Jenny dropped the gun to the floor in shock. She clasped her hands to her face as she watched the blood pour out of the open wound. Jack lay there, in pain as he held his stomach, trying as hard as he could to stop the bleeding. Martha was knelt beside him, crying and trying to assure Jack that everything was going to be all right. Jack smiled at her attempt to make him feel better, but he knew that he couldn't be saved, he'd witnessed many shootings and could now easily predict the outcome, death. Jack started to doze, but he could clearly see Martha looking very upset.
"Don't..cry." He struggled to talk, as the pain was now excruciating.
"No! Please! Stay awake!" She pleaded, holding his hand tight. Jack looked down at their hands. He loved her so much and it hurt him the most knowing that they would never be able to get back together, but there was one thing he could do.
"Martha.. I..I" He took a deep breath. "I love you." Martha sat in utter shock.
"We're going to talk about this later!" She smiled! "I-" Martha stopped mid-confession when Jenny started to walk towards them, tears running down her face.
"This is YOUR fault!" She screamed. "And you're going to pay." She reached into her pocket for the gun that was now only visible to both Jack and Martha. Jack looked up at the fear across Martha's face, this couldn't be happening. It was bad enough that he was going to die, but he didn't want Martha to too. He looked at his right hand, where the gun had rolled after Jenny dropped it. He relived the memory of the girl that he shot and killed, he'd sworn that he would never shoot to kill again, but this one last time he was allowing himself to bend his rule, for Martha's sake. Two shots rang out from the pistol, slowly knocking her to the ground, one in each arm, leaving her unable to shoot or inflict more damage on either of them. Martha looked at Jack in disbelief, had he really just done that? She knew how he felt about shooting ever since the accident, so why would he do that, just for her? Jenny laid there, unconscious and slowly bleeding. Jack was both pleased and angry that Jenny would live, as a result of her madness he was now going to die, leaving Martha. As he lay there slowly bleeding to death he thought about Martha, not about his own situation. She sat there crying and nursing his wound, she had just rang the ambulance.
"I love you too" She looked into his sore, watery eyes. Jack smiled, he'd been waiting for so long to hear her say that, and now seemed to be both the best and worse moments in his short life.
"Don't be too upset, Mac." He said, kissing her hand. "Tell dad and Lucas that I love 'em! Make sure they don't think I'm soppy though. You can slip a few lies in if you like, make me sound hard." He joked, trying his best to get one smile on Martha's face.
"You can tell them!" She said, "Just stay awake and it'll all be fine! When we get to hospital I'll ring them, they can come and see you too!" Martha said, desperately trying to make Jack believe that what she was saying would happen, even if she weren't too sure that she believed it herself. She could see him slowly deteriorating in front of her, watching him suffer was horrible, she'd do anything to take that pain away from him. Jack wished what she was saying was true, but he knew it wasn't, he was losing consciousness by the second, he only had a matter of moments left, and he couldn't imagine anyone better to share them with than Martha.
"I love you Martha." He said, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Cya." He smiled at her. Martha was having none of it.
"NO! You dare!" She pleaded. "Please! Don't.." She started to hug his lifeless body, closing her eyes and wishing that everything would go back to normal, but it didn't, it got a whole lot worse. She opened her eyes to see that Jack's eyes were closed, as he lay there motionless. Tears came streaming down her face. She looked angrily over towards Jenny, who was now starting to stir. Martha gently released Jack from her grip, steadily resting his head onto the ground, and stormed over to Jenny. At first, she wanted to scream at her, maybe poke her, but then she looked at her arms. Jack hadn't shot her to kill her, he shot her purposely at the arms so that she would live, and then they could have justice, hurting her was not something that Jack would have admired, so Martha left her to wake up. Jenny looked up at her.
"Look what you've done!" She shouted up at Martha. Martha couldn't believe it.
"Me? I'm not the one that has killed Jack!" Jenny looked over at Jack's lifeless body. 'He's dead?' she thought. She felt like nearly fainting, and tried to shuffle herself over to Jack, but she couldn't due to the two bullets in her arms. She started to cry, which annoyed Martha.
"Why the hell are you crying? You did this! You and him were NOTHING! From what I gather you only had two dates, one was a blind date, the other he was forced to go on, he did it for ME. He never loved you, or liked you for that matter! It was all in your crazy little mind!" Martha screamed. Jenny listened to these hate filled words, which only built her anger up once more. Martha stood over her, looking at her in pity and anger. She knew Jenny couldn't harm her now, Jack had ensured that Martha would not get hurt the second he pulled his finger on the trigger, so now all Martha had to do was make sure that Jenny had her punishment for what she'd done, and she felt that the good old truth was the right way to go. Martha looked up as she heard the sirens from the ambulance and cop cars pull up.
"Over here!" She yelled, she could hear the ambulance pull up and the doors slam shut. "You're going to get what you deserve now Jenny." Jenny looked around. Jack was on the floor, dead, and she had shot him. There was a witness of that, Martha. Jenny thought of the first thing that popped into her head. She swung her only limbs that had the ability to move into Martha, tripping her up. She let out a scream as she fell off the side of the cliff, then a crash in the water followed around 5 seconds later. Jenny rolled herself closer to the cliff side, wincing in pain at the dirt and pressure now on her wounds, she peered over the edge. No one would survive that fall, if they didn't stop breathing half way down then they were sure to be killed due to the impact of them falling into crashing waves, or drowned by the rough tides. Jenny sighed in relief, now all she had to do was make up a story. Jack's eyes were flickering in disbelief at what he thought he'd just seen, they then rolled back as his eyes shut once more.
