Evens said running a hand through his usually-spiked black hair.

And that's when the bullet lodged itself in his shoulder, then another in his chest. By the time he hit the floor, he was already gone. Lindsey let out a cry as his eyes rolled back into his head. She knew he was gone. Then, it was Shannon. She had just wavered for a second to glance at Evens, but that hesitation cost her, her life. It was only one bullet for her, a direct shot to her head. The redhead stood there for a second and her gun was the first thing to hit the floor. She said something Lindsey couldn't make out before she collapsed to the ground, her blood running all over the floor.

And now Lindsey was here. The face Evens made the second the last bullet entered his body was stuck in her head. And the look in Shannon's dark brown eyes. Her team was mostly gone and for all she knew, she could be the only one left.

Michael. God, Michael. She missed him so much, especially now. When the loneliness was suffocating her and the fact that she was about to die hanging in the air. Her vision was becoming hazy now and she was fighting to keep her heavy eyelids open. If she let her eyes droop closed, she knew that would be it. She wouldn't ever wake up again. That would be it for her.

She didn't believe in all that shit about the afterlife. In her mind, she was just dead and that was the end of her. The world would go on perfectly fine without her like she was never there at all. The few people she had met would get over her being gone and that would be the end of her. The people who cried when she died would forget her and get on with life. However, if all that crap was real, she knew she was on her way to hell.

Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, but she could've sworn she heard Michael calling her name. Shouting it desperately. Then, she saw him with Ward on his tail. He looked worried, but other than that fine. Completely unharmed.

"Linds," he whispered crouching in front of her. He pressed a kiss to her lips cupping her face with both of his hands.

"You're alive," she whispered pain in her voice.

"Last time I checked," he smirked. "C'mon, let's get you back to base."

His picked her up slowly, cradling her in his arms like she was fragile. Lindsey looked at him taking in every detail of him. He had on the same black t-shirt he was wearing when he was taken, paired with the ripped up jeans that sometimes seemed like the only pair of pants he owned, there were dark bags under his big blue eyes and his shaggy blonde hair was dirty. But he was there, he was holding her.

"Shannon and Evens," Lindsey started, but was cut off by Michael.

"I know," he said softly. "It's okay."

And for the first time since he went missing over a month ago, Lindsey actually believed that it really was okay. Even as they past the puddles of blood on the floor and as she stared blankly at her father laying lifelessly soaked in his own blood. And when they passed the other members of her team she buried her face in his chest, feeling him tense as he took in the sight. Because they were more than a team, they were a family. But, she still had Michael and even though she was missing so much, she knew that he would be enough for her.

So, I cried when I wrote that, but I'm a major crier. What did you think? Please review! Be ready for another chapter and an epilogue. Do you think I should do a sequel?

Love,

Kaylie