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Chris, Leon and Miriam wandered the lower level of Umbrella, Chris had problems concentrating, always thinking about his little sister way down below them battling who the hell knows what! Leon, took over point and let Chris take the back, Miriam stayed in the middle of them both always vigilant with her desert eagle.
"There seems to be some power generators for the lower levels," whispered Leon, he glanced down at the map and then behind him, "If we plant one of the C4 then we can blow this part sky high."
Chris nodded moving up just next to him; he gazed at the map and said nothing other than walk up to the generator door. His hand hovered gently over the metal handle. He took a deep breath and pushed it open.
"What's wrong?" called Leon.
"Damn blasted thing is locked."
Miriam sighed, "Move over boys," she said.
Chris glanced back and ducked away, Miriam aimed her gun, steadied her aim, closed one eye and fired twice. She moved in front and kicked the door in, "Done and done," she smiled.
She stood still, "Well?" said Leon.
Miriam grabbed for the door and pulled it shut, "Err, we have a tiny problem," she said, "There seems to be population of zombies living in there." The door tugged from her grip, Leon ran up behind and held onto her hands pulling the door shut.
Chris paced back and forth, he stopped, "How many?"
Miriam rolled her eyes back, "Hmm, I don't know. Does the word 'population' fit it?"
"Ok," said Chris, "This is what I want you to do. I want you to open the door and run as fast as you can behind me while I throw this," he held up his grenade, "in there."
Leon glanced at Miriam, Miriam glanced at Leon, "Ok," they said.
"On my count," Chris held onto the pin very gently, he squeezed his hand round the small bomb, "One. Two. Three!"
Miriam and Leon let go running back down to the hall; Chris wasted no time and pulled the pin throwing the small canister into the horde of zombies. Before they even had a chance the bomb blew thrusting them down and into the wall.
"Is everyone alive?" called Leon huddled in a ball.
Miriam stood up rubbing the back of her head, "I'm not sure," she winced.
Leon laughed lightly at her, "Baby," he teased.
She frowned, "Shut up Leon." She held her glasses in her hands, she moved them to the light and swore. They were practically broken.
"Can it you two!"
They both turned round, "I thought all of you were dead," called Chris, he was up in seconds hand wrapped around his weapon.
Baker smiled, "Chris Redfield. We're heard so much about you. What a disappointment."
Chris smirked, "Always happy to please."
The two H.C.F men aimed their guns at them, "If I was you Redfield don't try anything stupid you'll just get yourself killed."
He didn't let his hand down, nor did Leon or Miriam, "Three against two," Leon said.
Baker turned to him, "My so you can count, but we have much more powerful weapons than you. So please drop the guns."
"Fuck you," Miriam said through her teeth. Her hands were getting cold and very white due to the pressure of her hold. Her face scrunched up as she glared into the H.C.F soldier.
Baker smiled towards her, he glazed down her body observing her uniform, "A nurse," he stated, "So you survived our little adventure."
She stepped forward offended by his remark, Leon grabbed her arm and stopped her, "Miriam he's baiting you. Don't let him."
She glanced back at Leon, her eyes were filled with hurt, "I know Leon, I know."
"So the nurse has some life left in her," he laughed, "You grew up quite quickly, shows how tough you are."
Miriam clenched her teeth trying the best to her ability to suppress her growing anger. But it was a futile attempt, her body was tense, her heart was a racing horse too far out to be stop, she wanted blood for those you died. She only had eyes for the man mocking her and those you died needlessly by his hands. Before anything she gripped the trigger pulling it back releasing a bullet. The small round object flew through the air cutting it as if it was nothing; it zoomed inches from Baker's head. His comrade stepped forward, but he stopped him, "So you have balls," he smirked, "It's nice to see the victim turning into a fighter."
Miriam stepped up, hand still wrapped around the metal gun, her green eyes were dark. She was filled to the brim with rage and hatred, "Anger is a funny thing," she said, "You don't want to fuck with it."
"No," he said, "I don't believe you should, however anger can also become stupidity. Don't you think nurse?"
Her eyes widened, she looked down at her left arm.
Red.
Blood was flowing from her arm, she stumbled back glaring in disbelief, "Anger is a powerful emotion, used with skill it can be turned into a deadly weapon," he turned his head to the side watching Miriam closely, he observed her blood spreading out from the wound and into her white sleeve. The blood looked so deep than it really was, "You see, you have no skill, anger yes, but no skill. And it is why you are bleeding and not me."
