Trouble in Terrorist's Town

Lay Them To Rest (Jormus)

Seamus quietly stood next to Jordan,holding the other's hand tightly their fingers entwined as they leaned against each other for comfort. Krism was crouched down by James,cleaning the bullet wound carefully. She had cleaned and bandaged up Dan,unwrinkling his clothes and putting his hair back into order. She had soon done the same to James,before standing up. Aleks had had to leave the room,but had stayed long enough to place a small silver cross on James's chest that he had found in the living room. Kevin had left soon after,leaving Jordan and Seamus with Krism and their two fallen friends. Jordan sighed shakily,and swept his loved hat off his head,and lay it on Dan's chest.

"Lay them down to rest,"

Seamus murmured,making Jordan hesitate,and slip his hand into the Irishman's hand,entwining their fingers as he added,

"May their souls find eternal peace in the kingdom of God."

Krism bowed her head,and then left the room,to give them privacy. Jordan sighs softly,and knelt down to place a gentle hand on James's shoulder when--

BANG!

Jordan recoiled as pain blossomed in his chest,collapsing where he had stood. In a heartbeat,Seamus was hovering over him,brown eyes wide in panic and fear,

"'ordan?! Jordan!"

Jordan's breath caught painfully in his throat as blood bubbled up in his mouth,dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Crimson was rapidly staining his dark blue shirt,and it stained Seamus's pale hands as he tried to stop the bleeding,pressing his palms against the wound. Krism rushed in,tailed by Kevin and Aleks,the Russian crying out in unmistakable sorrow as Krism rushed forward,pulling bandages from her pocket and easing Jordan up to pull his shirt and start wrapping the bandage,blood spilling down Jordan's chest as she fumbled. Seamus had backed up and collapsed,the crimson stains on his skin coming in sharp contrast with his increasingly paling skin.

"Seamus?"

A small voice asked,and arms came up to hook underneath the Irishman's armpits,pulling him up. He was turned and then hugged tightly,and then he allowed himself to breakdown completely. He was sobbing into his comforter's shoulder,feeling as though his whole world was crumbling to rubble around him,pieces of debris crashing down on his shoulders.

Alarmed voices shook him out of his miserable haze,and suddenly he was getting pulled out of the room. Panicked,painfully familiar voices were screaming and suddenly there's chaos everywhere. There's a sudden wail that screeches above everyone else's screams,

"MICHELLE!"

Seamus's blood runs cold as he hears Krism,but he has barely enough time to think when he's suddenly dropped,and his whole body connects with the floor. Groaning,he lifts his head,trying to clear his vision only soon enough to realise the world is shaking. He hears another voice screech from outside,

"THERE'S STILL PEOPLE IN THERE!"

Another voice screams,

"THE C4 IS ABOUT T--"

There's a loud boom,and then Seamus won't remember what happens next. I hope Krism gets to Michelle, is his last,fleeting thought before his ears go deaf and his vision snaps to black.