Rory didn't run so much as he hid. He was always fantastic at hide and seek. He and Amy used to play for hours, but she'd always hide in the garden. Sometimes she wouldn't even bother hiding, and she'd just sit and stare at the sky.
Rory had burrowed down in the wild. He'd felt safe, for a bit. But then he started to think he was going crazy. So he'd started hoping from small town to small town, accumulating little black marks wherever he went.
He missed Amy so much it hurt. He worried about her incessantly.
Even now, backed up against a dam, he was still more worried for her then for himself. "Where's my wife?" he yelled at the relentlessly approaching suits. "What have you done with my wife?"
Canton gave a crocodile's grin. "I assure you, Mr. Pond, you will be seeing your wife very soon in whatever after life you believe in."
Rory's heart seemed to swell, and then burst. He felt like he was drowning from the inside out. He couldn't hear, he couldn't think.
With shaking hands he procured the gun he'd bought from a small town in Alabama. He fired it wildly at the amassed agents. The first two shots went wide, striking the concrete of the dam. The next one sunk into the leg of an agent. He dropped like a stone. The next flew off into the sky, and the fifth struck an agent in the temple. Rory didn't have time to contemplate his first kill before he shot at Canton. The bullet went wide, barely ruffling his suit. Canton didn't seem to notice. In furious desperation, Rory threw the gun at Canton. It fell woefully short, skittering to his feet. Rory profoundly regretted never learning how to shoot.
Canton cocked his own gun. Rory was sure he was a much better shot than himself. "Run," he ordered. "It'll look better in paperwork." Rory stood his ground. Canton shrugged. "Actually, I don't really care. Oh," he said offhandedly. "Did you know your wife was pregnant?"
Rory stood stock still, before he began to run. Not turning tail and fleeing, as Canton had hoped, but rushing at him in a mad berserker rage, screaming a primal cry. Canton fired, emptying the gun's chamber. Rory dropped, with a look of pain for the loss of his wife and child still discernible in his unseeing eyes.
Canto lit a cigarette as he walked away. "Throw that over the edge of the dam," he commanded his underlings, and thus was the death of Rory Pond.
Jesus, this is depressing. Wish I could say it'll have a happy ending, but . . . well.