In his trembling hand is his standard issue Glock. And at the end of the barrel is the woman he loves.
But she too had a gun in her hand. It was practically in his face. The look in her eyes was both of anger and fear, a look he had never seen on her before.
She was protecting a young man, a Filipino boy, about the age of twelve. She sprawled her tiny body across the boy like a shield. Like the man before her was the devil himself.
"Drop your gun" she said, her voice breaking.
"Listen to me" he said "He's in your head."
"You're going to hurt him" she screamed.
"Listen to me!" he screamed back "You have the patch. I saw it. You're not yourself. You know what it does to people"
"If your right eye causes you to sin, pluck it out" the boy said.
"Don't listen to him!" he screamed.
But she had cocked the gun.
"Walk away" she was practically in tears "Please…. Don't make me do this".
He couldn't believe the next movement of his own hand. He cocks his gun as well.
"As charcoal is to burning coals and wood to fire….." the boy spoke again
"Shut up!" he screamed and pointed the gun at the boy.
"….So is a contentious man kindle to strife" the boy continued.
And then she fired her gun.
The bullet whizzed past his head. He felt a burning sensation on his left ear. He touched the warm, moist spot on his ear and saw blood in his hands. He turned to look at her. She was crying profusely, gun still trained towards him.
"Please…. Don't make me shoot you" she said almost in a whisper, almost begging him.
He slowly lowered his gun. He saw relief in her eyes as she slowly lowered her gun as well.
But then he took her by surprise. He raised his gun swiftly and fired a shot.
The boy behind her fell on his back. The boy was unconscious. She spun around, ready to shoot, but he acted first. Another gunshot is fired.
Lindsay Monroe clutched the hole on her stomach as her heartbroken eyes looked at her shooter, Danny Messer. Lindsay lets go of her gun as she collapses on the floor.
Danny rushes to her side.