Gabriel caught her as her knees went out from under her. He went down on
his own knees as she fell. He tried to keep her up, had her head resting on
his arm as she lay perpendicular to him, her upper body resting on his
knees. He tore off part of his own shirt to stop blood from coming from the
bullet wound. His hands were stained with her blood.
Hestia didn't know what had happened. Her mind raced as she tried to remember to breathe. It felt like all her blood was leaving her brain, making it hard for it to function properly. "Gabriel, what...... Happened?" She asked silently, trying not to stutter.
"Shhhh." He told her. He didn't not want her to strain herself by talking. "Don't worry about what has happened. You're gonna be fine." He wished he sounded more reassuring. If his hands weren't covered in her blood, he would stroke her hair for comfort.
Sara had her gun drawn and was looking out her now broken window, trying to spot the shooter. She wondered at why the witchblade had not alerted her to such a brutal act, that had taken place in her own home, no less. 'Maybe it was because the shooter wasn't here for me. He shot at Nottingham, and he tried to shoot Gabriel. He wants them dead, not me. Wish I could say it is a nice break from hell.' She thought to herself. She grabbed her phone and started dialing 9-1-1.
Ian was also checking out the fire escape. Whoever had done this was good, but it seemed unprofessional for a trained assassin to run off and not make sure their prey was dead. And it would have been a better idea not to have been standing on the fire escape. The aim was perfect, but the actions following it were not.
He looked over at the two young lovers. The wound in her was fatal. It had entered her lungs and he knew it would only be a matter of minutes, even possibly seconds before she would die. Her lungs were filling with her own dark liquid of life. Even now, blood began to stir in her throat as blood started to flow from her mouth in her desperate attempts to breathe.
Gabriel wiped away at the trickle of blood she coughed up. She couldn't stop coughing. He didn't care if his hands had blood on them. He wiped at her face with his wrist. He thought her heard her trying to say his name. "Shhhh." He said again. "It will be alright, Tia. Shhh." He just wished the ambulance Sara was calling would hurry up.
Lydia had been silent. She had been watching, not sure if her care and kindness would be wanted from him or his girlfriend at this time. Too move in too quickly would be too much of a risk. If she lost him again, he would not return. She was silently praying for the young woman who he obviously loved so much to live, as well as thanks that her other son was unharmed.
'Tell him. Destiny. Tell him' The words echoed through her head, soft as breath. Another message, another sign from above. Must he really be exposed so soon? Was that the reason for this whole thing? 'Tell him.' It urged on. She nodded and did the sign of the cross, an ending to her prayer as well as her own sign of wishing for good luck.
She kneeled down on the other side of Hestia, her knees almost her body. "Gabriel." She said quietly. He didn't respond nor did he look up. "Gabriel," She said again, this time more forcibly. She sighed when he continued not to pay any attention to her. She decided to go on. "You can save her." She saw a flash from his blue eyes. She had his attention now. "Before you were born, I was told you could heal the world. It is in you to do great things."
Gabriel had looked up when she had said he could save her, half in disbelief, half in hope. He looked down again when she mentioned saving the world. What was doing great things worth if he could not save her? He wasn't meant for this whole hero thing.
Lydia strived to make thin understand. "I know you are hesitant, but she is going to die. You CAN save her. All you have to do is believe. Believe Gabriel, if only for her sake." She saw his eyes wonder from Hestia, to her, to Ian, and back at Hestia. She knew what he was thinking, she knew what kept him holding it back. "Forget what bad you think believing will bring you. Think of the good, and think of her."
He knew she was dying, and he knew he would do whatever it took to keep that from happening. He nodded in reply. Barely. "How do I save her?"
Lydia raised his hands from Hestia body so that they lingered above the bloody hole. "Close you eyes and believe she will be healed. Believe in God, for in him anything is possible."
