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

Chapter 39- The Final Showdown(Part 2)

Within the chaos, two arms suddenly wrapped around my torso, and a loud gunfire followed, loud enough to make my eardrums numb. It felt as if the bullet pierced right through me but just then, body hugging me, jolted right after and the gun from my palm, slipped. Realization washed over me, and it was loud and clear. The arms that hugged me, tight, gradually fell weaker. I turned around to see the most lively eyes, void, ripped off of life. I tried to hold him, but the life was gradually slipping out of him, as the body became heavier and collapsed right in front of me, eyes wide open. I could feel my hands sweating up and my stomach churn. I stood frozen, powerless, paralyzed, numb. Jacob was lying on the ground, bleeding and barely breathing. I collapsed on my knees in front of the dying person, failing to process anything straight.

I gazed up to see Corvett standing with a rifle, blowing off the steam from the last fire. He looked at me, startled at the failed fire. It was me, who he tried to kill, but Jake took it in him. All I could feel was a sudden rush of heat, burning up my face, as I gritted my teeth until my gums hurt. The adrenaline rushed through my whole body. The beast was back in me, in the form of a deadly vengeance.

I grabbed my rifle that was lying right next to me, stood up at once, fired three shells at him, which travelled right through his head, piercing it and letting out splashes of blood all over his face. That sound of gun fire, was loud, harsh than the one that killed Jake. Yet it was a melody to my ears. A deadly melody that can wash away all evil.

With Corvett, came down the vengeance, the heat and also my strength. That fall took with itself, that small house that I build for myself, the walls that kept my vulnerability at bay, the rooms that charged me up with the strength of a beast. The house that took me years to build was shattered in this moment. A calmness took over me. And, the rage streamed down my eyes in the form of tears, that was too powerful for me to restrain. Everything around me blurred out. Every noise near me seemed to get shallow. I forgot where I was, until I felt a sharp hit at the back of my neck. It sent across a current shock through my nerves, jolting every joint of my body. I was finally drained off all the strength that was left in me, as everything in my eyes engulfed in darkness and my body came down, crashing into the ground.

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Jackson's POV;

Medic: Sooo yup, she is out of any form of danger, now. Good thing, was rescue actions were prompt enough. She did had a severe concussion, but it couldn't do much harm. I have given her the sedatives to let herself heal. If she wakes up, I'll just be a call away. Allow me for now.

Jackson: Hm..Thank you.

Medic: Anytime.

The three continuous fires dragged everyone out of their zones, but before anyone could react, it was too late, we rushed to wake her up, when we saw Jacob in a pool of blood. The fight was over with the wake of dawn, I was back before that. I learned from Jereff that apparently, everyone associated with the trafficking were successfully taken down and the kids were traced by the police in one piece.

It is 12 in the noon, I am standing by the window of room and constantly studying the autumn leaves that were shedding themselves gradually, leaving the tree as an ugly empty bark, yearning for new leaves to grow in it. I have been waiting here with the tenth cigarette in my hand since 9 in the morning. As, I turned around, Madeline was sleeping peacefully at the corner of my bed. Had it been Jacob, she would have been in a hospital properly nursed and treated. The silent harmony in which her chest rose and fell was completely opposite to the strong winds that blew at the other side of the window seal. But, I know the storm that the sedative concealed was worse than the wind, that left her completely tormented. I waited in the room silently, waking around the perimeter, waiting for her to wake up, filling up the ash tray with buts as minutes seemed like hours, and my patience was on the verge of blowing up.