A Falling Star

Ch 21: Dead End

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Sky was gone and now Jack.

The night was very dark. Sydney found herself prowling on the forest floor. The sea air was shaky; it must have stung her eyes, because she suddenly wiped away a tear. More came, filling her eyes.

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"Get into the car."

"The hell I will do that."

"Get in, drive."

Finally, Jack relented. There was nothing he could do now but he had an idea. "Hey, doc…"

"Shut up!" Dr. Barkley roared, reaching across the seat to strike Jack in the face with barrel of his gun. Jack reeled from the impact, seeing stars. The car weaved down the road. Jack had never felt so real or alive as now, knowing that he had fallen in love with someone and that he will die trying to save her life. But why him?

Knowing there was no way he'd drive this maniac even a foot closer to where Sydney might be, Jack hit the gas as hard as he could and crashed his car straight into a tree.

The second Sydney heard the crash and the car horn, she stumbled and almost fell, jarring her bones with the impact panting to catch her breath as the world went suddenly mad around her. Everything was howling, blasting lights, booming thunder; she struggled and strained to listen.

He had a gun. Sydney slid down fast, so that only her eyes were visible over the dash, and she caught a glimpse of Jack's bloody face, the shiny barrel pointed at his head, the white-haired man holding the gun as the lighthouse beam swept over.

"Okay," the psychiatrist said, staring Jack in the eye, pointing to the drop-off just past the lighthouse. "Walk over to the cliff."

Jack didn't want to do anything that might make it easier for Barkley to shoot him, send his body into the sea, but he needed to buy time.

And then he heard a voice.

"Hello, Jack," she called cheerfully as if not seeing the gun.

Dr. Barkley dropped his arm, hiding his weapon behind.

"Isn't it a beautiful night? I remember you used to enjoy rainy night walks."

"I still do." He spoke, voice filled with appreciation. "Shall we invite her to our little party too, Jack?"

"Syd, get out of here, pronto." His eyes pleaded with her.

Even as he spoke, Sydney stepped between him and Dr. Barkley, laughter and jokes. At the same time, her fist tightened on the metal rod, which was fast taking its form.

Sydney extended her hand, "Welcome to New Tech City."

"Miranda, you may want to run a check on her," he said, swinging the gun and pointed at her chest.

Sydney ducked away in time as Jack swung forward.

All happened ina minute. Sydney smashed her fist down the doctor's wrist and Jack heard the bone crack and the gun fired. The bullet ricocheted straight into his chest.

Dr. Barkley started to move, trying to fire at them again.

Ignoring the scorching pain on his chest, he tried to pin him down.

"Let me help you. I'm a doctor and you need to stop the blood immediately."

"Jack!" Sydney cried. "The edge."

The words kicked in and he soon realized that Sydney was right. While he was working on tearing off the fabric, he felt a hard fist shoot out, hitting him squarely at his jaw.

Sydney reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of knife and jammed it straight into Barkley's neck.

The doctor clutched at his throat and fell backwards, met Jack's eyes for one more second and tumbled backwards off the bluff. It was over but the truth?

They lay on the floor together, comforting each other and stared at the body lying on the breakwater below. Sydney listened to his heavy breathing and checked his pulse. It was bad and they both know it.

"Syd," Jack struggled with his words.

"Jack," she cried, holding him close to her. "Please don't die, don't go. Stay with me. I'll go get help. Don't die on me now! Not when I just found you."

Jack stared into her baby blue eyes he had loved so much. "I—I never did…tell…you before…Syd, I love you, before and now." He whispered. He heard the waves and a distant siren before losing his consciousness.

"I love you too," Sydney cried, rocking and holding him. He tried to nod, the tears rising from his throat and he blacked out, blood flowing from his body, into the cold ground.

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