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CH41 Deaths
They lay on their sides, side by side. Damon propped himself up on his forearm and attentively touched the blood that covered the front of his shirt. The red dye stained his fingers with its sticky warmth. His eyes flickered from his own shirt to his sisters. She lay on her back, breathing rapidly as the blood flowed from the wound in her chest, staining her shirt.
"No," Damon whispered, crawling to her side and trying to stop the crimson flow. His sister looked into his eyes, her mouth moved but no sound escaped as she struggled to breathe.
"Don't talk, Crim. You'll be fine," he told her, trying to contain the panic that was rising inside him.
She shook her head gently, raising a shaky hand to touch his face. A small smile spread across her lips. "Love you…baby bro," she whispered gently, her words barely audible with all the gunfire and breaking glass and cars around.
"I love you, too, Crim," he told her, nodding.
She gave him one more smile before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her ragid breathing stopped.
Damon felt the tears creep into the corner of his eyes but pushed them away. Tong would pay, he had work to do. He grabbed his gun off the floor and reloaded the chamber. Glancing around the boxes he saw Dom already up on the
catwalk and farther away, Tong was pulling Serena into a storage room upstairs.
He looked back at his dead sister and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I'll be back for you, Crim. I promise."
Damon stood and hurried up the stairs, firing at some as he passed, ready to get his fiancé back and his revenge.
"Dammit!" Chaz swore out loud, ducking behind more crates as yet another bullet zoomed pass his head, hitting a wooden box next to him. He glared at Asher. "You're doing a great job at covering me so far," he said sarcastically.
"Thanks, I'm trying real hard," he smiled.
"Yeah, to get me KILLED!" Chaz shouted,
"Ohh, so you did notice,' Asher nodded, ducking near him behind the crates.
Chaz cursed under his breath. "We can't keep at this Ash."
"What do you mean?"
"This! We can't keep trying to get each other killed," he laughed. "We're fighting like a bunch of kids over what?"
Asher thought about it, 'Stuff from the past."
"Exactly, stuff from the past," he told him. "We need to forgive each other if either of us wants out of here."
"Okay," he folded his arms over his chest looking at Chaz.
"What?" Chaz asked.
"I'm waiting."
"For what?"
"Your apology, I'm waiting to hear it," he said sternly.
"Whoa, whoa, you owe me first," Chaz pointed out.
"I don't owe you shit."
"You always were a stubborn prick," Chaz growled.
"And you always were a faggot bitch," he sighed.
"Hey, in case you didn't know. I'm MARRIED."
"Doesn't mean you aren't fucking a guy on the side," he muttered.
Chaz growled, reloading his gun. "I should just put a cap in your ass now."
"Is that a gay slur?"
"Fuck you, Asher."
"How bout that? Was that a gay pick-up line?" Asher teased.
"I mean go fuck yourself, you ignorant asshole."
"Least I don't get fucked up mine," he mumbled, cocking his gun.
Chaz turned to him, his back facing the opening. "You know what, Ash! I'm so sick of your-"
"CHAZ!" Asher shoved him and he hit the crates next to him, cutting his arm on a piece of wood. Chaz hissed in pain, looking at the cut. It would definitely need stitches. He turned to yell at Asher but gasped instead, feeling his heart drop to his stomach.
Asher lay on his back, head turned to one side, bleeding from a wound in his upper stomach
"Asher," Chaz scrambled to his side. "Ash, wake up…please."
His eyes flickered and opened, staring blankly at him. "Chaz," he mumbled.
"I'm right here," he told him, patting his shoulder.
"Damn," he said with a small laugh. 'Never thought I'd take a bullet for your thin ass."
"Neither did I," he smiled, taking off his jacket and putting it over the wound to stop the flow. "But hey, I'm gonna need stitches in my arm cause of you, asshole."
"Shit, I'll need them in my side along with surgery so lets compare wounds," he told him.
"We can compare the size of our guns later too," he joked, worried about the amount of blood flowing from the wound.
"Yeah, someday we might," he said and coughed harshly, sounding rickedy and unnatural.
Chaz shook his head, "Why the hell did ya do it, Ash?"
"You're my friend, Chaz…probably the best friend I ever had," he smiled weakly, his eyes drooping a little more.
"Yeah, you're my best friend too, bro" he told him. "Sorry I never told you that. And I am sorry. I was an asshole."
"That you were," he laughed a bit and winced.
Chaz could see the pain he was in as he fought to stay awake and alive. He swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat as he realized what he had to do. Asher couldn't stay holding on forever. "Go with her, Ash. Go find your girl."
Asher smiled weakly still, "One last thing I have to say," he whispered and looked Chaz directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Chaz," he whispered before his breathing stopped and his eyes stared vacantly into the ceiling. Chaz slowly closed them, muttering a quick prayer before picking up his gun and finishing
his job. He only managed to hit two more before the police pulled in and took over. He found Kerisa and hugged her, feeling better already knowing his friend was with the one he loved. He looked around, wondering where Dom was.
"Letty," he called to her.
She turned to him and smiled. "Thank God, you two are all right."
"You've seen Dom?"
She shook her head. "No not yet. Not him or Serena or Damon."
"I hope they're okay," Kerisa said, glancing around for her best friend.
"I do too,' Chaz said, tightening his grip on her. "I do too."
