The following is a piece of fan fiction and is not meant to infringe on the copyrights of its creators. No money is being made from this writing. I do not own the rights to the characters of the show, just borrowed them for this story.
This story is rated R for violence and language.
PREY
Brandi and Mark took a long walk along the beach, holding hands and cuddling like newlyweds. They had watched the sunset while sitting on the rocks near the water but now the bright full moon cast it's light upon the dark sea.
Hours passed as they talked and held each other. Mark happened to glance at his watch, "Geez, it's almost midnight, we better get going."
"Why? Do you turn into a pumpkin or something?"
"No, more like a walking zombie if I don't get some sleep. I have a stake-out tomorrow at six."
"Oh you poor baby," Brandi said as she kissed him. He helped her up and they headed to the parking lot.
As they walked across the parking lot they joked about a show they had seen on TV the night before. But as they were consumed by what each other had to say they had no idea that a man had the scope of his rifle trained in their direction. He scanned around the lot and saw only a few other people around other than Brandi and Mark but they weren't close to where they were.
"Oh please! It was the stupidest thing!" Brandi said as they continued discussing the show.
"It was funny!" Mark answered.
The man adjusted the night vision on his scope and watched their every move.
"Gimmie a break! Okay, why do they think that women fall down when they walk? Like we trip over the slightest pebble and sprain our ankles. I hate when they portray women as being stupid and clumsy."
"It's just a show."
Brandi laughed but was appalled that he felt that way. "Watch. I'm going to go over there by that SUV and walk from there back to here and I bet you a million dollars I won't fall down in the process." Mark stood where he was, his arms folded across his chest. He laughed as she walked about 30 feet away from him and turned around. She gave him a smart-ass look and was just about to take a step forward when she suddenly felt a searing pain in her right shoulder, sending her to her knees. The world seemed distant for a moment and then zoomed back into focus when she felt the shower of glass hitting her face and heard Mark screaming her name.
Mark dove behind the nearest car and took cover, still calling Brandi's name as he pulled out his weapon. Brandi realized she needed to get on the other side of the SUV, out of the line of fire. She got down on her stomach and crawled under the SUV, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. More bullets came her way but they quickly became a part of the SUV's fenders. She made it to the other side and then leaned up against the back wheel. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might lunge out of her chest. With each breath came pain.
Mark made his way over to her and immediately inspected the wound in her shoulder, "Dammit. You okay?"
"Yeah, I think so," she said in a haze.
He leaned her forward slightly and looked at her back, "It went all the way through. Hopefully it went through clean."
Brandi felt the warmness of her blood oozing all over her hand as she pressed against the entrance wound, "I'm not gonna look at it because if I do I'll pass out for sure. I don't mind watching horror movies and stuff but when it's the real thing I become a big wimp."
Mark took the bottom of his shirt and dabbed at the side of her face where the glass had hit her and caused tiny cuts to bleed. "We have to get you out of here." He looked around the lot. "I can't tell where this guy is." He pulled out his cell phone and called the station for back up and an ambulance. After he hung up he tucked the phone back into his pocket.
"He's probably gone by now," Brandi said. She started to feel woozy from blood loss and felt it hard to focus.
"I'm gonna go get my car and drive over here to get you. Stay right here and DON'T move!" He reached behind her to the waistband of her pants and pulled out her gun, putting it in her right hand, which hung loosely by her side. "You might need it." He gave her a kiss and then made his way across the lot. But within a few seconds more shots rang out. Glass from car windows shattered from every direction causing a symphony of noise.
"Mark!" Brandi yelled to him. The noise of the shattering glass stopped as it settled on the ground and she yelled again. But she didn't hear anything back. "Oh God no. Mark!!" she yelled as loud as she could. Still there was no answer.
Brandi checked her gun to see how much ammunition she had. Six bullets weren't much compared to the endless amount the shooter had, she figured. Slowly she got to her knees, still keeping her left hand tight against her shoulder. The pain was intense and she did all she could to keep it off her mind.
Inch by inch she made her way towards where Mark had gone. The chips of glass on the pavement dug into knees but there was no way to avoid it, it was everywhere. She made it over to a van and stopped to rest and gather her strength. She leaned back and closed her eyes, feeling the sweat beating down her face and the blood dripping down her chest and back. She opened her eyes and the world went in and out of focus. She shook it off and glanced over to her right. She could see Mark's sneakers sticking out near the front end of one of the cars. "Mark!" she yelled as she stuffed away the pain and made her way towards him.
