This chappy is a little short but I promise another longer one next. - ECannette
Part 3: Don't Leave Me
"Damn it, James load your pistol!" Lucy yelled grabbing her own.
The French and Spanish uniformed guards came around the corner.
She fired, perfectly right into a man's chest and finally James had loaded his.
"Finally, you got of your ass to save mine." Lucy spat grabbing her other pistol as he fired.
"What did you do now?" James asked watching the guards.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing you wouldn't have done in my place." Lucy replied.
"What?" James said passing a brotherly stern look at Lucy.
"I…uh…stole some more…ah…private documents and killed two guards on the way in and two on the way out." Lucy said biting her bottom lip, firing another shot.
James just shook his head.
Lucy flipped her knife into her hand and opened it as she sprinted down the stairs. The guards followed her and she turned to face James as he loaded his gun again.
"Ahh!" Lucy choked as the bullet tore through her clothes and into her skin. She went white and faltered trying to stand and fell into James (she had been standing in front of him when she took the bullet). He held her up; blood seeped from the wound in her side and James swept Lucy up into his arms, running with her toward the door. Once shut he looked around for a place to go. He could feel her small white fingers trying to grasp his.
"You are going to be fine Lucy."
He saw her eyes flutter and the warmth was leaving her body. James franticly looked for a place to go. He heard the guards trying to barge down the front door.
"Lucy." He choked looking down at her pale body. She looked so small, not the boisterous, strong, unafraid Lucy, who faced danger at every turn and was always was the first one in and last one out.
"James…" she whispered clutching his hand again as he headed for the barn.
He looked down into her hazel eyes. They were filled with sadness and longing, she closed them squeezing his hand even harder.
"It's so cold." She whispered, choking on her own blood that rose in her throat.
He had to stop the bleeding…He opened the barn down and closed it, laying down Lucy on the straw. He opened her coat and stared speechless at the blood soaked shirt. There was too much blood. He tore at his own shirt and wadded the pieces up and applied pressure to her wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing freely.
"Lucy…" James let one single tear fall from his cloudy eyes. She had been a sister to him, a best friend. He pulled her small hand to his cheek.
"Please don't leave me Lucy, don't leave me."
End of Part Three