Jessie's wrist was raw and bleeding from struggling to break free of the handcuff. Exhausted and weakened from blood loss, her left wrist was bleeding steadily, she slid down the wall and pleaded with Patrick.
"Dad...Dad, please don't leave me. Please...I love you."
Patrick looked at her and smiled. "...love you.." He managed to say between trying to catch his breath and coughing up blood. He turned to John again. "...didn't know."
"I know, it's not your fault, don't talk." He moved his hands from the wound he was covering, to wipe the blood away from Patrick's mouth, when he did blood bubbles oozed out each time Patrick took a breath and air whistled through the hole in his chest. John covered the hole again, putting as much pressure as his handcuffed hands would allow on it.
"...can't save me...John..." Patrick wheezed out.
"Shut up! I said don't talk...your fine, you'll be fine." He knew Patrick was right and he started to cry. He looked over at Jessie. She had her knees drawn up to her chest, hugging them with her arms, and was watching her Father intently, her eyes wide and filled with tears.
Patrick coughed, spraying blood through the air, as he did so, and grabbed John's arm tight. "...ohn."
"Yeah, I'm here."
"...love..you...ways...have..."
Patrick's voice was fading in and out and it sounded like he was gargling water, but John understood him. He loved him and he always had. "I know." John took a deep, quivering breath trying not to lose it completely. "I love you, too."
Patrick smiled. He coughed again. "...Essie..." His breathing was getting shallow with every breath he took.
"I'll take care of her, I promise." After a few moments, John felt the chest under his hands stop moving. He looked at Patrick's face. If it wasn't for the blood that covered it, he would have thought his Father was sleeping. His features were soft and still, no longer showing signs of his struggle to breathe. He laid his arms across Patrick's body and buried his head between them and let go. His sobs shook his entire body.
"What the hell was that?!" Langston yelled after Lewis had shot Patrick. He got up, from where Patrick shoved him and stormed over to him. "You ruined it! You fucked up everything I wanted to do!"
"He hit me! He broke my nose!" Lewis stammered.
Langston punched him in the face and Lewis fell to the floor as blood started to pour from his already broken and bleeding nose. "I should have taken care of you along time ago." He held his hand out to Krieger and Krieger placed his gun in it. "John was right...you are a complete idiot." He put four bullets into Lewis' face. "There, now you have a lot more to worry about than your nose."
"Jesus, Roy, your losing control...get a damn grip."
He gave Krieger his gun back and glanced over at Patrick as he lay dying on the floor. "I guess there needs to be a change in plans." He looked down at Lewis' body. "Idiot!"
"Enough, Roy! What are we doing here? They know who we are...we need to finish this and get the hell out of here." Roy paced in front of him so Krieger grabbed his arm and brought him to a stop. "Get your shit together! I'll kill us both before I go to prison, understand?"
Roy nodded. "Now, get your hand off me." He motioned towards John and Jessie. "You take them to the bunker and leave them in there...they've lost a lot of blood, it won't take long to die. I'll take Lewis and O' Doyle and dump them down by the docks. We'll clean up in here and blow this town. Sound like a plan?"
"Good enough."
While Langston dragged Lewis' body out to the car, Krieger pulled John off Patrick.
"Sorry, pal, but it's time to go." He grabbed John around the chest and pulled him backward.
John struggled and tried to squirm from Krieger's arms but he was too weak.
"Stop fighting me...you're just hurting yourself more." He half dragged/half carried John to the office and set him on the floor. "If you move or try anything, it's not gonna be you I kill, you got me? You'll never beat me to her."
John nodded. He watched as Krieger moved the desk and pulled the carpet under it away to reveal a trap door. Krieger opened it and pointed.
"Let's go, get in there. There's a light switch to the left once your down there, but only one of the lights work, it's better than nothing."
John crawled across the floor and swung his legs into the trap door entrance. "She'll be with me, right? You won't take her with you..."
"She'll be with you...now go." He watched as John struggled to get down the ladder. When he got to the bottom and turned on the light Krieger pulled the ladder up and closed the trap door. He went back for Jessie.
Langston was dragging Patrick's body away and Jessie was watching him, a look of complete horror on her face. Krieger actually felt bad for her. He unlocked the handcuff from her wrist and she didn't even notice. He pulled her up from the floor and turned her head to face him.
"Hey, I'm gonna take you to your brother."
She looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "My...my..." was all she managed to get out. She leaned her head forward until it rested on Krieger's chest.
"Christ," He said to himself. 'This is not what I signed up for.' He pulled Jessie away from him, the pain and anguish in her face made his chest hurt. "I'm sorry." He told her. "This is not the way things were supposed to happen, but I'm gonna take you to your brother, you'll be with him...'til it's over." Knowing she wasn't going to walk, or rather couldn't walk, he picked her up and put her over his shoulder. He carried her into the office and sat her down on the desk while he opened the trap door.
"I'm gonna lower her down." He called down to John.
John stood under the entrance and reached up as Krieger lowered her into the bunker.
"This is not how it was supposed to be." He told John. "But at least this way, you may have a chance." He threw the keys to the handcuffs John was wearing inside the bunker, then he closed the trap door, placed the rug and desk back in their original positions and left.
Tbc...Sorry if this is a little short, but I felt kinda bad...I really liked Patrick :(