Gabriel closed his eyes, not helping but to think how movie soap opera this all was. He cleared his head from these thoughts and thought only of Hestia being healed. He thanked God for giving him parents who attended church and for making sure he knew very well of who his creator was, though after so many years of being a man who knew so many myths, his religious side had slipped a little. 'Please heal,' He thought. 'Just please heal, Tia. I need you. Oh, God, please let this work.' He thought to himself.
"Gabriel." Lydia said excitedly. Gabriel opened his eyes and moved his hands. He blinked once, twice. Her shirt was still blood soaked, but the hole through her shirt showed no signs of anything that had been shot at. Hestia stopped coughing up blood and seemed to be breathing normally again, the last of the blood in her mouth she wiped away.
Sara turned around when the coughing stopped to see what was happening. She hoped Hestia hadn't choked to death on her own blood, or suffocated from lack of oxygen. She dropped the phone when she saw Hestia totally healed. "Hello? Are you still there?" Could be heard from the phone. Ian picked it up and hung it back up.
Gabriel cautiously brushed his hand against the healed skin through the hole in Hestia's shirt. It wasn't even scarred. Her eyes were open, showing that she was clearly confused. She sat up, trying to figure out what had just happened. He marveled at how lucky they had been.
"Wow." He said quietly.
~
She was knocked out on the ground. Sunlight was beginning to fade from the skies. The light showered her heavily bruised skin, black, blue, red, and purple from numerous times of what they considered 'fun'. He looked up as one of his partner's stumbled in, rubbing the back of his head. "Nice to see you have awaken." He replied sarcastically.
His eyes narrowed when he saw her lying against the wall. "The bloody little tart stole my gun and knocked me out. Thought the lioness was starting to become a kitten." He replied, his English a cross between British and American.
The other, the leader looked from him back at her. "The little one is more trouble than she is worth. She's gone too far now." He said angrily as he played with his butterfly knife, flipping it in and out. Quickly, deadly.
His friend smirked. "You're not taking the piss, are you? You're serious now." The statement was answered by the butterfly knife landing besides his head, connecting with the wall with a powerful crack.
"I am dead serious. She will not live to see the morning."
~
Hestia didn't know what had happened. Her mind raced as she tried to remember to breathe. It felt like all her blood was leaving her brain, making it hard for it to function properly. "Gabriel, what...... Happened?" She asked silently, trying not to stutter.
"Shhhh." He told her. He didn't not want her to strain herself by talking. "Don't worry about what has happened. You're gonna be fine." He wished he sounded more reassuring. If his hands weren't covered in her blood, he would stroke her hair for comfort.
Sara had her gun drawn and was looking out her now broken window, trying to spot the shooter. She wondered at why the witchblade had not alerted her to such a brutal act, that had taken place in her own home, no less. 'Maybe it was because the shooter wasn't here for me. He shot at Nottingham, and he tried to shoot Gabriel. He wants them dead, not me. Wish I could say it is a nice break from hell.' She thought to herself. She grabbed her phone and started dialing 9-1-1.
Ian was also checking out the fire escape. Whoever had done this was good, but it seemed unprofessional for a trained assassin to run off and not make sure their prey was dead. And it would have been a better idea not to have been standing on the fire escape. The aim was perfect, but the actions following it were not.
He looked over at the two young lovers. The wound in her was fatal. It had entered her lungs and he knew it would only be a matter of minutes, even possibly seconds before she would die. Her lungs were filling with her own dark liquid of life. Even now, blood began to stir in her throat as blood started to flow from her mouth in her desperate attempts to breathe.
Gabriel wiped away at the trickle of blood she coughed up. She couldn't stop coughing. He didn't care if his hands had blood on them. He wiped at her face with his wrist. He thought her heard her trying to say his name. "Shhhh." He said again. "It will be alright, Tia. Shhh." He just wished the ambulance Sara was calling would hurry up.