Leon came up behind her grabbing a hold of her waist; he gently lowered her to the floor. Miriam sat on the cold ground watching her body expel her vital blood. The pain ached down her arm, it pained deeply to move. But that wasn't bothering her; she couldn't understand how he shot her. She looked up at the smiling bastard, she couldn't hear anything other than the beat of her heart, like a rabbit being chased by crazed dogs, it knew it wouldn't make it alive.
"Miriam?" called Leon.
She heard him slightly from the loud sounds from her chest, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. She licked her lips, her face was pale, her eyes still dark and very distant. She glanced at Leon; he held such worry over his face, that she didn't want him to have.
"Miriam?" he called again, but he knew he wasn't getting through.
Chris was glancing from time to time at Baker and Miriam. Sweat ran down his face, "Is she alright?" he commanded.
Leon shook his head, "I don't know!"
Baker laughed out loud breaking the silence, "She's in shock. The poor baby, so she really doesn't have balls."
Leon snapped glaring at the soldier in rage, "SHUT UP!" He quickly took off his shirt ripping long strips of material. His long muscular arms gleamed under the white light. His tank top covered the rest of his body, but from the tightness it was apparent he worked out a lot.
Miriam smiled to herself; in so much pain, losing so much blood and not to mention the shitty situation they were in she seemed to place her mind in a different place. However looking at Leon helped think of other things than the pain.
His right arm wrapped around her waist pulling her into the curve of his body. He gently sat next to her and pulled back her sleeve. She flinched slightly suddenly thrown back into reality.
"Sorry," Leon whispered near her ear, "Bear with me."
She nodded her head unable to bring herself to speak.
"Whatcha gonna do Chris?" spoke Baker, "Two against one."
Chris smirked, "Don't you mean two against two?"
He shook his head, "You all would be dead by the time he," he glanced at Leon, "reaches for the gun. I don't think nurse could do anything with that nasty gunshot wound," he sniggered the last in spite of her.
What he was saying couldn't affect her any more; her mind was too occupied by the vast amount of blood flowing from her arm. Leon's fingers were cool at the tips; he gently wiped the blood away, but failing at the same time.
"Pressure," she whispered.
He looked into her face, "Pressure," she repeated, "Put pressure on the wound."
He nodded his head returning to her arm, he took a deep breath and pressed a bundle of cloth over her wound. Miriam eyes closed up tight, her other hand grabbed his arm squeezing him as hard as possible. He bore with her as the pain passed by. She let go of him as well as sagging slightly back against him, "Let's not do that again."
Leon smiled, "I need to cover the wound or it will bleed."
She frowned glazing at her arm; cold sweat ran down her forehead. Leon looked at her, she was getting pale, it was the blood too much of it was flowing down her arm and onto the floor. She quickly glanced at him and gave a faint smile, "You must think I'm a real baby."
He shook his head slightly, "Nope, I don't."
"That's good to know," she whispered, "Well if you need to cover it, this is the best time to do it before I wimp out."
He laughed quietly, "Not you Miriam, not you." He gently grip a long piece of cloth and put it under the arm, "At least the bullet isn't in your arm," he only spoke to keep her mind off the pain, but it wasn't helping at all. He wrapped the material round her wound and tied it. Miriam released a high sound from her mouth; he looked up and saw her entire face scrunched up in pain. He wrapped the material around her arm once more and tied it firmly.
Miriam sagged back puffing rapidly; he touched her forehead feeling the coolness of her. He didn't like it one bit, she smiled, "Don't worry so much," she paused sitting up, "At least I'm not dead."
"Well not yet," she looked up only coming face to face with Baker.
She frowned, "Oh it's you."
"My I pity the patients that have you for a nurse," he said.
Miriam ignored him only to reach up for Leon's hand. He wrapped an arm round her and helped her up, "Thanks Leon," she smiled.
"Would you two please stop flirting," Chris fumed; Miriam blushed and stepped away from Leon's side.
"So it's a stand off," Baker mocked.
"It doesn't take a genius."
Baker frowned, "No. It doesn't. However it's still an advantage for us."
