SHOTS IN THE DARK
The first bullet was propelled from the gun mere seconds after Jesse had phased through the wall, crashing to the ground with the surprise of it. The bullet tore right through the wall, and into the other side of the hallway.
Starting violently as more shots ripped through the wall, where Sampson obviously hoped Jesse was still standing, Jesse scrambled away from the area, getting to his feet as soon as he knew he would be safe.
He ran to the door he knew he had come from before, and opened it, slamming it shut behind him, resting his back firmly against it.
He heard no crashing of footsteps. Maybe the idiot had locked himself in his own office.
"Jesse, what the hell's the matter with you?" he heard Claire ask, even as she moved over to him, her movements fluidic and graceful, yet seductive in their suggestion.
He furrowed his brow, and panted heavily, realising now that he couldn't breathe normally. He shook his head. Jesse tried to walk away from her, but only got a few paces before feeling his knees weaken considerably.
Claire caught him before he crumpled completely, and there was concern on her face. "What's wrong? What is it?"
Jesse found he had no words to reply, and before long, even when held up by Claire, he collapsed completely to the floor.
His breathing came in ragged heaving sighs, and he winced through the agonising cramps that ravaged his body. His skull felt about ready to tear apart from within, and he groaned with the pain, curling into the tight ball again.
Claire tried to look into his eyes, but they were closed so tightly it seemed he never wanted to open them again.
"Jesse, tell me what's wrong, please!" Claire demanded, and then stood from the floor. "Help!" she called.
Jesse attempted to stand, but his legs wouldn't respond. He started to shake.
"Sampson! Sampson!" Claire shouted, but received no reply.
He felt her at his side again, mere moments before he succumbed completely into the darkness.
* * *
Claire shook Jesse, and pleaded with him to wake up, but to no avail.
"Damn it!" she hissed, and looked around desperately, searching for something with which she could help him.
Even if Jesse did irritate her a lot more now than he ever had, she still didn't want him to die.
As she searched around for a cell phone, or a pager or anything else remotely useful, she recalled never having felt so hostile towards Jesse before. Like when she had slapped him, and ordered him around. she could never remember doing that before, never.
What is going on with me lately? Her mind was a mess. She didn't know what to think.
She just knew she needed help.
The first bullet was propelled from the gun mere seconds after Jesse had phased through the wall, crashing to the ground with the surprise of it. The bullet tore right through the wall, and into the other side of the hallway.
Starting violently as more shots ripped through the wall, where Sampson obviously hoped Jesse was still standing, Jesse scrambled away from the area, getting to his feet as soon as he knew he would be safe.
He ran to the door he knew he had come from before, and opened it, slamming it shut behind him, resting his back firmly against it.
He heard no crashing of footsteps. Maybe the idiot had locked himself in his own office.
"Jesse, what the hell's the matter with you?" he heard Claire ask, even as she moved over to him, her movements fluidic and graceful, yet seductive in their suggestion.
He furrowed his brow, and panted heavily, realising now that he couldn't breathe normally. He shook his head. Jesse tried to walk away from her, but only got a few paces before feeling his knees weaken considerably.
Claire caught him before he crumpled completely, and there was concern on her face. "What's wrong? What is it?"
Jesse found he had no words to reply, and before long, even when held up by Claire, he collapsed completely to the floor.
His breathing came in ragged heaving sighs, and he winced through the agonising cramps that ravaged his body. His skull felt about ready to tear apart from within, and he groaned with the pain, curling into the tight ball again.
Claire tried to look into his eyes, but they were closed so tightly it seemed he never wanted to open them again.
"Jesse, tell me what's wrong, please!" Claire demanded, and then stood from the floor. "Help!" she called.
Jesse attempted to stand, but his legs wouldn't respond. He started to shake.
"Sampson! Sampson!" Claire shouted, but received no reply.
He felt her at his side again, mere moments before he succumbed completely into the darkness.
* * *
Claire shook Jesse, and pleaded with him to wake up, but to no avail.
"Damn it!" she hissed, and looked around desperately, searching for something with which she could help him.
Even if Jesse did irritate her a lot more now than he ever had, she still didn't want him to die.
As she searched around for a cell phone, or a pager or anything else remotely useful, she recalled never having felt so hostile towards Jesse before. Like when she had slapped him, and ordered him around. she could never remember doing that before, never.
What is going on with me lately? Her mind was a mess. She didn't know what to think.
She just knew she needed help.