CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Jack," Martha cried out again. Her legs started to wobble at the sight of his blood seeping through his fingers. She gathered and attempted to move forward so that she could go to him, but as she tried Corey raised his gun and pressed it hard into the back of her head.

"Uh uh, don't even," Corey warned in a sing-song voice.

Martha stood back, holding her hands over her mouth as the tears spilled from her eyes. She couldn't stand to see this. She couldn't watch them kill Jack. She begged god for her death to come first. Seeing his would be too much for her to bear. She just wanted it all to end now.

"I'm going to assume that you have some clothes," Corey's voice broke through Martha's thoughts.

Martha looked up at him and took note of the way he was surveying her body. She wanted to throw up. He made her sick to the stomach. "They're in the bathroom," she managed to answer his question.

"Well, go and get them," Corey pushed her.

Martha glanced over at Jack before turning and walking into the bathroom. She quickly snatched up her jeans and pulled them on, and then proceeded to do the same with her black singlet. She took a deep breathe before walking back out into the room. She almost cried in relief when she saw the Jack was now trying to sit up. He wasn't dead. Yet.

"You always get your women to do your dirty work?" Jack groaned as he looked up at Corey, and then towards Sam; who was also holding her silencer in her hand.

Corey sniggered. "Oh, you'll like her Jack. And I happen to know for a fact that Sammy always wanted a piece of you," he laughed as he winked at Sam.

Martha tried once again to move towards Jack, but Corey grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. "Say goodbye to your lover," he sneered as he shoved his face in front of her. "It's the last time you'll ever see him," he taunted.

Martha spun around and locked eyes with Jack. Martha couldn't even come up with some simple words to say to him. She didn't know what she was supposed to say to a person who was about to die. She didn't know what sort of goodbye she was supposed to say to the person that she loved. Instead, Jack said them for her.

"I'll see you soon," Jack said to her.

Martha done the only thing she could do. She nodded. What was the point in agreeing with him. She knew that she wouldn't be seeing him anytime soon.

"Well, it has been fun old boy," Corey looked down at Jack. "And I would love to sit here and watch as Samantha kills you, but it seems I've something a little bit more interesting to attend to," he grinned as he took Martha by the waist and led her towards the door.

Martha turned and took one last look at Jack as Corey led her from the room. She'd keep the vision of his beautiful face in her head, so that when her last moments came, his face would be the last thing on her mind.

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"Beautiful day, isn't it Martha?" Corey smirked as he led Martha towards his car.

Martha didn't utter a word. All she could think about was how she was going to escape from this man who wanted nothing more than to see her dead.

When they reached the car, Corey opened the passenger side of the door and then grabbed Martha by the hair. "Hop in pussycat," he shoved her in before slamming the door shut.

Martha cringed as Corey hopped in the car beside her. His eyes roamed over her, from head to toe; sending Martha's body into silent convulsions.

"I'll have to admit that Jacky was a very lucky boy getting to screw you before he died," Corey's face lingered on her chest. "Maybe you'll learn to like me too," he added.

"You'll have to kill me first you sick fuck," Martha said to him in disgust.

Corey smiled. "That won't be a problem sugar lips," he said as he started the car and put the car into reverse. "Put your seatbelt on. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you now, would we?" he said sarcastically.

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"Just you and me sexy," Sam winked at Jack as she walked towards him and pointed the gun at his head.

"Doesn't it bother you that Corey always hands over his dirty work to his girlfriends?" Jack faked a grin as he carefully watched the evil eyed bitch.

Sam laughed. "Oh, I'm hardly anyone's girlfriend," her eyes lingered across his nude body. "But I can make exceptions," she sleazed as she placed a knee on the bed.

"Sorry, but you just don't do it for me," Jack smirked at her.

"Oh, I'm sure I could do it for you alright Jacky," Sam giggled as she leant over him and pressed her fingers into his gunshot wound; hard. Jack let out a growl as his shoulder throbbed from the pressure. "But Corey said to kill yah so," Sam shrugged as she placed the gun to Jack's forehead.

Without even thinking first, Jack made a fist and swung his arm. He punched her in the face and sent her flying backwards. As she did, her finger pressed the trigger of her gun; releasing a bullet that landed in a pillow only moments away from Jack's head.

Jack let out a relieved breath, as he turned his face to the side and watched as the faint smoke drifted up from the bullet hole.

Knowing that he had to move quickly, Jack launched himself off the bed. But as he did so, Sam raised her arm and started firing more bullets towards him. Jack dove away; grabbing at a chair in the process. Using his good arm, he swung the chair at Sam and knocked her over; the gun falling from her hand and sliding under the bed; out of her reach.

Jack snatched at the bed; removing the mattress and various sheets, in hopes of finding the gun before Sam did. Moments later Sam started to laugh.

"You're fucking with the room female Holden," Sam climbed to her feet; wiping the trail of blood that trickled from her lip and down her chin.

"Please don't make me kill you," Jack laughed at her; knowing full well that he would have to kill her if he wanted to get away.

"I'm going to take great pleasure in watching you beg for your life," Sam said gleefully as she raised her leg and kicked Jack in the face.

Jack flew back and hit his head on the corner of the bedside table. His eyesight was starting to become a bit disorientated as everything started to spin. But he wasn't about to give up. He began to laugh. "Is that all you got?" he tried to sit up.

"Not even," Sam squealed in delight as she let fly with another kick to his face.

Jack could taste the copper in his mouth as the blood started to drip from his lips. "You can do better than that," he taunted Sam.

"What, you haven't had enough of me kicking your ass?" Sam laughed as she grabbed Jack by the hair and punched him square in the face. "You're a fucking waste of man, Holden," she kicked him one last time; sending him flat on his back next to the bed.

Jack groaned; the thought that she might just actually kill him, finally swept through his mind. He watched from glazed eyes as she reached into her jacket and pulled a shiny knife out.

But suddenly hope appeared. As Sam got closer toward him, Jack felt a cold metal under his hand. He clasped his blood soaked fingers around it and quickly pulled it out to show Sam. Everything after that seemed to go in slow motion. Without even as much as a breath, Jack pulled the trigger; sending three simultaneous shots into her head.

He waited and watched as she fell to the ground with a slump, before finally letting his own head fall back in relief.

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