Miriam placed her hand in her pocket; her fingers suddenly come in contact with a cool hard object. He glanced down in her pocket and saw it, the grenade Claire gave her; she watched Baker and his comrade careful. Baker was on high alert, but the other didn't seem to notice her move. She took a deep breath and glanced at Leon, he looked too serious. He stared at the armed men with wide eyes. She could sense his worry, not only within his face and eyes, but in the way he held himself. He looked like a cat ready to move or act when the time came.
Miriam decided in those few minutes to act out her mind. She stepped up closer to Baker. He glared from the corner of his eye to her, "Don't be a hero nurse. You'll just end up dead."
Leon shifted as if to grab her, she shook her head pulling out the round canister, "Are you sure?"
Baker turned round fully glaring into the young woman's determined face, "You don't have the balls too."
"Don't tempt fate."
"Miriam!" called Chris and Leon. She turned to them and smiled, her hand gripped round the canister, her finger played gently with the dangling pin. One tug and they would all become nothing but blood on the floor.
"Get away," she called to them.
They weren't moving, she sighed, "Get out of here," her voice wasn't that pleasant sound anymore. She didn't sound herself at all.
Chris aimed the gun out to the H.C.F soldiers but backed up slowly. Baker didn't do anything, the nurse looked more than capable of blowing them sky high. However he prayed that she was bluffing.
"I don't scare easy," she whispered sensing the arrogance in his eyes.
His eyebrows rose, "I didn't think so nurse."
"Miriam?" Leon said, she bent her head slightly and sighed.
"When we get out of here let's go on a date," she smiled.
It was a mask.
She didn't want to believe what she was about to do.
Leon's face softened, he only wished that her words would come true, but she looked so determined to release the pin that the only thing he could do was play along. He smiled, "That's a sure thing Miriam."
She laughed quietly looking into his eyes, tears ran down her cheeks, "I'll be looking forward to it Leon," her voice was quiet, soft and he could almost feel it along his skin like silky cherry blossom petals.
Chris moved closer, "Leon," one simple word and he was gone, he didn't look back just in case he would see her pain filled eyes. He ran as quickly as possible into the generator room.
The door closed with a loud bang, shaking up Miriam. She wiped the tears from her face and frowned at Baker.
"Well? Are you going to? Or not?"
"Patience is a virtue," she said.
"Not mine."
"Yeah I wouldn't except that from a murdering bastard!"
He laughed, "It's in the job description."
She lunged forward controlled by pure rage, "Te boy a matar hijo de puta!" she screamed.
Baker threw his assault rifle down in matter of seconds as the crazed woman moved towards him. He grabbed her pinning her arms together, "It looks like I win!" he sneered by her ear. His huge hands squeezed her wounded arm, he had no mercy for her and he wanted her to feel more and more pain. She cried out as his stuck his finger into the wound pushing in the material, "How I love your cries nurse," he laughed.
Miriam calmed down; she used that pain and tried to turn it into a need to achieve vengeance. Survive was out of the loop for her, she knew it and all that did matter for her was to kill the murdering bastard. She began to laugh as if all this didn't matter anymore; she yanked from him gaining one arm free and swung her elbow into his face.
"Not in this life time." She ran from his released grip away from them, the young cadet aimed his gun firing. Miriam had seconds to think and so she pulled the pin throwing the grenade up in the air and faraway from her, "This is for everyone that died by your hands!" she screamed in a crazed laugh, "Dale recuerdo al Diablo!"
A bullet shattered into her stomach, she froze bring her hands to meet her eyes, blood dripped from her fingers to the dirty floor. Her body wavered within her spot and she fell to the ground in what felt like slow motion.
The canister was falling towards them so slowly, it seems that they had all of eternity to run away from it. But Baker would only fail in his escape; even if they tried they would still die.
Miriam gasped as her body hit the floor; she lay on her side watching the red puddle form around her.
She closed her eyes letting death embrace her, she smiled and sighed. Her body relaxed and the pain in her gut and arm seemed to vanish.
Her only regret was not seeing Leon again...or even telling him how she really felt.
Her lips parted and she whispered his name quietly to herself as if it was going to make everything better. Her silent tears mingled with her pool of blood. She sighed once again and thought only about him.
She stared at the end of the hall out towards the far door; Leon was behind it alive, she was happy about that. She closed her eyes once more and whispered, "Good...bye..."
Kitana- God bless you Miriam! *Wipes tears away* I hope you liked that people...cos I did!
