"Shift that wardrobe to the left … NOW!" She said the last word very harshly, jabbing the barrel of the gun in John's back. Doing as he was told, he was shocked to find a door behind it, kicking himself for not looking. "Open it and go inside straight away" she commanded yet again, obviously not scared of John at all. "Why are you doing this Jane?" John asked, hoping the use of her name would unnerve her enough. "None of your business yet, move it" Obviously not.
John's eyes visibly widened when he saw the medieval torture rack in front of him, "Shit" was all he could mutter, as Jane pushed him forwards, "You treat him like shit all the time he was under your command, didn't you see he was destined for greatness, he was destined to be your boss!" John was still confused when he saw Steyr waiting for him in the corner. "You bastard!" John yelled, but he was hit in the kidney by the butt of the gun, doubling him over, "Language!"
"So, you into older women now eh?" John said, trying to bait Steyr, but he didn't move, and instead, Jane slapped him across the face with the back of her free hand, "How dare you talk to my son like that!" John couldn't summon any words … Jane was Steyr's mother? This was fucked up on all levels. "You got your mommy to help you plot revenge?" John felt like laughing as the understanding fell upon him. "No, I did this myself, he merely did as he was told, now lay down on that rack!" Jane said, pushing him with the barrel again.
Knowing it would be stupid to act right now, he did as he was told, and while lying down, activated the little emergency beacon that he'd given to each member before entering the building. All he could do was hope that they would get here in time. "Mom?" Steyr said, standing up, making Jane look at him, "I don't want to wait any more, I want my revenge now" Jane shook her head, "Wait a little while son, he will be shown pain before we end his life"
Now Steyr shook his head, "No mom, I want my revenge now, I've waited longer then you, and I think I deserve to decide considering it was me who did most of the dirty work and who had to suffer" Jane turned and walked over to her son before slapping him across the face with the back of her hand, "How dare you speak to me, your goddamn mother like that!" Steyr looked at his mother, holding his face where the hand had connected.
Sensing his only chance, John jumped off the rack and dived out of the room, just as Jane swung round, gun aimed at him, "Don't you even dare move" But John just managed to slam the door shut with his foot, before jumping for the bed and his gun. The door burst open as John swung round on the bed and fired a shot … straight into Steyr's chest. He looked down at the blood stain slowly growing, before falling to the floor.
"My baby!" Jane cried out, dropping the gun and falling to her knees, cradling her dying son's head in her arms. If Steyr hadn't been such an asshole, and if his mother had tried hurting John in the extreme, John might have had sympathy for the picture before him, but his resolve had steeled, and his emotions were under lock and key. "You bastard!" she cried next, reaching for the gun, but as she drew it level with John's torso, John already had his trained at her head.
"I'm sorry" he uttered, before he pulled the trigger. The shockwave of the bullet exiting the chamber resonated in the room as it made its way to its target – Jane Steyr's head. It all happened in slow motion to John; first the bullet penetrated her head, then it exited into the room behind her, lodging in the wall. Blood and tiny fragments of bone and brain flew out of the exit wound as the bullet flew out, and Jane's head flew backwards, her mouth still turned into angered roar.
Then it was over. Suddenly, John's entire mission since Linda's death was over … nothing was left to fight for now. He was no longer part of STARS, his team had disowned him, and he was all alone once again. He hadn't even noticed the others come into the room and the next thing he noticed was Ghost putting his hand on John's shoulder, saying something. "What?" John asked absent mindedly. "I said, come on man, we need to leave, I'm sorry it came down to this" Ghost repeated, before helping John to his feet.
Grabbing the black book he walked out of the room with the men, hoping he'd once again; find his place in the Diary of Jane Steyr.
