A/N: Omg guys, I didn't think that I would get this many reviews for only 3 chapters of a story! Thank you SO much for reading and reviewing! It really makes my day to know that someone is enjoying my stories! So I'm wrapping up this story, and chapter 5 will most likely be the last, so enjoy and keep reviewing!
Chapter 4
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Faith's POV
I was standing by my car when I saw Mikey threaten to shoot Emily. I was just standing there, and there was nothing I could do. My worst nightmare had come true. I was hoping to God that Emily had gotten out of the school already, but my hopes were shattered the second that I saw her scared face up on that roof.
"Oh my God" I whispered, placing my hand over my trembling mouth.
I felt a light touch on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Sully standing next to me, trying to reassure me that everything was going to turn out right. Everything was going to be okay.
I focused my attention back on the roof, now seeing Bosco in the picture. Typical Bosco, fearless in the face of complete danger.
"What the hell does he think he's doing?" Sully whispered to himself beside me. And to tell you the truth, I was thinking the exact same thing.
"Now let her go, and maybe we can make some sort of deal!" Bosco had yelled to his brother on the roof, attracting attention from the starving crowd. As I watched Mikey release Emily from his grip, I felt my legs almost give out. I can't even begin to explain how much of a relief it was to know that she was okay.
As I watched Emily disappear into the school, I realized that I, myself, was walking in that direction. "Faith, where the hell do you think you're going?" Sully called. "Just stay out of this Sully!"
I ran into the building, and frantically started searching rooms, not finding any kids in any of them. "Emily!" I called out, hoping to get a response; needing to get a response.
"Mom!" Emily emerged from the top of the stairs, and practically flung herself at me.
"Mom, I didn't think I was going to, I mean Mom oh my God, it was horrible – "
"Shh. Em, it's okay. It's alright Emily." I held her against me, hugging her so tight, swearing never to let anything bad happen to her again. I wouldn't ever let her be in that sort of pain again. I mean, if it weren't for Bosco. . .
"Bosco"
"Mom?" Her tight embrace suddenly loosened as her worried face looked up at me. "Bosco's going to be okay. . . right? Can't you go help him now?" She panicked. "Mom, you have to help him!"
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~Bosco's POV~
Mikey and I were at a standstill, both with our guns drawn, pointing them at the other. "Mikey, don't make me do this. Put the gun down." I tried once again, not wanting to make a decision that I would regret later. I really thought that he would have listened to me by then, and that's what had me worried. If Mikey wouldn't listen to me, I don't think he would listen to anyone. . .
"Mikey, why are you doing this?"
"You wouldn't understand, Mo! No one could understand, okay? I just gotta do this!" Mikey continued, now starting to sway side to side. Typical drug-seeking behavior if you ask me.
"You usin'?" I asked, still standing my ground. I waited for a response, or at least a protest of 'how dare you accuse me', but the response never came. He just continued to stand there, swaying from one side to another, pointin' his gun at me.
"Is that what this is all about, Mikey? You're killin' kids for a little dope?" No response. "How could you be that stupid?"
"You don't know, Mo!"
"I know that you couldn't possibly be stupid enough to do somethin' like this! What the hell happened to you, Michael?"
"Just shut up!"
"What was it, huh? Dad maybe?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Followin' in his footsteps? – " I stopped mid-sentence when I heard the loud shot of a gun. At first, I didn't know whose it was. Mine? Had I pulled the trigger? Had the snipers shot Mikey? For a second, I even thought that maybe it was in my head.
All my questions were answered as I felt myself fall to the cold, hard concrete roof beneath me. The pain that had previously been throbbing in my shoulder had stopped, but something else was wrong. I tried to pull myself back up, not knowing what was going on, but the movement triggered the intense sharpness of the bullet that had just torn through the thin lining of my neck.
Mikey had shot me.
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~Faith's POV~
I was running towards the roof as fast, if not faster than my legs could carry me. I knew that if I were up there helping Bosco, Mikey wouldn't have a chance of getting away. Together, Bosco and I could stop the world. . .
Then I heard it.
I finally reached the third floor, and proceeded climbing up the ladder to the roof. As I pushed the door open and the bright sunlight shone through the empty space, I saw a darkened figure lying on the ground completely motionless.
"Bosco, you got him?" I called out to my partner. As I got no response, I made my way out of the building and onto the roof.
I stepped out to where the light was no longer blinding me, and I took one look at the still figure on the ground. . . It wasn't Mikey.
"Bosco!"
I grabbed for my radio and hastily ran over to my wounded partner. "10-13, 10-13! Officer down!" I screamed for help.
"Bosco – " I was going to ask him where he was hit; if his vest had caught the bullet, but I got the inevitable answer before I even spoke a word. I saw the fierce bleeding coming from right below his neck, and in that moment, my heart broke.
I tore at his shirt, leaving only the vest exposed, and jumbled the rough material up into a ball to apply pressure to his neck. As I looked at the bloody gauze on his shoulder, I took in a deep breath. "Bos, it's gunna be okay." I calmly told him. I knew that if I panicked then, Bosco would too, and lose any oxygen that he had in the first place.
"Faith" His raspy voice shook like a leaf as he tried to talk to me. "I Can't – breathe." He whispered, his breath thinning as the seconds passed.
"Bosco, don't talk. Help will be here soon, okay?" I demanded, not knowing what else to do but keep pressing against the wound to stop the blood. I reached for my radio again, getting impatient. "We need help up here!" I yelled again, the tears starting to form in my eyes.
This was no shoulder wound. This was serious. This was fatal. . .
"Is Emily – " He tried to ask me.
"She's okay," I answered, knowing what the question was before he could finish asking. "She's okay thanks to you, Bos. I can't even start to tell you. . . just. . . thanks."
He smiled weakly at me, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. His chest was only rising about once every thirty seconds by the time I finally heard the medics rushing up to help him.
I continued holding his hand, and gave it a little squeeze of reassurance as they placed him on the backboard.
"Tell Ma. . . tell her I'm sorry I broke. . . my promise."
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TBC