Chapter 12

Carly stumbled into the abandoned pharmacy. It was times like this that she wished Sam were still alive. The blond was tough, and certainly knew how to bandage a bullet wound.

First, Carly removed the bits of crystal in her skin. Then she bandaged the wounds, especially the hole in her right arm. Blood poured from her heavily. Once or twice she saw black creeping in about the edges. Keeping her wits about her, Carly decided to lie on her back and put her feet up. She remembered that people did that to bring blood to the brain. She took a moment to consider the events of the last fifteen minutes.

Gibby had been a little reluctant to shoot her, but he still pulled the trigger. At the last moment, a crystal angel figure leapt from Carly's desk into the path of the bullet. She had no idea where it had come from, nor did she care. That angel had saved her.

Someone was looking out for her. It had to be Freddie. The thought of him alive was dashed when she realized she had no proof that neither he, nor her daughter, were still alive.

It was time to take the fight to Nevel.

With this thought in mind, she passed out from blood loss.

A.N. Alright, it's a short chapter, but the story is wrapping up. I figured this was a good way to end the chapter. If you want more, review.