When she got to him she immediately noticed the pool of blood underneath him. He was lying on his back, his chest covered in blood. She sat down beside him, put her gun down and took his hand. She felt for a pulse and felt a weak one. "Don't you die on me!" She started to cry. "Hang on. Help is coming." Tears fell from her eyes as she clutched his hand. She was hoping he'd open his eyes and look at her but he didn't. She held onto his hand and squeezed it, "I'm sorry that I said I wouldn't marry you. It's just that...it scared me. Since no one has ever asked me that before it freaked me out. I...I love you, Mark. Please don't die." Her tears stung the cuts on her face. "I tell you what, when you're better we'll go to Vegas and get married. I want to be your wife forever."
As she sat there with him something caught her eye. A red light was moving around right above her right knee. It looked too familiar but her mind couldn't think fast enough. Soon, another bullet sped her way and slammed into her right leg about four inches above her knee. The force of the bullet knocked her on her side. She knew she was a sitting duck if she stayed where she was so she grabbed her gun and slithered towards the back of the nearest car. Leaning against the back she couldn't help but look down at her leg. Nearly fainting at the sight, she looked away and gritted her teeth.
She felt helpless. Mark was only a few feet away from her and she couldn't help him. She thought that if she moved she'd get shot again and didn't want to take the chance. So she stayed put. Her eyelids felt heavy and she knew that she would soon pass out. But she welcomed it because it would mean an end to the pain, even if it were only temporary.
She shut her eyes and lost track of how long they were closed. When she opened them she saw one of the detectives coming her way. "Over here!" he yelled as he motioned towards her direction.
Paramedics were soon by her side with a gurney. "Mm...Mark," she muttered. She heard bits and pieces of medical terminology but couldn't focus on what they were saying.
"It's okay, they're helping him. Just stay calm and try to stay still," one of the paramedics instructed her.
She thought she had heard her mother's voice in the background and after a moment she knew she wasn't hearing things. Dottie appeared before her, her mouth nearly falling to the ground at the sight of her daughter covered in blood. She rushed to her side, trying not to get in the paramedic's way. "Oh dear God, Brandi! Brandi, are you okay? Talk to me!"
Brandi's eyes were half open and her speech was slow and sluggish, "Mom. Where...where's Mark? Is...is he okay?"
Dottie saw Mark lying on the ground and it didn't look good. "I'm not sure, sweetheart. But I'm sure they're doing everything they can to help him." Brandi started to cry. Dottie wanted so much to hug her and comfort but she couldn't.
One of the paramedics slid a needle into her arm and taped it up so it wouldn't move. "Brandi, we're going to lie you down on the backboard and get you on the gurney. Ready?" Brandi nodded as the paramedics laid her down on the backboard. Brandi squeezed Dottie's hand as the pain flowed through her body. Dottie started to cry as she squeezed.
They loaded her into the ambulance. Dottie took a seat near Brandi's head while the paramedics sat on each side. The siren blasted through the night and they sped off towards the hospital.
During the ride, Dottie stroked Brandi's hair and talked to her about different things. Mostly of stories of when Brandi was little and the crazy things she had done. Brandi's eyes would roll as she tried to stay alert. But the drugs they had given her were preventing her from fully listening.
They arrived at the hospital and they quickly rolled her into the emergency room. The lead paramedic informed the doctor's of her condition. "Female, twenty years of age, GSW to the right upper chest and right thigh. Lost a lot of blood at the scene."
Dottie was still holding onto Brandi's hand when a nurse came over to her. "Ma'am, you have to let go. We need you to wait outside."
Dottie shook her head, "I...I can't leave her alone. She's hurt and in a lot of pain. She needs her mother!"
"Ma'am, please."
Dottie looked at the nurse with a desperate look. Brandi's eyes fluttered open and she whispered to Dottie, "It's okay, mom." It nearly broke Dottie's heart hearing her voice so fragile. She let go of Brandi's hand and backed away as the doctors began to assess Brandi's condition.
"I'm assuming there's an exit due to all of the blood back here," one of the doctors said as he pointed to the blood on the gurney. "Roll her to the left on three. One...two...three." Brandi yelled out in pain as they rolled her onto her left side and examined the exit wound. Dottie had seen enough and fainted onto the floor.