CH41 Deaths
They lay on their sides, side by side. Damon propped himself up on his forearm and attentively touched the blood that covered the front of his shirt. The red dye stained his fingers with its sticky warmth. His eyes flickered from his own shirt to his sisters. She lay on her back, breathing rapidly as the blood flowed from the wound in her chest, staining her shirt.
"No," Damon whispered, crawling to her side and trying to stop the crimson flow. His sister looked into his eyes, her mouth moved but no sound escaped as she struggled to breathe.
"Don't talk, Crim. You'll be fine," he told her, trying to contain the panic that was rising inside him.
She shook her head gently, raising a shaky hand to touch his face. A small smile spread across her lips. "Love you…baby bro," she whispered gently, her words barely audible with all the gunfire and breaking glass and cars around.
"I love you, too, Crim," he told her, nodding.
She gave him one more smile before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her ragid breathing stopped.
Damon felt the tears creep into the corner of his eyes but pushed them away. Tong would pay, he had work to do. He grabbed his gun off the floor and reloaded the chamber. Glancing around the boxes he saw Dom already up on the
catwalk and farther away, Tong was pulling Serena into a storage room upstairs.
He looked back at his dead sister and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I'll be back for you, Crim. I promise."
Damon stood and hurried up the stairs, firing at some as he passed, ready to get his fiancé back and his revenge.
"Dammit!" Chaz swore out loud, ducking behind more crates as yet another bullet zoomed pass his head, hitting a wooden box next to him. He glared at Asher. "You're doing a great job at covering me so far," he said sarcastically.
"Thanks, I'm trying real hard," he smiled.
"Yeah, to get me KILLED!" Chaz shouted,
"Ohh, so you did notice,' Asher nodded, ducking near him behind the crates.
Chaz cursed under his breath. "We can't keep at this Ash."
"What do you mean?"
"This! We can't keep trying to get each other killed," he laughed. "We're fighting like a bunch of kids over what?"
Asher thought about it, 'Stuff from the past."
"Exactly, stuff from the past," he told him. "We need to forgive each other if either of us wants out of here."
"Okay," he folded his arms over his chest looking at Chaz.
"What?" Chaz asked.
"I'm waiting."
"For what?"
"Your apology, I'm waiting to hear it," he said sternly.
"Whoa, whoa, you owe me first," Chaz pointed out.
"I don't owe you shit."
"You always were a stubborn prick," Chaz growled.
"And you always were a faggot bitch," he sighed.
"Hey, in case you didn't know. I'm MARRIED."
"Doesn't mean you aren't fucking a guy on the side," he muttered.
Chaz growled, reloading his gun. "I should just put a cap in your ass now."
"Is that a gay slur?"
"Fuck you, Asher."
"How bout that? Was that a gay pick-up line?" Asher teased.
"I mean go fuck yourself, you ignorant asshole."
"Least I don't get fucked up mine," he mumbled, cocking his gun.
Chaz turned to him, his back facing the opening. "You know what, Ash! I'm so sick of your-"
"CHAZ!" Asher shoved him and he hit the crates next to him, cutting his arm on a piece of wood. Chaz hissed in pain, looking at the cut. It would definitely need stitches. He turned to yell at Asher but gasped instead, feeling his heart drop to his stomach.
Asher lay on his back, head turned to one side, bleeding from a wound in his upper stomach
"Asher," Chaz scrambled to his side. "Ash, wake up…please."
His eyes flickered and opened, staring blankly at him. "Chaz," he mumbled.
"I'm right here," he told him, patting his shoulder.
"Damn," he said with a small laugh. 'Never thought I'd take a bullet for your thin ass."
"Neither did I," he smiled, taking off his jacket and putting it over the wound to stop the flow. "But hey, I'm gonna need stitches in my arm cause of you, asshole."
"Shit, I'll need them in my side along with surgery so lets compare wounds," he told him.
"We can compare the size of our guns later too," he joked, worried about the amount of blood flowing from the wound.
"Yeah, someday we might," he said and coughed harshly, sounding rickedy and unnatural.
Chaz shook his head, "Why the hell did ya do it, Ash?"
"You're my friend, Chaz…probably the best friend I ever had," he smiled weakly, his eyes drooping a little more.
"Yeah, you're my best friend too, bro" he told him. "Sorry I never told you that. And I am sorry. I was an asshole."
"That you were," he laughed a bit and winced.
Chaz could see the pain he was in as he fought to stay awake and alive. He swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat as he realized what he had to do. Asher couldn't stay holding on forever. "Go with her, Ash. Go find your girl."
Asher smiled weakly still, "One last thing I have to say," he whispered and looked Chaz directly in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Chaz," he whispered before his breathing stopped and his eyes stared vacantly into the ceiling. Chaz slowly closed them, muttering a quick prayer before picking up his gun and finishing
his job. He only managed to hit two more before the police pulled in and took over. He found Kerisa and hugged her, feeling better already knowing his friend was with the one he loved. He looked around, wondering where Dom was.
"Letty," he called to her.
She turned to him and smiled. "Thank God, you two are all right."
"You've seen Dom?"
She shook her head. "No not yet. Not him or Serena or Damon."
"I hope they're okay," Kerisa said, glancing around for her best friend.
"I do too,' Chaz said, tightening his grip on her. "I do too."