LAST ACT
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
This is for a "Kiss, Marry, Kill" challenge I'm a part of taking place at the end of "Turn, Turn, Turn". Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. belongs to Marvel, Stan Lee, and whoever else is involved with it. I only own the idea.
"He's not telling stories now, is he?" Victor Hand queried.
"No. No Ma'am, he is not," Grant Ward agreed, trying to keep the bite out of his voice. But it was hard. He had done everything for John since he was fifteen-years old and now that he had a chance for real happiness with someone, he just wanted to take it away from him!? He deserved some happiness for once in his life.
"You know, I've been thinking, Garrett. I've been thinking that the Ice Box in the Fridge is a little too comfortable for you. Maybe we should put you in a little deeper underground," she continued conversationally. Can't say that I disagree, Grant mused. John could probably get out of the Ice Box. Maybe they needed to take more precautions? "What do you think, Agent Ward? You shot the wrong Clairvoyant before. Care to shoot the right one?" At this, Grant looked at her. Was she serious? From what she could see, yes she was. But could he really kill John? The guy had saved his life. For a moment, he stared. Then he stood up and began cocking his gun, glancing at the older man. As usual, his face was stoic so that he couldn't read it. All except his eyes. His eyes were disdainful, challenging. At one time, he had hated seeing that look. Now it just annoyed him. Who cared if John was pissed off at him? He was pissed off too! John was asking too much.
He gave himself a mental shake and began cocking the gun, letting the loud clicks settle him. It was clear what he had to do now. He pointed the gun straight at John's head, pulled the trigger and fired. Almost immediately, he felt a searing pain in his side. Wha-? he thought as he fell to the ground, the gun clattering. His hands clasped desperately at the knife that had been thrown at him just as he had started to shoot. He then looked at one of the other agents who was standing up, looming over him as he picked up Grant's gun, pointing it so that it was eye-level. Grant snarled at John.
"Fu-" There was a shot and Grant knew no more.