Ugh, I've been looking at this chapter for days. It seemed that I cuold never get it right. It kind of moves fast, but oh well. It fits theme I guess. So I'm sorry if it sucks XD
ALERT! This is the penulitime chapter. So only one more after this.
Oh and visit my profile for the shipping showdown! Vote for your favorite House ship! Over 25 options!
House and Cameron silently walked in front of Bill, not daring to look at each other. Every time one of them would stop, Bill would place his gun against their backs, the cold metal against their spine encouraging them to continue.
House kept shaking the idea out of his head that he had left Wilson to die. Actually, he was forced to leave Wilson to die. From the little inspection that House had been able do, it seemed that the wound itself would not be fatal; it would be the excess bleeding and system shock that would occur that would harm Wilson the most. House bit his lower lip, rethinking the scene in his mind; Wilson turning around, the surprise in his face when he was hit, and the simple smile that knew that he was going to die.
House clenched his fist and choked on his tears. It wasn't supposed to be this way…
House now knew what it felt like to be fueled with revenge, the desire to avenge the person that had been taken away from you. What Bill had been doing to him this whole time, House now wanted to return the favor.
However, no matter how horrible House could act sometimes, he knew that he was not as brutal as Bill.
House felt something messing with his hand. He glanced down to see that Cameron's hand was trying to open his closed hand. House released his hand and let Cameron's fingers intertwine with his own. Cameron gave his hand a gentle squeeze. He looked up at Cameron, who was attempting to smile, but her lips were quavering.
For once, House appreciated her caring, smothering personality.
Once they had come to the front of the house, Bill told them to open the door and go inside. House looked around the somewhat familiar surroundings. He had been in there a day before, or was it two days before…House didn't know. House stopped in front of the door that leads to the passageway.
"What are you waiting for?" Bill asked.
House sighed and opened the door, revealing the dark passageway of stairs. He looked over his shoulder at Bill.
Bill made a shooing motion with his hand. "Go."
House leaned against the wall and took one step down. Pain electrified through his leg causing him to stop and bend over, grabbing his leg.
"Move," Bill ordered, pushing House a little.
"Can't you see that he can't?" Cameron shrieked.
Bill slapped Cameron across the face. She gasped and turned away, her hand to her cheek.
House tried taking another step, but stumbled and fell against the wall.
"Pathetic," Bill said.
House gritted his teeth and used the wall as support to stand up right. Fuming with anger and hatred, House gather saliva in his mouth and then spat in Bill's face.
Enraged, Bill wiped House's spit off of his face and slung it on the floor. Bill then raised his arms and pushed House with all of his might. House was unstable standing up, so when Bill pushed him he lost his balance. Cameron tried reaching out to grab House's arm but he couldn't reach, and he fell down the stairs and landed sprawled, face down on the floor.
"House!" Cameron ran down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. She knelt down next to House, lifting his head of the ground. "Are you okay?"
House grunted. "I feel like I fell down a flight of stairs."
Cameron sighed and helped House sit up. House muttered something that sounded like a mix of "Wilson," "dead," "bastard," and "Vicodin," however Cameron did not ask him to elaborate. House looked at Bill who was descending down from the dark.
Bill sauntered down the steps, looking pleased with himself. Giving House an once-over, Bill then stepped over House and produced a set of keys out of his pocket and proceeded to unlock all of the locks on the door. With Cameron's help, House managed to stand up and take a difficult step towards Bill. Bill had his back turned to them, so House raised his fist and…
Bill turned around and stopped House's arm from coming down onto his own head. "I thought that you might try that."
House jerked his arm away from Bill, glaring at him. Bill, who was unaffected, merely turned the doorknob and flung open the door, it hitting the wall with a clash.
Chase, Foreman and Cuddy were sitting on the floor with their hands tied behind their back. When they saw House and Cameron they first looked glad that they were okay, but then hung their heads because they knew that if they were here then they did not get any help, and nobody was coming to save them.
Bill shut the door behind him, enclosing them all in the same room.
"I'm sorry!" Cuddy blurted.
"Yeah, he threatened us," Chase said. "There wasn't anything we could do!"
"It's okay," whispered House.
"Where is Wilson?" Cuddy asked.
"Don't you have something to tell them House?" Bill asked.
House shook his head.
"I think you do, tell them what happened to your friend." Bill leaned in a whispered into House's ear. "Tell them what you did."
"I didn't kill him, you did!" House yelled. "You shot him and left him to die!"
Cuddy, Chase and Foreman let out a collective gasp. Cuddy closed her eyes and shook her head furiously. "No," she said.
"Oh, yes." Bill walked to the middle of the room and spun on his heal and looked back at House. "It was the first of many deaths tonight."
"No one else is going to die," House said through gritted teeth.
Bill smiled. "That's what you think." Bill clapped his hands together. "So did you figure out what order in which you are going to die? Wilson took the first spot, but now it's time for the next person."
Everyone looked straight at Bill, determined not to falter and break into tears.
"Eh, nobody?" Bill asked.
