One last bullet

by Tobeornotobe

[WA3] Jet had always felt cold. Even on the hottest days, he felt cold. It wasn’t a nice feeling, but he had gotten used to it. He had hated everyone and everything. But now, as he carried Virginia, half dead, in his hands, he felt warm.

2. Chapter two

Chapter two – One last bullet

Jet remembered it had been just that morning. Virginia had politely offered to do the grocery shopping for Catherine, Clive's wife.

She had dragged him there too. He wasn't very pleased about it. They had come out the store, each carrying a big bag of groceries. She had set her bag on the ground, eyes glowing with excitement. Leaning forward towards him, whispering, like what she was about to tell him was a great big secret. A ruin she wanted to explore. Not far away, she had said. She didn't want to tell the others. It would bother Clive when he was spending some hard earned time with his family. She threw her head back and laughed. It was a laugh from deep inside her. He had always found that laugh annoying. Gallows would just get in the way, she said as she laughed.

Jet tried to stop the big grin from creeping across his face as he remembered her laugh. He didn't know why but, her laugh didn't annoy him so much anymore.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain that he felt all over in his body. He looked over at Virginia, her eyelashes brushing her soft white skin. It was then, for first time that he had been traveling with her; he noticed how pretty she looked. Like a sleeping angel.

He feared for her life. He looked around. Their horses had wondered off. He reached inside his pocket. No call whistle. He hadn't thought to bring one. They were only going shopping after all.

He heaved himself off the ground. He was aching all over. He knelt down and gently lifted Virginia up, cradling her in his arms as if she was a little child. He walked off in the way he thought they had come from.

They walked through a small village, well more of a hamlet. Three houses in a row. A young man who was walking about saw them, and ran up to them. The concern clearly showing on his face. "Do you need some help he asked?" Jet scowled "no. Were fine" he said, even though they were clearly not fine. Jet pushed past the young man "go away" The man shook his head "No" he pushed jet, still carrying Virginia, on to a barrel out side one of the houses. Jet was too weak to resist.

(More action and less romance coming in later chapters, I promise)