Well, I'm a little disappointed that only Owltalon reviewed, but hey, I'll take what I can get. Anyway, I'll be posting not one, not two, but three chapters today! However, keep in mind that I have a history of being quite adept in the art of suspenseful cliffhangers…
SHATTERED MEMORIES
CHAPTER 3
Zane's POV
As I saw the darts hit Joma in the neck, I felt a rush of wind as Qullen streaked past me like a hell hound chasing a damned soul. Before I could say anything to stop her, she was already jumping toward Udzir, the look on her face absolute. Then I saw that Udzir wasn't pointing the darts at her, but an actual gun. How he had managed to switch them so quickly, I would never know. But what happened next, that really took the cake on life's unexplainable mysteries
Qullen's POV
I didn't care what anyone thought. Yes, I could hear everyone's screams of protest, begging me not to try to save Joma. What they didn't know was that I was exactly like Edward and Bella. If Joma and I were separated, I'd build a fire as soon as I could. Even though the last time we had been separated had only been a day, I had only been a few hours from killing myself. I was going to do all I could to not let that happen, even if that meant going over to the other side. [Here I come, Joma.], I thought, my mind set on being with the holder of my soul. But what I saw as I leaped and crossed the point of no return were not the mind control darts flying at me, but incendiary bullets. [Damn,] was all I could think. My thoughts then flew to the short time I had been with Joma, and I wouldn't have traded it for anything. Seeing the bullets fly toward me, I expected a painful death, but the knowledge that I died trying to be with him. What I didn't expect was Joma flinging himself toward me. I don't think he expected it either.
Joma's POV
I didn't think I had enough strength to save Qullen. But when I saw that Udzir was going to try and kill her instead of turn her, I just couldn't stand by and let that happen. I flung myself in front of the bullets; felt them smash into my chest, felt the searing heat, and found that even though I was bullet proof, I wasn't pain proof. But more than anything, I felt a small bit of Udzir's hold on me slip, and Qullen's breath, meaning she was still alive. I guessed that if I did anything against Udzir, his mind control lost its effect. He must have guessed the same, because I felt three more darts slamming into my back. I had only seconds left, so I gave Qullen one last thought, {no matter what I say or think, I will ALWAYS love you.} She looked scared, and I heard Udzir loading his gun again. "RUN!" I shouted, and just before I blacked out, I heard Qullen give me one last thought; [I will find a way to get you back, Joma.] Then she, along with everyone else, ran. With my last shred of strength, I gave Udzir a look of pure hate and spit at his feet before I felt my will being ripped from me, and the world dripping away from me like paint down an oil canvas.