Cameron went and sat down with the others on the floor. "House is right; you're not going to hurt anybody else."
Bill let out a small chuckle and pointed to House who was standing next to him. "You're going to believe this guy? The one that got you all into this mess?"
Foreman nodded. "You can't control us."
Bill's mouth contorted into a frown. "So you're trying to brave again I see. Fine, we can do this the hard way." Bill opened the chamber of the gun and took out all of the bullets. He held them in his hand so they all could see them, and then placed them in his jacket pocket, all except for one. He held the bullet between two fingers. "Since you're not going to decide who's going to die, we'll let fate decide." He placed the bullet in to one of the bullet chambers, closed it and then spun it. "A game of Russian Roulette. There
is a one in six chance that the gun will go off now. It should make this situation a little more interesting," Bill said.
"Why don't you go first?" House snarled.
"No thanks." Bill walked over and pointed the gun first at Chase. Chase took a sharp intake of breath and turned his head away.
Bill pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Chase sighed in relief.
"This time isn't your turn. Next." Bill moved his aim to Foreman. Foreman gulped and stared straight ahead. Bill pulled the trigger and again, nothing happened.
"My, aren't we lucky?" Bill next moved to face Cuddy. She was looking at House and tears were slowly running down her face.
I have to stop this, House thought. Wilson already…another person can't die. Whatever he did was going to be risky, but if any action he did had the opportunity of getting them out of here alive, he was going to do it.
"You have a twenty-five percent chance of dying in the next few seconds. Do you have any last words?" Bill asked.
Cuddy closed her eyes as more tears spilled on to her cheeks. Bill knelt down and ran a hand across her cheek, wiping away her tears. Cuddy shuddered.
House saw his chance when Bill was next to Cuddy. The hand that Bill was holding the gun in was aimed away from Cuddy's face. It was now or never.
House took two plunging steps forward, bent down and twisted the hand in which Bill was holding the gun. Surprised with pain, Bill let the gun go and grabbed his wrist. His head shot up and looked at House. He slowly rose from the ground and faced House.
"You think you have the upper hand now that you have my gun, don't you?" Bill asked.
"It seems that way," House said. Cameron untied the ropes that bound Chase's wrists together, and then they both untied the others while House and Bill talked.
Bill laughed.
"What's so funny?" House asked.
"You won't kill me!" Bill said. "You may be a misanthropic bastard, but you're not a murderer."
"It's never too late to start." House took a deep breath and aimed the gun at Bill while the others observed nervously.
House pulled the trigger once. Bill still stood unharmed before him.
"Now you have a one out of three chance. You're getting there," Bill stated.
House nodded and went to pull the trigger again, but he hesitated. Bill was right; he wasn't a murderer.
But what about Wilson? And Riley? And all the pain that they had all been through? Was it enough to justify murder for this man?
"I told you that you were too much of a coward. You're not going to kill me when you have a chance, like you did earlier when you had the gun outside. You could have ended it then, but you didn't. If you did, your friend would still be alive," Bill said.
House pulled the trigger again, and again nothing happened.
"Fifty-fifty. It could go either way." Bill shrugged. "So what are you going to do House?"
House blinked. His mind was telling him to fire at Bill, but the other part of him was telling him not to.
"You may be cunning and a medical genius, but the fact that you are a self-centered, abrasive, narcissistic, pain in the ass makes you unbearable. You don't care about others until you need them, and you don't even show any appreciation when they do help you. You suffer and you drag others down with you," Bill said.
"So do you. You're upset that your brother died, so you're taking it out on me when I had no part in his death," House said.
"Yes you did!" Bill shouted.
"How do you know?" House asked.
Bill started to talk but faltered. "You can't even kill someone that has made you miserable. You aren't what everyone thinks you are. Go on. I dare you to shoot me."
House hand shook as he was aiming it at Bill.
"Come on!" Cuddy yelled.
House didn't move.
Bill smiled. "I knew I was right. You will always lose."
House pulled the trigger and the shot of the gunshot echoed in the room. Everyone snapped their focus to Bill who was looking down at his chest where blood was soaking through his shirt.
Bill fell to his knees and looked up at House with wide, blank eyes. "I…was wrong."
House lowered his arm and watched as Bill collapsed to the floor.
When they realized that the person that had been terrorizing them had died, excitement rushed in, pushing out their fear.
"House! I love you!" Chase said as he ran up and hugged House. The others laughed and came over to House also. They all praised him with thanks and Cuddy even kissed him. However, House was unaware as to what was happening; his mind was drifting elsewhere.
House felt sick because he was thinking of everything that had just happened. He had killed someone, even though they deserved it. Bill had killed Wilson. Wilson…he would be celebrating here with them if he had only killed Bill before…
"House? Are you okay?" Cameron asked.
House shook his head. He closed his eyes and the last things he heard were Cameron and Chase running out of the room yelling that they were going to go find help and Cuddy begging House to not die. But the only thing House could think of was that he now didn't have to deal with the facts of life.