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A/N: Fwoosh...yeah...not much to say... enjoy the chapter and review please.
Brennan walked purposefully down the street, heading to the place where Shane was last seen. He had every intention of killing the man who had hurt the girl he loved. A car screeched past him in the direction of the hospital and Brennan caught sight of Shane behind the wheel. "Shit!" Brennan exclaimed, taking off at a run back the way he had come.
Shane burst through the hospital's doors, waving his gun wildly. "Where can I find Shalimar Fox!?" He barked, grabbing a nurse by the throat and holding her in front of him, his gun at her temple. Everyone backed a few paces away and remained silent. Jesse and Lexa shoved their way through the frightened crowd and burst unexpectedly into the cleared floor space before Shane. "YOU!" Shane screamed, waving his gun at them. "You tell me where I can find Ms. Fox or I'll blow this fucking nurses brains out!" The young woman whimpered and cringed.
"Please," she begged, but he shook her roughly.
"Shut the fuck up!" Shane screamed, ramming the gun back into her temple.
"Hey!" Jesse called, getting his attention. "You leave her the hell alone or we won't tell you anything!"
"You don't get to make the ultimatum's here freak! I'm gonna finish what I started! I'm gonna kill Brennan from the inside out, starting with that feral bitch!"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you need to chill." Jesse hastily covered up Shalimar's secret. "I know your sanity level isn't that of normal people, but this is ridiculous. Shalimar isn't a mutant!"
"YES! SHE! IS!" Shane shouted, only deepening people's belief that he was a raving lunatic. Not a single person in that room believed that Shalimar Fox was a mutant.
"You're not gonna get out of here. There are police surrounding the building. Just let her go." Lexa said, taking a step forward. She froze when Shane cocked the gun and pushed it against the nurses' temple. Brennan burst through the door then, breathing heavily and grasping his shoulder. Shane flung the nurse into a doctor's arms and grabbed Lexa before she had the chance to jump out of his reach.
"LEXA!" Jesse shouted and leapt forward, lines of concern etched on his brow.
"Ah, ah, ah," Shane tutted, ramming the gun into Lexa's side. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jesse stood stalk still, afraid that if he moved, he'd kill Lexa.
"Let her go, you son of a bitch." Brennan growled. He prowled around the cleared circle, never taking his eyes off of Shane.
"I rather think not. See, as long as I have her, you won't touch me." Shane grinned. Lexa looked like she was about three seconds from snapping. She looked at Jesse, her plan showing clearly in her eyes. 'NO' Jesse mouthed, shaking his head, fear for her visible in his eyes. She looked at him seriously, nodded once. 'Be Careful,' he mouthed, she nodded again.
"What're you moving for bitch?!" Shane snarled ramming the gun harder into her ribs; she winced when she heard something crack and her breathing became hard. She gritted her teeth, growled and rammed her elbow into his stomach, making him loosen his hold. She spun out of his grasp and fell into Jesse's waiting arms. He held her tight, supporting her. She held her side, gasping painfully. Brennan leapt on Brennan growling like a tiger, slamming his fists into his face.
"You okay?" He asked, frowning. He leaned down and inspected the bruise quickly forming on her ribs.
"Broke my ribs, that bastard," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Okay, come on, I'll get you a doctor." He glanced back at Brennan, pummeling the shit out of Shane. A smile twitched on his lips as he got a nearby doctor's attention to tend to Lexa.
Brennan punched Shane viciously, hard and fast and relentless. Blood streamed from Shane's nose and a split lip. Brennan had him by the throat and was choking and punching him at the same time and his knees pinned down Shane's hands. "You son! Of a bitch! I'm gonna! Fuck you up! I told you! Not to touch her!" He emphasized his words with swift punches. "You should! Have stayed! In jail!" In his rage he didn't see Shane's hand grappling for his gun. His weakening fingers closed around it and slowly pulled it towards him. Brennan stopped hitting him and prepared to snap his neck. Just as he broke Shane's neck, the convict brought up the gun, and fired. His dead hands falling, the bullet punched through his chest, less than an inch from his heart, then out the other side, burying itself in the ceiling. Because of the force of the bullet, Brennan was lifted bodily off of Shane and sailed backwards, blood flying through the air, and he landed sprawled on his back.
"BRENNAN!" Jesse shouted, shoving screaming people out of the way and dropping onto his knees beside his fallen companion. "Oh God, no." He breathed; his hands shook as he laid them over the large bullet hole in Brennan's chest.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Do you hate me yet? What can I say, I like drama... oh well, you'll deal. Oh yeah, and there'll be a sequel to this one too!! Yay for my muses and their stories with impending sequels!!