"Audrey." She looked up to see Jack standing a few feet in front of her, smiling warmly. She sighed with relief. For some reason, she had been nervous.
"Jack," she said sleepily, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "You're ok." He nodded and cupped her cheek with his palm. She held his hand to her face and he stroked her hair with his free hand. From somewhere outside of her consciousness, she heard a gunshot and looked up in shock.
"Jack, we have to go. Jack! Jack!" She stared at him frantically, willing him to move, but he had frozen in place. His hand was still gripping her cheek but now it felt like wax. He was staring off somewhere into the distance behind her. Her heart began to beat so fast that she thought it would explode out of her chest.
"Jack. Jack, no. Please!" she pleaded, tears falling down her cheeks. He wouldn't let go of her.
Suddenly a bullet went straight through his heart, splattering blood all over her face and chest. She screamed, and kneeled, trying to clutch at his arms and catch him as he fell.
"He's dead, Audrey." Her breath was ragged and her eyes widened as she recognized the voice. His next sentence chilled her to the bone.
"I'm dead." She slowly moved her head until she could see Jack standing over her with a gun pointed at her temple. His eyes were fully black and she couldn't see the whites. A smile made its way across his face, but it wasn't her Jack's smile. It was cold and malicious.
"You're not Jack!" she fell crawled next to the fallen body and looked up at the identical man in front of her. "You're not! You can't be!" He laughed and she wanted to die from the lack of emotion or feeling.
"But I am. This is the real me. You don't know half of what I've done, what I can and will do." His eyes bore a hole right through her as he leaned in closely and roughly held her face in his hands. She whimpered and try to escape, but he was too strong.
"I'm not the man you think you know. I am a killer. I destroy lives." He laughed harshly, then stood up and shot somebody behind her. She turned to see Paul falling backwards, into an all encompassing whiteness.
"Paul!" She ran over to him, but it was too late. "You killed him," she whispered to Jack. You son of a bitch, you killed him after everything he did for you! How could you? How could you?" She began pounding on his chest with her fists, screaming. She didn't know where the words were coming from or what she was talking about, but she needed to say this. It felt vaguely familiar somehow. "Who are you?" she whispered.
"That's what I do," he whispered in her ear. He looked at her with contempt. "I kill. You really never knew me at all."Then he picked up his gun, pointed it at her, and the last thing she remembered was a searing pain in her heart and she followed Paul into oblivion.