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Chapter Twenty-seven
I didn't even know what happened then, but I was hauled to my feet, and pulled to the centre of the room. By the none too soft yanks, I guessed that it was Allison who was pulling me around.
Then the door collapsed, and there were more bullets flying around. I saw Tenor narrow his eyes, and I guessed that his power was at work when the first few FBI people through the door look around blindly - his power was something like incapacitating them so that they can be picked off easily. Seeing my opportunity, I pulled away from Allison and pushed Tenor, causing him to stumble - which gave the FBI something they needed. Right in front of me I saw him collapse, surprise on his face as his hand came up to his bleeding chest, before he slumped forward.
Again I was pulled back, my arms restrained as I finally found Will's face next to his brother, Victor. "Will!" I couldn't help myself from calling out, and I saw his gaze snap to where I was. He started forward, his brother catching his arm and speaking lowly to him. Watching his pained expression, my heart yearned to be with him.
"Stop." My father said calmly, indicating Mitchell to stop it. The bullets flying through the air froze, and Mitchell's head furrowed in concentration. Given the chance to look around, I saw that most of my siblings had fallen, and when I saw Sylvie, Paige, and Ruth huddle around two small bodies, tears began to fall. Lucy...Little Lucy... And Jared... They must have got caught in the crossfire. My tears blinded my eyes, and when my dad motioned for me to join him, I didn't protest and instead walked over to him freely.
Only for him to grab a hunk of my hair, forcing me to my knees, and I felt the barrel of the gun touch the back of my head. Fear overwhelming my sadness, I looked straight ahead, trying not to see anything. "The world, or her." Dad hissed, and no one moved. I could have sworn that I was the only one breathing as my breaths were heavy and ragged.
There was slight movement, and I heard the trigger being pulled back - but there was no bullet! What?! And then there was more gunfire, and I heard him drop to the floor behind me. Scrambling to my feet, I ran, hoping that I wouldn't get hit, trying to get behind the FBI line. They would protect me, right?
One shot behind me made me spin around, seeing Allison in control of a gun. She smiled maliciously, relishing the chance to kill me, and kill me now. "Your pretty little soulfinder can't help you now." Licking her lips, her eyes darted around the room, and I realised that she had completely lost the plot. But I felt like what she was saying was true. Will was distracted, trying to round up the last few members of the group of people I had arrived with. "I'm going to enjoy this."
I watched her pull the trigger, my heart sinking. So this was how I was going to die. Not through torture, or cancer, but by the hands of my crazy sister. Then there was movement, and I saw the bullet hit into flesh - but not my flesh. And then a last shot was fired, but I was too distracted. This person had just saved my life.
I dropped to my feet by their side, and when I rolled them over, I met Guy's eyes. He was breathing heavily. "Guy... Why?" I whispered, trying to put pressure on the wound.
"I..I owed you an apology. I...I had to m-make it up to you." He managed to say, gasping with pain. "I-I need to confess something."
"Shhh, you can make it through this." I shook my head, ignoring his protests.
"Ap-April. W-When they found out that you had taken the twins, they took April as an example." His eyes cleared for a moment, too wrapped up in telling me the truth than to think about the pain. There was a presence by my side, and I was vaguely aware that there was no more sounds. "They killed her, used her to threaten Wendy." Sobbing, I tried to find something to say, though he beat me to saying something. "F-Find Brittany Stevens. Tell her I love her." Guy managed to say, before his eyes found something else.
It seemed like the emergency services were on hand, because they came bursting into the scene, and I was bundled away from Guy. Even as they worked on him, I knew it was futile. He was gone. I turned into the person by my side, and threw myself into his arms. "I didn't think you'd come." Sobbing harder, I let my self be comforted by Will, tears falling freely on his shirt.
"Of course I did. I'll always come, Gracie. How do you not know that? I've followed you all over the world, from Scotland to Japan to New Zealand, and all the places in between." His voice was quiet, arms strong around my waist, and I felt oddly calm, even in the middle of chaos.
