Part Fourteen
"Luis!" she screamed. As another gunshot echoed in her ears. "No!" she cried. Racing towards the sound without a second thought. He has to be alright, she thought. He just has to. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she thought the worst. She was going against everything he had told her. But she had to know. Had to see him. Make sure he wasn't hurt. "Luis," she panted. Breaking through the heavy brush. Into the clearing once more. "Luis! Where are you?" she called frantically. Rushing to the grave's edge and peering down. She gasped at the sight. Jacques lay at the bottom. His eyes permanently fixed in an expression of horror. Blood staining the short he wore. If Jacques was the one who got shot.
"I'm curious to Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald's whereabouts, aussi, Mademoiselle Crane," Roger said. Startling her. She flinched when she saw the gun he held in his hand. Oh god, she thought. I've done it again. Way to go, Sheridan. He crept closer. An evil smile on his face. "I can't say I'm sorry about the loss," he said. Glancing at Jacques's body down below. "I was planning on killing him and his stupid brother anyway," he continued. Staring at her with cold eyes. "Such a pity," he uttered softly. Cocking his gun and trailing it down her jaw. Delighting in her shiver. "But some things can't be avoided, Mademoiselle. Sorry," he lied in a whisper. "I'm going to kill you now." "Not if I have anything to say about it," Luis roared. Lunging at Roger and knocking him to the ground. "Sheridan! Please! Listen to me this time! Get out of here!" Luis yelled between punches. She stood rooted to the ground. Unable to move. Horrified when Roger caught Luis by surprise. Flipping him on his back. Then scrambling to his feet. Luis grabbed him once more. Pummeling him. She went pale at the sight of more blood. She'd seen enough blood in these last few days to last her a lifetime.
"Sheridan," Luis gasped. And she realized Roger had his hands wrapped around Luis's neck. Slowly suffocating him. "Sheridan," he repeated. She followed his gaze. Roger's gun lay only a few feet from where she stood. Roger eased up on his iron grip. Threats and mockery spewing forth from his mouth. "You are a weakling, Mademoiselle. Too frightened to hurt me. Too timid to help your lover. I WILL kill Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald. Then there will be no more escape for you," he laughed. "No more of your pathetic tears," he said. Returning his attention back to Luis. Anger overrode her fear, and she darted the few feet to the gun. Roger saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes. Luis fell to the ground in a heap. Clutching his neck in agony. "Give me the gun, Mademoiselle," Roger demanded with crazed eyes. "Give me the gun now, and I promise.I will make your death quick and painless."
Sheridan brandished the weapon in front of her. With trembling arms. "Why would I do that?" she laughed nervously. Aiming directly for his heart. "Don't say I didn't warn you," Roger said sinisterly. Knocking the gun out of her hands. And hauling her to the ground when she tried to go after it. "Not so fast," he said between clenched teeth. "Now I have you," he said. Squeezing off her air supply as she clawed at his hands. "No escape," he said coldly. I'm sorry, Luis, she thought as she felt herself losing consciousness. Falling into a pit a darkness. I love you, she thought. Closing her eyes. As a final gunshot rang out.
"Luis!" she screamed. As another gunshot echoed in her ears. "No!" she cried. Racing towards the sound without a second thought. He has to be alright, she thought. He just has to. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she thought the worst. She was going against everything he had told her. But she had to know. Had to see him. Make sure he wasn't hurt. "Luis," she panted. Breaking through the heavy brush. Into the clearing once more. "Luis! Where are you?" she called frantically. Rushing to the grave's edge and peering down. She gasped at the sight. Jacques lay at the bottom. His eyes permanently fixed in an expression of horror. Blood staining the short he wore. If Jacques was the one who got shot.
"I'm curious to Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald's whereabouts, aussi, Mademoiselle Crane," Roger said. Startling her. She flinched when she saw the gun he held in his hand. Oh god, she thought. I've done it again. Way to go, Sheridan. He crept closer. An evil smile on his face. "I can't say I'm sorry about the loss," he said. Glancing at Jacques's body down below. "I was planning on killing him and his stupid brother anyway," he continued. Staring at her with cold eyes. "Such a pity," he uttered softly. Cocking his gun and trailing it down her jaw. Delighting in her shiver. "But some things can't be avoided, Mademoiselle. Sorry," he lied in a whisper. "I'm going to kill you now." "Not if I have anything to say about it," Luis roared. Lunging at Roger and knocking him to the ground. "Sheridan! Please! Listen to me this time! Get out of here!" Luis yelled between punches. She stood rooted to the ground. Unable to move. Horrified when Roger caught Luis by surprise. Flipping him on his back. Then scrambling to his feet. Luis grabbed him once more. Pummeling him. She went pale at the sight of more blood. She'd seen enough blood in these last few days to last her a lifetime.
"Sheridan," Luis gasped. And she realized Roger had his hands wrapped around Luis's neck. Slowly suffocating him. "Sheridan," he repeated. She followed his gaze. Roger's gun lay only a few feet from where she stood. Roger eased up on his iron grip. Threats and mockery spewing forth from his mouth. "You are a weakling, Mademoiselle. Too frightened to hurt me. Too timid to help your lover. I WILL kill Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald. Then there will be no more escape for you," he laughed. "No more of your pathetic tears," he said. Returning his attention back to Luis. Anger overrode her fear, and she darted the few feet to the gun. Roger saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes. Luis fell to the ground in a heap. Clutching his neck in agony. "Give me the gun, Mademoiselle," Roger demanded with crazed eyes. "Give me the gun now, and I promise.I will make your death quick and painless."
Sheridan brandished the weapon in front of her. With trembling arms. "Why would I do that?" she laughed nervously. Aiming directly for his heart. "Don't say I didn't warn you," Roger said sinisterly. Knocking the gun out of her hands. And hauling her to the ground when she tried to go after it. "Not so fast," he said between clenched teeth. "Now I have you," he said. Squeezing off her air supply as she clawed at his hands. "No escape," he said coldly. I'm sorry, Luis, she thought as she felt herself losing consciousness. Falling into a pit a darkness. I love you, she thought. Closing her eyes. As a final gunshot rang out.