This story is rated R for violence and language.
PREY
Brandi and Mark took a long walk along the beach, holding hands and cuddling like newlyweds. They had watched the sunset while sitting on the rocks near the water but now the bright full moon cast it's light upon the dark sea.
Hours passed as they talked and held each other. Mark happened to glance at his watch, "Geez, it's almost midnight, we better get going."
"Why? Do you turn into a pumpkin or something?"
"No, more like a walking zombie if I don't get some sleep. I have a stake-out tomorrow at six."
"Oh you poor baby," Brandi said as she kissed him. He helped her up and they headed to the parking lot.
As they walked across the parking lot they joked about a show they had seen on TV the night before. But as they were consumed by what each other had to say they had no idea that a man had the scope of his rifle trained in their direction. He scanned around the lot and saw only a few other people around other than Brandi and Mark but they weren't close to where they were.
"Oh please! It was the stupidest thing!" Brandi said as they continued discussing the show.
"It was funny!" Mark answered.
The man adjusted the night vision on his scope and watched their every move.
"Gimmie a break! Okay, why do they think that women fall down when they walk? Like we trip over the slightest pebble and sprain our ankles. I hate when they portray women as being stupid and clumsy."
"It's just a show."
Brandi laughed but was appalled that he felt that way. "Watch. I'm going to go over there by that SUV and walk from there back to here and I bet you a million dollars I won't fall down in the process." Mark stood where he was, his arms folded across his chest. He laughed as she walked about 30 feet away from him and turned around. She gave him a smart-ass look and was just about to take a step forward when she suddenly felt a searing pain in her right shoulder, sending her to her knees. The world seemed distant for a moment and then zoomed back into focus when she felt the shower of glass hitting her face and heard Mark screaming her name.
Mark dove behind the nearest car and took cover, still calling Brandi's name as he pulled out his weapon. Brandi realized she needed to get on the other side of the SUV, out of the line of fire. She got down on her stomach and crawled under the SUV, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. More bullets came her way but they quickly became a part of the SUV's fenders. She made it to the other side and then leaned up against the back wheel. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might lunge out of her chest. With each breath came pain.
Mark made his way over to her and immediately inspected the wound in her shoulder, "Dammit. You okay?"
"Yeah, I think so," she said in a haze.
He leaned her forward slightly and looked at her back, "It went all the way through. Hopefully it went through clean."
Brandi felt the warmness of her blood oozing all over her hand as she pressed against the entrance wound, "I'm not gonna look at it because if I do I'll pass out for sure. I don't mind watching horror movies and stuff but when it's the real thing I become a big wimp."
Mark took the bottom of his shirt and dabbed at the side of her face where the glass had hit her and caused tiny cuts to bleed. "We have to get you out of here." He looked around the lot. "I can't tell where this guy is." He pulled out his cell phone and called the station for back up and an ambulance. After he hung up he tucked the phone back into his pocket.
"He's probably gone by now," Brandi said. She started to feel woozy from blood loss and felt it hard to focus.
"I'm gonna go get my car and drive over here to get you. Stay right here and DON'T move!" He reached behind her to the waistband of her pants and pulled out her gun, putting it in her right hand, which hung loosely by her side. "You might need it." He gave her a kiss and then made his way across the lot. But within a few seconds more shots rang out. Glass from car windows shattered from every direction causing a symphony of noise.
"Mark!" Brandi yelled to him. The noise of the shattering glass stopped as it settled on the ground and she yelled again. But she didn't hear anything back. "Oh God no. Mark!!" she yelled as loud as she could. Still there was no answer.
Brandi checked her gun to see how much ammunition she had. Six bullets weren't much compared to the endless amount the shooter had, she figured. Slowly she got to her knees, still keeping her left hand tight against her shoulder. The pain was intense and she did all she could to keep it off her mind.
Inch by inch she made her way towards where Mark had gone. The chips of glass on the pavement dug into knees but there was no way to avoid it, it was everywhere. She made it over to a van and stopped to rest and gather her strength. She leaned back and closed her eyes, feeling the sweat beating down her face and the blood dripping down her chest and back. She opened her eyes and the world went in and out of focus. She shook it off and glanced over to her right. She could see Mark's sneakers sticking out near the front end of one of the cars. "Mark!" she yelled as she stuffed away the pain and made her way towards him.