Chris, Leon and Miriam wandered the lower level of Umbrella, Chris had problems concentrating, always thinking about his little sister way down below them battling who the hell knows what! Leon, took over point and let Chris take the back, Miriam stayed in the middle of them both always vigilant with her desert eagle.
"There seems to be some power generators for the lower levels," whispered Leon, he glanced down at the map and then behind him, "If we plant one of the C4 then we can blow this part sky high."
Chris nodded moving up just next to him; he gazed at the map and said nothing other than walk up to the generator door. His hand hovered gently over the metal handle. He took a deep breath and pushed it open.
"What's wrong?" called Leon.
"Damn blasted thing is locked."
Miriam sighed, "Move over boys," she said.
Chris glanced back and ducked away, Miriam aimed her gun, steadied her aim, closed one eye and fired twice. She moved in front and kicked the door in, "Done and done," she smiled.
She stood still, "Well?" said Leon.
Miriam grabbed for the door and pulled it shut, "Err, we have a tiny problem," she said, "There seems to be population of zombies living in there." The door tugged from her grip, Leon ran up behind and held onto her hands pulling the door shut.
Chris paced back and forth, he stopped, "How many?"
Miriam rolled her eyes back, "Hmm, I don't know. Does the word 'population' fit it?"
"Ok," said Chris, "This is what I want you to do. I want you to open the door and run as fast as you can behind me while I throw this," he held up his grenade, "in there."
Leon glanced at Miriam, Miriam glanced at Leon, "Ok," they said.
"On my count," Chris held onto the pin very gently, he squeezed his hand round the small bomb, "One. Two. Three!"
Miriam and Leon let go running back down to the hall; Chris wasted no time and pulled the pin throwing the small canister into the horde of zombies. Before they even had a chance the bomb blew thrusting them down and into the wall.
"Is everyone alive?" called Leon huddled in a ball.
Miriam stood up rubbing the back of her head, "I'm not sure," she winced.
Leon laughed lightly at her, "Baby," he teased.
She frowned, "Shut up Leon." She held her glasses in her hands, she moved them to the light and swore. They were practically broken.
"Can it you two!"
They both turned round, "I thought all of you were dead," called Chris, he was up in seconds hand wrapped around his weapon.
Baker smiled, "Chris Redfield. We're heard so much about you. What a disappointment."
Chris smirked, "Always happy to please."
The two H.C.F men aimed their guns at them, "If I was you Redfield don't try anything stupid you'll just get yourself killed."
He didn't let his hand down, nor did Leon or Miriam, "Three against two," Leon said.
Baker turned to him, "My so you can count, but we have much more powerful weapons than you. So please drop the guns."
"Fuck you," Miriam said through her teeth. Her hands were getting cold and very white due to the pressure of her hold. Her face scrunched up as she glared into the H.C.F soldier.
Baker smiled towards her, he glazed down her body observing her uniform, "A nurse," he stated, "So you survived our little adventure."
She stepped forward offended by his remark, Leon grabbed her arm and stopped her, "Miriam he's baiting you. Don't let him."
She glanced back at Leon, her eyes were filled with hurt, "I know Leon, I know."
"So the nurse has some life left in her," he laughed, "You grew up quite quickly, shows how tough you are."
Miriam clenched her teeth trying the best to her ability to suppress her growing anger. But it was a futile attempt, her body was tense, her heart was a racing horse too far out to be stop, she wanted blood for those you died. She only had eyes for the man mocking her and those you died needlessly by his hands. Before anything she gripped the trigger pulling it back releasing a bullet. The small round object flew through the air cutting it as if it was nothing; it zoomed inches from Baker's head. His comrade stepped forward, but he stopped him, "So you have balls," he smirked, "It's nice to see the victim turning into a fighter."
Miriam stepped up, hand still wrapped around the metal gun, her green eyes were dark. She was filled to the brim with rage and hatred, "Anger is a funny thing," she said, "You don't want to fuck with it."
"No," he said, "I don't believe you should, however anger can also become stupidity. Don't you think nurse?"
Her eyes widened, she looked down at her left arm.
Red.
Blood was flowing from her arm, she stumbled back glaring in disbelief, "Anger is a powerful emotion, used with skill it can be turned into a deadly weapon," he turned his head to the side watching Miriam closely, he observed her blood spreading out from the wound and into her white sleeve. The blood looked so deep than it really was, "You see, you have no skill, anger yes, but no skill. And it is why you are bleeding and not me."
