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Chapter 24

John waited in the hallway outside her room till almost two in the morning, he was waiting for her family to finally leave so he could go inside and stay with them, close to them. He wanted to be as close to them as possible for however long as possible. He knew he would be leaving, he doubted she would tell him to stay, he knew Natalie, she wouldn't come right out and ask him to stay, if she did she would regret putting that kind of pressure on him and the truth was.. He felt he needed to do this.

He walked into the room, she was sound asleep and she looked so peaceful, content with their son sleeping half on her chest, half on the bed. John walked closer and touched Aiden's head, he moved the hair that was in front of his forehead back and he kissed his forehead. He looked over at Natalie and he moved his hand over to her cheek, he touched it for a minute and saw her stir so he removed it. She didn't wake and he took a seat in the chair next to the bed. Within a few minutes he was sound asleep.

John slept in the chair next to her bed for a few hours when he was awoken by a noise, he turned around to see Henry in the hall fighting with someone, he got up quickly out of the chair and started to walk outside into the hall when he saw who it was, it was Darren, he was here in the hospital.

John quickly made his way out into the hall and pulled out his gun. As he approached he saw that Darren was holding something pointed at Henry. It was a gun, small and usually reserved for a woman. Smirking at the thought he accidentally bumped his foot on a passing cart and Darren started. John cursed as Darren quickly grabbed Henry, spun him around and pressed the gun to his temple, using the other man as a human shield.

Holding his gun level and aiming it at Darren John said, his voice cold and harsh showing he meant business, "Drop it Darren! Just give me a reason, please."

Darren trembled with fury. This, this cop had gotten the best of him yet again! The only thing to do now was to run. The election be damned, it meant nothing now anyway. Holding Henry as close as he could shielding himself incase John decided to fire he slowly backed out of the hospital.

John could see the other man was terrified but he still was holding together. He was trying to say something with his eyes but John didn't understand what. He shook his head slightly and Henry mouthed something. John caught it this time. Henry was saying "Shoot him" John understood what Henry was asking and shook his head "No" Henry said it again, pleading with his eyes not to let Darren go.

They were getting very close to the door and John still couldn't get a clean shot nurses were screaming and someone had called for Bo. Just as Darren dragged Henry to the door John knew he couldn't let Darren out of there or he would never be found so, taking a deep breath and doing exactly what Henry had asked, John took his shot. He hit Henry in the upper arm causing to stumble and cry out in pain. Darren however was also hit, only a graze really, and he shouted in pain. Shoving Henry forcefully at John he took off at a run. John steadied Henry looked around briefly to see that he got medical attention and then took off after Darren at a dead run.

Snaking his hand in his pockets he took out his car keys and hit the unlock button then the automatic start button and the car roared to life. Jumping in his car just as Darren sped from the parking lot he threw it in gear and stomped the gas, leaving a 10-foot patch of rubber behind.

The air smoky and stinking of burned rubber John tore out of the parking lot at 50 miles an hour. Quickly catching up to Darren as he exited on to the high way John attempted to position himself to attempt to force Darren off the road. Cursing Darren as he swerved and tried to ram his car John took out his gun and aimed for a tire. Rolling down the side window he carefully aimed, or as careful as he could at 90 miles an hour, then took his shot.

The tire exploded into hail of rubber confetti causing the car to swerve violently and sparks to shoot out like a deadly rain of fire. Miraculously Darren kept the car on the road and gunned the engine to an even more breakneck speed. Cursing to himself yet again John also sped up, thanking God that the highway was fairly deserted except for truck traffic. The nearest big rig was quite a ways away but at the speed they were going they would catch up quickly.

Darren clutched the wheel and had his foot pressed almost to the floor. The car shuddered and bucked as he sped down the highway, certain he would escape. Speeding up even more he put some distance between himself and John, holding the wheel in a white knuckled grip as he passed a large rig on the right hand side of the road then cut in front of it to get around another rig.

John was two-car-lengths behind as Darren began to weave dangerously between the convoy of rigs. Picking up his CB he began to talk to the truckers asking them to box the other man in but not to endanger themselves while doing so. He smiled to himself grimly as they began to box Darren in leaving him no escape. He began to frown as Darren began to look of an out. Weaving dangerously and almost clipping a rig he began to loose control of the car and was sucked under a rig.

John watched in sick fascination as Darren's car emerged on the other side, minus the top. Calling his thanks to the truckers and asking the one to stop John slowed down and called for back up and an ambulance even though he knew that Darren was most likely dead. Getting out of the car when it stopped and taking out his gun he approached the car cautiously. When he got there he almost threw up, Darren was in the car alright he was just missing his head. Turning his head to the side and gagging he saw Darren's head lying on the road some 30 feet away. Watching as a fat guy on a scooter drove past, rubbernecking, and ran over the severed head he felt a certain sick satisfaction. He wasn't sorry Darren was dead, all he felt was relief that Natalie was safe from him and that bastard would never bother her ever again.

Action scenes written and produced by:

Missy Ann(AKA White Dove)

The Queen of Pain