Chapter 6: You Lose
Thomas stared at them for a moment, surprised. Then he smiled evilly. From behind them Alex and Jonathan heard two more guns being cocked. When they looked over their shoulders they saw two men, one with a gun on them, and one with a gun on Fiona. Thomas laughed as he stood up. "Nice try," he said, "But you lose." He nodded at the two other men and said "Kill the girl."
"NO!" Alex screamed, and Thomas knocked him out. Jonathan kicked Thomas in the face and fired, hitting him in the head and killing him instantly. He spun around just in time to shoot one of the other men, and then be shot himself in the right shoulder. The last of the men stood before him, a gun pointed at Fiona's head. Jonathan lay on the cold stone floor, bleeding and shivering., and looked at the man.
"P-please.." Jonathan managed, shakily, "Please. She's just a baby. "
"Yeah, " the man said coldly, "a baby worth at least a half a million pounds." Jonathan shook his head. "You can't put a price on the life of a child."
"Well, that's real moving and all, but since I'm not getting paid, I guess you'll just have to watch your little baby die."
"You bastard," Jonathan said, through his chattering teeth and tears. "Why are you doing this?"
"A job is a job."
"She's just a baby!" Jonathan yelled.
"Perhaps I should pick on someone my own size? Someone kinda like you?" he turned the gun on Jonathan, who looked him in the eye.
"Do it," Jonathan's eyes never left him. As the man put his finger to the trigger, a gunshot echoed throughout the warehouse and the man fell to the ground, dead. Alex dropped the gun, and fell to his knees, crying. Jonathan sat in shock for a moment then scrambled to Alex, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. He hugged Alex with his good arm.
"I killed him, Uncle Jon," Alex sobbed, "I killed him."
"Alex, you saved my life. And your sister's!" Jonathan said, trying to comfort him. You did the right thing."
Alex calmed down a bit and wiped his face with his shirt then realized Fiona was still tied up. He ran to her and as soon as she was free she clung to him tightly.
Alex carried her out to the car, since Jonathan could hardly walk himself. As soon as they got to the car, Jonathan passed out from blood loss. As he lay there, face down on the pavement, it began pouring down rain. He didn't feel it. Nor did he hear Alex calling his name, or the voice of the two men asking Alex what had happened and if he and the little girl were hurt.
Jonathan saw nothing but darkness. He was falling. Falling into a sea of light. Bright white light. It filled the place and covered him like snow. Suddenly, all around him was still and quiet. Until out of the light came Rick and Evy, arm-in-arm, nodding in approval. Jonathan didn't understand. Not until his baby sister's voice drifted to him on the wind. "Good job, Jonathan." She said smiling, "Now go take care of my babies." They turned to leave.
"No!" he called from within his dream, his arms outstretched. He began to run. "Noo! Don't leave me. I can't do it alone!"
He woke up in the dark. Confused and in pain he fumbled for a light switch. When he found it, and light filled the room he realized his arm was in a sling and Alex and Fiona lay asleep in a bed next to his.
"Hospital, " he told himself, "I'm in a hospital." He sighed, relieved, then settled back into bed.
Thomas stared at them for a moment, surprised. Then he smiled evilly. From behind them Alex and Jonathan heard two more guns being cocked. When they looked over their shoulders they saw two men, one with a gun on them, and one with a gun on Fiona. Thomas laughed as he stood up. "Nice try," he said, "But you lose." He nodded at the two other men and said "Kill the girl."
"NO!" Alex screamed, and Thomas knocked him out. Jonathan kicked Thomas in the face and fired, hitting him in the head and killing him instantly. He spun around just in time to shoot one of the other men, and then be shot himself in the right shoulder. The last of the men stood before him, a gun pointed at Fiona's head. Jonathan lay on the cold stone floor, bleeding and shivering., and looked at the man.
"P-please.." Jonathan managed, shakily, "Please. She's just a baby. "
"Yeah, " the man said coldly, "a baby worth at least a half a million pounds." Jonathan shook his head. "You can't put a price on the life of a child."
"Well, that's real moving and all, but since I'm not getting paid, I guess you'll just have to watch your little baby die."
"You bastard," Jonathan said, through his chattering teeth and tears. "Why are you doing this?"
"A job is a job."
"She's just a baby!" Jonathan yelled.
"Perhaps I should pick on someone my own size? Someone kinda like you?" he turned the gun on Jonathan, who looked him in the eye.
"Do it," Jonathan's eyes never left him. As the man put his finger to the trigger, a gunshot echoed throughout the warehouse and the man fell to the ground, dead. Alex dropped the gun, and fell to his knees, crying. Jonathan sat in shock for a moment then scrambled to Alex, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. He hugged Alex with his good arm.
"I killed him, Uncle Jon," Alex sobbed, "I killed him."
"Alex, you saved my life. And your sister's!" Jonathan said, trying to comfort him. You did the right thing."
Alex calmed down a bit and wiped his face with his shirt then realized Fiona was still tied up. He ran to her and as soon as she was free she clung to him tightly.
Alex carried her out to the car, since Jonathan could hardly walk himself. As soon as they got to the car, Jonathan passed out from blood loss. As he lay there, face down on the pavement, it began pouring down rain. He didn't feel it. Nor did he hear Alex calling his name, or the voice of the two men asking Alex what had happened and if he and the little girl were hurt.
Jonathan saw nothing but darkness. He was falling. Falling into a sea of light. Bright white light. It filled the place and covered him like snow. Suddenly, all around him was still and quiet. Until out of the light came Rick and Evy, arm-in-arm, nodding in approval. Jonathan didn't understand. Not until his baby sister's voice drifted to him on the wind. "Good job, Jonathan." She said smiling, "Now go take care of my babies." They turned to leave.
"No!" he called from within his dream, his arms outstretched. He began to run. "Noo! Don't leave me. I can't do it alone!"
He woke up in the dark. Confused and in pain he fumbled for a light switch. When he found it, and light filled the room he realized his arm was in a sling and Alex and Fiona lay asleep in a bed next to his.
"Hospital, " he told himself, "I'm in a hospital." He sighed, relieved, then settled back into bed.