Disclaimer: Don't own Lost, therefore, don't sue.
Spoilers: Up to The Hunting Party
A/N: Because I guess you could say I'm still a little bit bitter over what happened to Shannon. Jack's PoV, The Hunting Party, AU.
He feels the warmth of her blood on his face before he even hears the gun shot.
A clean shot through the base of her throat, out her right temple, he sees her shoulders slump and her head falls back, like a rag doll, her face stained with dirt and tears and her eyes still wide in terror.
Blood pours down her neck, stains the plum colored shirt until the fabric's almost black—her very blood a mixture of black and crimson beneath the torch light. He thinks he hears Sawyer lift his own gun and than Kate's falling forward, knees bending, back arched, head falling, limbs dead weights at her side and he reaches out to catch her.
Supposed to be the miracle worker, supposed to fix everything.
His lips burn and his eyes are dry and Kate is a limp bundle of nerves and flesh in his arms and nothing more.
She's dead.
There's little after that. The sight of Sawyer's broken face as he kneels besides them, Locke's silence, the flickering torch lights in the distance.
There is the smell of gun powder on her skin and a copper tang on his lips and blood, so much blood—on his face, his neck, his shirt.
Blood everywhere but his hands.
End
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