Leon came up behind her grabbing a hold of her waist; he gently lowered her to the floor. Miriam sat on the cold ground watching her body expel her vital blood. The pain ached down her arm, it pained deeply to move. But that wasn't bothering her; she couldn't understand how he shot her. She looked up at the smiling bastard, she couldn't hear anything other than the beat of her heart, like a rabbit being chased by crazed dogs, it knew it wouldn't make it alive.
"Miriam?" called Leon.
She heard him slightly from the loud sounds from her chest, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. She licked her lips, her face was pale, her eyes still dark and very distant. She glanced at Leon; he held such worry over his face, that she didn't want him to have.
"Miriam?" he called again, but he knew he wasn't getting through.
Chris was glancing from time to time at Baker and Miriam. Sweat ran down his face, "Is she alright?" he commanded.
Leon shook his head, "I don't know!"
Baker laughed out loud breaking the silence, "She's in shock. The poor baby, so she really doesn't have balls."
Leon snapped glaring at the soldier in rage, "SHUT UP!" He quickly took off his shirt ripping long strips of material. His long muscular arms gleamed under the white light. His tank top covered the rest of his body, but from the tightness it was apparent he worked out a lot.
Miriam smiled to herself; in so much pain, losing so much blood and not to mention the shitty situation they were in she seemed to place her mind in a different place. However looking at Leon helped think of other things than the pain.
His right arm wrapped around her waist pulling her into the curve of his body. He gently sat next to her and pulled back her sleeve. She flinched slightly suddenly thrown back into reality.
"Sorry," Leon whispered near her ear, "Bear with me."
She nodded her head unable to bring herself to speak.
"Whatcha gonna do Chris?" spoke Baker, "Two against one."
Chris smirked, "Don't you mean two against two?"
He shook his head, "You all would be dead by the time he," he glanced at Leon, "reaches for the gun. I don't think nurse could do anything with that nasty gunshot wound," he sniggered the last in spite of her.
What he was saying couldn't affect her any more; her mind was too occupied by the vast amount of blood flowing from her arm. Leon's fingers were cool at the tips; he gently wiped the blood away, but failing at the same time.
"Pressure," she whispered.
He looked into her face, "Pressure," she repeated, "Put pressure on the wound."
He nodded his head returning to her arm, he took a deep breath and pressed a bundle of cloth over her wound. Miriam eyes closed up tight, her other hand grabbed his arm squeezing him as hard as possible. He bore with her as the pain passed by. She let go of him as well as sagging slightly back against him, "Let's not do that again."
Leon smiled, "I need to cover the wound or it will bleed."
She frowned glazing at her arm; cold sweat ran down her forehead. Leon looked at her, she was getting pale, it was the blood too much of it was flowing down her arm and onto the floor. She quickly glanced at him and gave a faint smile, "You must think I'm a real baby."
He shook his head slightly, "Nope, I don't."
"That's good to know," she whispered, "Well if you need to cover it, this is the best time to do it before I wimp out."
He laughed quietly, "Not you Miriam, not you." He gently grip a long piece of cloth and put it under the arm, "At least the bullet isn't in your arm," he only spoke to keep her mind off the pain, but it wasn't helping at all. He wrapped the material round her wound and tied it. Miriam released a high sound from her mouth; he looked up and saw her entire face scrunched up in pain. He wrapped the material around her arm once more and tied it firmly.
Miriam sagged back puffing rapidly; he touched her forehead feeling the coolness of her. He didn't like it one bit, she smiled, "Don't worry so much," she paused sitting up, "At least I'm not dead."
"Well not yet," she looked up only coming face to face with Baker.
She frowned, "Oh it's you."
"My I pity the patients that have you for a nurse," he said.
Miriam ignored him only to reach up for Leon's hand. He wrapped an arm round her and helped her up, "Thanks Leon," she smiled.
"Would you two please stop flirting," Chris fumed; Miriam blushed and stepped away from Leon's side.
"So it's a stand off," Baker mocked.
"It doesn't take a genius."
Baker frowned, "No. It doesn't. However it's still an advantage for us."