Chapter 30.
The paramedics rushed over to them, checking them over.
"Mike, this guy has lost alotta blood." The female paramedic said, checking around the body. "Too much blood, we need to get him to the hospital, now!" They rushed around as they loaded him into the ambulance, and set the sirens blazing whilst they drove around the corner at full speed. Jack had often woken up for brief moments in the ambulance, confused and worried about what he'd seen.
"..Where's..Martha?" He asked one of the paramedics, getting worked up.
"I think you should relax and not talk mate, let's just get you better first." The paramedic answered whilst checking the blood drips and the monitors.
"No. Tell me, where's Martha?" Jack said, getting frustrated and worried at why they weren't telling him. The ambulance crew looked at one another, as if to have a mental conversation.
"She's fine, I briefly looked at her and she will live, don't worry mate." He said. Jack relaxed and closed his eyes.
"He's out, AGAIN" The paramedic angrily said.
Back at the cliffs, another paramedic team was assisting Jenny, the police had backed down after Jenny was "too traumatized" to talk. This gave her more thinking time, but also more worrying time. When the paramedics rushed over to Jack, he was rushed into hospital, she thought that he would have been covered up or something. 'He's alive' she whispered. Her body filled with happiness as she thought about where their relationships and lives would lead if he survived.
At the hospital Jack and Jenny were both rushed into surgery. Jenny's surgery took less time, as she was not in the same state that Jack was in, this was because the bullet hadn't gone through any major organs, unlike Jack. She was shown into a cubicle, and the police went in to question her.
Jack was lying in the hospital bed, he had just regained consciousness and still had his eyes closed. He could hear the doctor talking.
"It was touch and go for a while, but we've managed to extract the bullet from his stomach, and he should hopefully wake up soon. Then we can monitor his health, the next 24 hours are the most important in his health, we'll know more tomorrow."
"Thanks." A voice mumbled, he heard footsteps enter his room, which then followed with the dragging of a chair and a hugh sigh of relief. He felt his hand being touched and a head resting next to it. 'Martha!' He thought! He used all his strength to pick up his other hand and gently stroke her head. She jumped up.
"JACK!" She said, "I'm so glad you're okay! I thought that I'd lost you." Jack's eyes shot open in reaction to the familiar voice he'd heard.
"What are you doing here?" He shouted, whipping his hand away. "Get Out!" He demanded. Jenny looked hurt and upset, she reached out for his hand again but he moved it and pressed his nurse buzzer.
"Get Out!" He yelled. The nurse came in, responding to both the buzzer and the yell. Jenny stood up.
"Fine, I'm going." She said. Jack sat there for a few minutes, thinking about what had happened on the Cliffside, how lucky he was to be alive, when it suddenly dawned on him. 'Where's Martha?' He thought. He could hear Jenny snivelling outside his private cubicle door, so he shouted her in.
"I'm so glad you decided to forgive me." She smiled, walking in.
"I haven't." Jack said sternly. "I want to know where Martha is, is she okay?" Jenny's face turned away from the usual giddy, excited expression that she usually has plastered on her face, it was now onto a pure evil look, worse than what it had been like when he first saw her with the gun, it was the same face as.. Jack got a flashback back at the Cliffside, where Jenny knocked Martha's legs and she fell off the cliff, screaming.
"JENNY! Please don't say you knocked her off that cliff!" Jack pleaded with her, he would do anything for his flashback to just be a dream.
"She kept telling me lies, like you didn't love me, and she also said that I was going to get what I deserved, what ever that means! She was the one that got what she deserves, after shooting you, then me. She was crying when she said you were dead, acting as if she really cared, like her life was over or something! Crazy loon…" Jack was stunned at what he'd just heard, he'd always had his suspicions ever since she found him at Dave's house, but now he knew for definite that she was mentally ill. "Where is she? She's not.." Jack couldn't say it, he felt saying it would make it even more real.
"Dead? Oh yes, for definite. I have a feeling she died halfway down, her scream didn't last until the crash I heard in the water, her body is probably swept away now from the large waves, so it's okay, no one will know." She winked. Jack, for the first time in years, started to cry. He cried because he was angry and frustrated at how Jenny could just talk about this, like she was in the right. But most of all, he was crying because of Martha. It was only a few hours ago that he was the one dying, and now he was alive, and Martha was dead. He couldn't think straight; memories of him and Martha were running through his head, both happy and sad. He laid there, his eyes filled with tears, and his face filled with anger. He rolled over with his back to Jenny. He couldn't face her. Every time he saw her, he was reminded of Martha's scream. He just wanted to wake up to find it has all been a nightmare, but it wasn't. He wanted to swap places with Martha; he didn't want to live his life without her. He couldn't get over the fact that he'd eventually told her his feelings, and found out that she felt the same, for her to be taken away from him. He grew angrier and angrier as he thought of how scared, upset, and alone she must have felt, just like he was feeling now. He slapped his hands to his forehead, trying to stop himself thinking, but he couldn't. He couldn't stop asking himself how he was going to live the rest of his life, without Martha.
Please go to Undercovercop 2! The sequel:D