When she got to him she immediately noticed the pool of blood underneath him. He was lying on his back, his chest covered in blood. She sat down beside him, put her gun down and took his hand. She felt for a pulse and felt a weak one. "Don't you die on me!" She started to cry. "Hang on. Help is coming." Tears fell from her eyes as she clutched his hand. She was hoping he'd open his eyes and look at her but he didn't. She held onto his hand and squeezed it, "I'm sorry that I said I wouldn't marry you. It's just that...it scared me. Since no one has ever asked me that before it freaked me out. I...I love you, Mark. Please don't die." Her tears stung the cuts on her face. "I tell you what, when you're better we'll go to Vegas and get married. I want to be your wife forever."
As she sat there with him something caught her eye. A red light was moving around right above her right knee. It looked too familiar but her mind couldn't think fast enough. Soon, another bullet sped her way and slammed into her right leg about four inches above her knee. The force of the bullet knocked her on her side. She knew she was a sitting duck if she stayed where she was so she grabbed her gun and slithered towards the back of the nearest car. Leaning against the back she couldn't help but look down at her leg. Nearly fainting at the sight, she looked away and gritted her teeth.
She felt helpless. Mark was only a few feet away from her and she couldn't help him. She thought that if she moved she'd get shot again and didn't want to take the chance. So she stayed put. Her eyelids felt heavy and she knew that she would soon pass out. But she welcomed it because it would mean an end to the pain, even if it were only temporary.
She shut her eyes and lost track of how long they were closed. When she opened them she saw one of the detectives coming her way. "Over here!" he yelled as he motioned towards her direction.
Paramedics were soon by her side with a gurney. "Mm...Mark," she muttered. She heard bits and pieces of medical terminology but couldn't focus on what they were saying.
"It's okay, they're helping him. Just stay calm and try to stay still," one of the paramedics instructed her.
She thought she had heard her mother's voice in the background and after a moment she knew she wasn't hearing things. Dottie appeared before her, her mouth nearly falling to the ground at the sight of her daughter covered in blood. She rushed to her side, trying not to get in the paramedic's way. "Oh dear God, Brandi! Brandi, are you okay? Talk to me!"
Brandi's eyes were half open and her speech was slow and sluggish, "Mom. Where...where's Mark? Is...is he okay?"
Dottie saw Mark lying on the ground and it didn't look good. "I'm not sure, sweetheart. But I'm sure they're doing everything they can to help him." Brandi started to cry. Dottie wanted so much to hug her and comfort but she couldn't.
One of the paramedics slid a needle into her arm and taped it up so it wouldn't move. "Brandi, we're going to lie you down on the backboard and get you on the gurney. Ready?" Brandi nodded as the paramedics laid her down on the backboard. Brandi squeezed Dottie's hand as the pain flowed through her body. Dottie started to cry as she squeezed.
They loaded her into the ambulance. Dottie took a seat near Brandi's head while the paramedics sat on each side. The siren blasted through the night and they sped off towards the hospital.
During the ride, Dottie stroked Brandi's hair and talked to her about different things. Mostly of stories of when Brandi was little and the crazy things she had done. Brandi's eyes would roll as she tried to stay alert. But the drugs they had given her were preventing her from fully listening.
They arrived at the hospital and they quickly rolled her into the emergency room. The lead paramedic informed the doctor's of her condition. "Female, twenty years of age, GSW to the right upper chest and right thigh. Lost a lot of blood at the scene."
Dottie was still holding onto Brandi's hand when a nurse came over to her. "Ma'am, you have to let go. We need you to wait outside."
Dottie shook her head, "I...I can't leave her alone. She's hurt and in a lot of pain. She needs her mother!"
"Ma'am, please."
Dottie looked at the nurse with a desperate look. Brandi's eyes fluttered open and she whispered to Dottie, "It's okay, mom." It nearly broke Dottie's heart hearing her voice so fragile. She let go of Brandi's hand and backed away as the doctors began to assess Brandi's condition.
"I'm assuming there's an exit due to all of the blood back here," one of the doctors said as he pointed to the blood on the gurney. "Roll her to the left on three. One...two...three." Brandi yelled out in pain as they rolled her onto her left side and examined the exit wound. Dottie had seen enough and fainted onto the floor.