It finally happened. The world ended. And Liam Smith was one of the few survivors. There wasn't much left to fight for those days. Only people. When his were taken, there wasn't much choice but to get them back. With the help of strangers and a shit...
Jack stepped into his father's path, pistol aimed that had previously been used to whip Sabastian to the ground. His father sighed, hands rose in defense.
"So this is your doing I assume? Finally stepping up to the plate, taking charge? Too bad it took kidnapping your girlfriend for you to grow a pair."
Jack steeled himself, pressing the loaded pistol squat to the man's head. He didn't say any final words or one liners, he just wanted it over with. The world was a better place without his father in it.
Jack had never done a thing right in his life, he'd never really gotten the chance. But this he could do, be proud of.
His finger twitched on the trigger and he was sure he would. Then his father spoke the words he'd never thought he'd get. "I'm sorry." Jack waited for the sound to be heard or for his finger to move but it didn't.
"I know I've never been the best man or that good of a father. It's late now but I just want you to know I get it. Do what you have to, son. It's okay."
The crack in the man's voice, the look of guilt. Jack shook his head, "I'm done believing your lies."
The gun lowered to Everett's leg, loging a bullet into the meat of his thigh. "That's for Liam." He stumbled back, catching himself against a wall before collapsing to his knees.
Jack dug the barrel into the soft spot above collar bone, staring down his father as the bullet rang. "For the people you used. All your fucked up plans, for the blood! Fucking look at me when I talk!" The butt of the gun shook Everett's skull, knocking him finally to the ground.
"I'm sorry." He hissed through immense pain but the smile on his lips said something different. He shrugged helplessly, "I tried to teach you son, I did."
His eyes fell to something behind Jack just as he recognized the sound of movement. Before he could do so much as turn, his legs were knocked out from beneath him.
"Traitor." Sabastian pounced, grappling Jack from behind. He grunted, one arm crushing his throat in a headlock while the other forced the gun from his grip.
"Thank you, son." He nodded, hobbling to his feet. "Heh..you thought you could turn your back on me, on your family and get away with it? Come in here with your pistol like your John fuckin Wick, is that right?!"
With lack of breath, Jack shifted his weight to his armless side and began to roll. Sabastian used to be a wrestler but he must not have been too familiar with amputees.
Jack used his massive body, hunching forward and shucking the man off yet he regained his grip quickly, holding tighter with both arms now. He felt something press against his leg, when Jack looked down a smile crawled on his face despite the stars he saw.
"Jack!" Shouts came from down the hall, shadows dancing against the light. He could make out the shapes and relief flooded in, or that was until his father's gun was raised their direction with a finger to his lips.
Jack grabbed ahold of the lucky grenade hanging from Sabastian side. Dad was right, pistols sucked. The stone look on the man's face broke at the sight.
"Oh shit," Sabastian shoved him off as he scrambled to escape the weight on top of him. Jack yanked, pulling so only the clip remained as he gripped death in his fist.
He met his father's gaze, "This is for me." All he remembered was the sound of his friends calling for him, a deafening bang and th-
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The world echoed, sulfur burning his lungs and dust from the collapsed walls blinding his eyes. Voices faded in and out off in the distance.
"Do you see him?"
"-look for a body."
Hands pulled at bruised shoulders above broken bones. "He's alive."
His mind blanked and time seemed to have passed because the dust had settled and the walls were all there. Lights passed overhead, voices arguing.
The world shifted black and back again. A man stood against a door, head hung. "We need to leave, we gotta get ahead of this shit."
"We can't. We can't Sam, jus.." He pulled away.
"Black, come on." Hands gripped his cheeks, urging him on. The tall man spoke something he couldn't hear, the other stared for several moments not understanding. Firm arms wrapped around 'black'- Liam, he sunk into the embrace and cried.
"Hey, you awake boss?" A voice called. The darkness shot to color as his shoulder was pressed and unimaginable pain shot through the body that already felt as if it was on fire.
"Aaaghh...fuck..you." He glared at the girl, clutching at her wrist. A figure behind her caught his attention and his hand dropped to the ground in defeat. It wasn't just one or several. A whole crowed, soldiers, prisoners and survivors alike.
"..well?" Everette coughed, spitting the blood at his side. "Now what?"
Avery stepped forward, dismissing the girl. She stood before him, tall and proud and good much like Drew had been.
"Now we save you." She spoke with authority, looking down to him like no one had dared before. "Now your ours."
