Chapter Three – One last Bullet
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Jet rolled over on to his side, weak and tired, he quickly fell asleep. Traveling would have to begin in the morning.
Clive stood outside the spare room impatiently. He was sure Virginia was alright. And he trusted she would be able to look after Jet incase anything happened. But still... Jet... he was so untrustworthy. If anything happened to Virginia, could he count on him to help her? He was selfish, not to mention naïve.
He closed his eyes and remembered back... it was at Gunner's heaven. They had stayed the night there. Jet had wondered off while everyone was finishing breakfast.
Jet had some how found his way into the 'immoral' Duke's Library.
Clive, Gallows and Virginia had found him there, clutching a book in one hand, staring at one page, looking completely bemused.
He didn't turn around to see them, but he spoke to them when he heard them enter, one finger pointing to a paragraph on the page. They had leaned over his shoulder, interested to see what could have him so confused. Silence. Virginia's cheeks turned rose petal red, covering her mouth with one of her hands, to muffle her giggles. Gallows couldn't stop himself from laughing.
Their gaze fell on Clive. Still laughing, whispering among each other.
Clive looked down towards his feet. He looked up again and smiled, a smile he would use when talking to his little daughter "Well Jet..." he began
Jet's face turned red, half with embarrassment, and half with anger. "Why are you all laughing? Stop looking at me like that! Shut up!! Go away! I don't want to know anyway!" He snapped the book shut
Clive propped up his glasses and continued "When two people love each other very much..."
He laughed as he remembered. He knocked on the spare room door. "Hurry up!"
Pushing the door open, Clive entered the room again. The light had been turned off and gallows had pulled the bedcovers back over his head and turned on his side. Clive tapped his foot on the floorboards angrily.
Virginia opened one eye. She groaned and pulled her self up into a sitting position. She looked down to see herself in the coils of a huge serpent. She looked up at the tree, which seemed to have transformed it's self over night. It was now bigger then anything she had ever seen before. With branches meters long. Nestled in its lush green leaves where bunches of fruit.
Virginia, delirious, and near death, didn't even slightly afraid as one of the Serpent's two head's, raised and opened it's mouth, fangs dripping with venom. She smiled.
Jet looking up at the tree, looking down at the bright green grass under his feet. Curious, he stood up, stepping around the tree's wide trunk.
He paused in shock. Virginia, The serpent. He couldn't fight it. It would be better to run. It wouldn't notice him, while it was distracted with her.
At heart Jet was a coward, selfish. He would rather live to see another day, then to fight for someone else.
A feeling crept up inside Jet. It was admiration, at how good his plan to get away was, and yet, it was self loathing, at what he was prepared to let happen.