Miriam placed her hand in her pocket; her fingers suddenly come in contact with a cool hard object. He glanced down in her pocket and saw it, the grenade Claire gave her; she watched Baker and his comrade careful. Baker was on high alert, but the other didn't seem to notice her move. She took a deep breath and glanced at Leon, he looked too serious. He stared at the armed men with wide eyes. She could sense his worry, not only within his face and eyes, but in the way he held himself. He looked like a cat ready to move or act when the time came.
Miriam decided in those few minutes to act out her mind. She stepped up closer to Baker. He glared from the corner of his eye to her, "Don't be a hero nurse. You'll just end up dead."
Leon shifted as if to grab her, she shook her head pulling out the round canister, "Are you sure?"
Baker turned round fully glaring into the young woman's determined face, "You don't have the balls too."
"Don't tempt fate."
"Miriam!" called Chris and Leon. She turned to them and smiled, her hand gripped round the canister, her finger played gently with the dangling pin. One tug and they would all become nothing but blood on the floor.
"Get away," she called to them.
They weren't moving, she sighed, "Get out of here," her voice wasn't that pleasant sound anymore. She didn't sound herself at all.
Chris aimed the gun out to the H.C.F soldiers but backed up slowly. Baker didn't do anything, the nurse looked more than capable of blowing them sky high. However he prayed that she was bluffing.
"I don't scare easy," she whispered sensing the arrogance in his eyes.
His eyebrows rose, "I didn't think so nurse."
"Miriam?" Leon said, she bent her head slightly and sighed.
"When we get out of here let's go on a date," she smiled.
It was a mask.
She didn't want to believe what she was about to do.
Leon's face softened, he only wished that her words would come true, but she looked so determined to release the pin that the only thing he could do was play along. He smiled, "That's a sure thing Miriam."
She laughed quietly looking into his eyes, tears ran down her cheeks, "I'll be looking forward to it Leon," her voice was quiet, soft and he could almost feel it along his skin like silky cherry blossom petals.
Chris moved closer, "Leon," one simple word and he was gone, he didn't look back just in case he would see her pain filled eyes. He ran as quickly as possible into the generator room.
The door closed with a loud bang, shaking up Miriam. She wiped the tears from her face and frowned at Baker.
"Well? Are you going to? Or not?"
"Patience is a virtue," she said.
"Not mine."
"Yeah I wouldn't except that from a murdering bastard!"
He laughed, "It's in the job description."
She lunged forward controlled by pure rage, "Te boy a matar hijo de puta!" she screamed.
Baker threw his assault rifle down in matter of seconds as the crazed woman moved towards him. He grabbed her pinning her arms together, "It looks like I win!" he sneered by her ear. His huge hands squeezed her wounded arm, he had no mercy for her and he wanted her to feel more and more pain. She cried out as his stuck his finger into the wound pushing in the material, "How I love your cries nurse," he laughed.
Miriam calmed down; she used that pain and tried to turn it into a need to achieve vengeance. Survive was out of the loop for her, she knew it and all that did matter for her was to kill the murdering bastard. She began to laugh as if all this didn't matter anymore; she yanked from him gaining one arm free and swung her elbow into his face.
"Not in this life time." She ran from his released grip away from them, the young cadet aimed his gun firing. Miriam had seconds to think and so she pulled the pin throwing the grenade up in the air and faraway from her, "This is for everyone that died by your hands!" she screamed in a crazed laugh, "Dale recuerdo al Diablo!"
A bullet shattered into her stomach, she froze bring her hands to meet her eyes, blood dripped from her fingers to the dirty floor. Her body wavered within her spot and she fell to the ground in what felt like slow motion.
The canister was falling towards them so slowly, it seems that they had all of eternity to run away from it. But Baker would only fail in his escape; even if they tried they would still die.
Miriam gasped as her body hit the floor; she lay on her side watching the red puddle form around her.
She closed her eyes letting death embrace her, she smiled and sighed. Her body relaxed and the pain in her gut and arm seemed to vanish.
Her only regret was not seeing Leon again...or even telling him how she really felt.
Her lips parted and she whispered his name quietly to herself as if it was going to make everything better. Her silent tears mingled with her pool of blood. She sighed once again and thought only about him.
She stared at the end of the hall out towards the far door; Leon was behind it alive, she was happy about that. She closed her eyes once more and whispered, "Good...bye..."
Kitana- God bless you Miriam! *Wipes tears away* I hope you liked that people...cos I did!