If Only..(Part 1 And Part 2 Included)(Under Edit)

Chapter 12 - In the end..

"REX, come here."

Today, she receives death for who she is, but, keeping aside everything, if ever, she loved me genuinely, she owes an apology.

"I am sorry."

The little smile that formed in her face faded and a confusion creeped up.

"I loved you, Maddie. I really did."

MADELINE'S POV

An unexplained fear took over me. His words weren't normal. The eyes which were dead, now started to reflect raw emotions of Pain and Hatred. Where did I possibly go wrong?

"Why am I here?"

"You'll know it, sooner."

Just then, a convoy of six shiny black range rovers, became visible in the streets, as they took a sharp turn to enter the empty ground and stood right behind Jackson, within a fixed horizontal queue. As, the bright headlights glowed from behind Jackson, he seemed like a shadow of a fighter waiting to make his first move. This picture of him, was absolutely a contrast to the person named Rex. My hands started to get sweaty and my legs were shaking. I pressed my palm to the fabric of my dress in an attempt to keep myself standing still. Soon, men and women in grey suits, jumped out of the cars, lined up behind Jackson, pointing their guns at me.

I shifted my gaze towards Rex. He was revolting none. People were waiting to kill me and he was standing there, waiting for the next.

Jackson put one of his hands in his pocket and spoke, "Do you remember, that I promised to tell you everything? I expected a better situation, for this."

He pulled out his gun and pointed at me. My heart dropped to my stomach. He is with them.

"But, no situation can be better than this for a traitor. No?"

I could see the world surrounding me, getting shattered, as I realized, that the person, I loved, was pointing a gun, at me. I accept that I lied to him. I hid a major part of me from him. But, at least I expected a better situation, in which things get revealed. I regret, hiding it from him, because maybe now that he knows about me, he unfortunately knows just the half of it. I was helpless, yet again. I am trained to stand near a gun point fearlessly, but here I was losing the senses on my feet. I was scared. Not because maybe I will die today. But, because the last thing I will see as I die, is the offense and hatred in his eyes.

Just then, his thundering voice broke through the silence, "Still confused, who we are? Well we are your opponent,in the game you are playing. Unfortunate, that you knew about us, when we already gave a check and a mate. I am the leader of Hawks. The king of the darkness, sitting within Valencia. I. Am Jackson Claros."

I froze at the utter of his words. I was standing powerless, at the gunpoint of the Hawks, and the person, whom I loved, is leader of a merciless gang. No one but a sore killer. Is it?

The biggest question still remained,

"Where is Rex?" I demanded

"Are you seriously searching for someone, who never existed?"

I could almost feel, the ground below me, cracking. I suddenly started to feel a twirl in my stomach. I was frustrated. Not over him, but over my fate. Why? Why again? I dared to dream big, but is this a punishment I get for falling in love, yet again?

I started to question every decision, I took till now. I was unable to process the fact, that the name, that became a major part of my life, was no one, but a game. Everything, seemed to have come to an end. My days, my memories, my dreams, myself. Suddenly, the world around me, started to get blurred. I know I should have tried to save myself, or to counter, but I won't. This is it. What happens in a couple of minutes, will be my decision as well.

Jackson, still pointing his gun, raised up, one of his hands, in the air and all the guns were lowered.

Jackson's POV;

I hated myself for doing it, and will keep hating myself. But, I hate myself the most, because, I have trusted the wrong person. I hate myself, because I let my emotions put my men's life in stake. But, I loved her way much, to let her go or to see her in pain. As, badly I wanted to kill her, Some stupid part of me, still wanted her to try to escape. A stupid part of me waited for her, to at least assure me, that it wasn't her. She did none. Here, I was standing there holding the gun, at her, when there was a conflicting war within me. She was looking at me, with teary eyes. I was able to sense it well, she has already submitted. As if, waiting for me, to hit the trigger. And, with every passing millisecond, I was stepping back, mentally. I don't hold the strength to kill her, however a witch she is. With every passing time, my hands were turning weak and my target was deviating. I was about to kill the love of my life. This was what the situation demanded, and I was a slave to it.

I have to do it.

I pulled up my guts, and hit the trigger. The bullet raced through the dark, and pierced through her skin, and everything blurred out, as blood drops scattered over her skin. All that was visible before my eyes was my ideal world and my sanity, getting perished before my eyes. I was never felt, so useless, before. A last drop of tear, which probably held the last drop of strength in her, streamed down her cheek, before her eyelids gave up and she collapses on the ground.

"Leave me alone, for a while."

I could feel Jereff walking towards me and place his hand over my shoulder. Maybe, to console me. But none of his words could have effected me then.

"Go back, Jeff."

Without another word, he parted away and soon the cars left the place, leaving me alone with the unconscious woman. Someone, who I once called mine.

I could feel the rage burning within me. I was in rage, for being captive to the fateful situation. I was angry, at my helplessness. I was angry, because I had no way to escape. I made commitments, and I had to break one, to fulfill the other. I just shot the killer of my best man, and my love came to an abrupt end. I looked up at the sky, and the stars that she loved seemed to pity me and my misery. Suddenly, I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I was unable to feel myself anymore, as I slumped down on my knees. If only, I had more time, to fix things. But, I am never assigned a second chance to correct my mistakes. I screamed at the top of my voice. I wanted, all of me to end up, with the scream. If not that, I wanted the whole world to get destroyed, me being the reason. I screamed again, and again and again, as it echoed through the isolation. No one to listen to me. No one to console me. No one to soothe me. Not even my shadow. Not even her.