Lydia had been silent. She had been watching, not sure if her care and kindness would be wanted from him or his girlfriend at this time. Too move in too quickly would be too much of a risk. If she lost him again, he would not return. She was silently praying for the young woman who he obviously loved so much to live, as well as thanks that her other son was unharmed.
'Tell him. Destiny. Tell him' The words echoed through her head, soft as breath. Another message, another sign from above. Must he really be exposed so soon? Was that the reason for this whole thing? 'Tell him.' It urged on. She nodded and did the sign of the cross, an ending to her prayer as well as her own sign of wishing for good luck.
She kneeled down on the other side of Hestia, her knees almost her body. "Gabriel." She said quietly. He didn't respond nor did he look up. "Gabriel," She said again, this time more forcibly. She sighed when he continued not to pay any attention to her. She decided to go on. "You can save her." She saw a flash from his blue eyes. She had his attention now. "Before you were born, I was told you could heal the world. It is in you to do great things."
Gabriel had looked up when she had said he could save her, half in disbelief, half in hope. He looked down again when she mentioned saving the world. What was doing great things worth if he could not save her? He wasn't meant for this whole hero thing.
Lydia strived to make thin understand. "I know you are hesitant, but she is going to die. You CAN save her. All you have to do is believe. Believe Gabriel, if only for her sake." She saw his eyes wonder from Hestia, to her, to Ian, and back at Hestia. She knew what he was thinking, she knew what kept him holding it back. "Forget what bad you think believing will bring you. Think of the good, and think of her."
He knew she was dying, and he knew he would do whatever it took to keep that from happening. He nodded in reply. Barely. "How do I save her?"
Lydia raised his hands from Hestia body so that they lingered above the bloody hole. "Close you eyes and believe she will be healed. Believe in God, for in him anything is possible."
Gabriel closed his eyes, not helping but to think how movie soap opera this all was. He cleared his head from these thoughts and thought only of Hestia being healed. He thanked God for giving him parents who attended church and for making sure he knew very well of who his creator was, though after so many years of being a man who knew so many myths, his religious side had slipped a little. 'Please heal,' He thought. 'Just please heal, Tia. I need you. Oh, God, please let this work.' He thought to himself.
"Gabriel." Lydia said excitedly. Gabriel opened his eyes and moved his hands. He blinked once, twice. Her shirt was still blood soaked, but the hole through her shirt showed no signs of anything that had been shot at. Hestia stopped coughing up blood and seemed to be breathing normally again, the last of the blood in her mouth she wiped away.
Sara turned around when the coughing stopped to see what was happening. She hoped Hestia hadn't choked to death on her own blood, or suffocated from lack of oxygen. She dropped the phone when she saw Hestia totally healed. "Hello? Are you still there?" Could be heard from the phone. Ian picked it up and hung it back up.
Gabriel cautiously brushed his hand against the healed skin through the hole in Hestia's shirt. It wasn't even scarred. Her eyes were open, showing that she was clearly confused. She sat up, trying to figure out what had just happened. He marveled at how lucky they had been.
"Wow." He said quietly.
~
She was knocked out on the ground. Sunlight was beginning to fade from the skies. The light showered her heavily bruised skin, black, blue, red, and purple from numerous times of what they considered 'fun'. He looked up as one of his partner's stumbled in, rubbing the back of his head. "Nice to see you have awaken." He replied sarcastically.
His eyes narrowed when he saw her lying against the wall. "The bloody little tart stole my gun and knocked me out. Thought the lioness was starting to become a kitten." He replied, his English a cross between British and American.
The other, the leader looked from him back at her. "The little one is more trouble than she is worth. She's gone too far now." He said angrily as he played with his butterfly knife, flipping it in and out. Quickly, deadly.
His friend smirked. "You're not taking the piss, are you? You're serious now." The statement was answered by the butterfly knife landing besides his head, connecting with the wall with a powerful crack.
"I am dead serious. She will not live to see the morning."
~