golden wings melt like blue slushies // JJ Maybank

-Choose your last words, this is the last time-

hope y'all are prepared for the feels <3

JJ toed at the muddy grass with his wet sneaker. Everything was wet. Puddles formed around the plastic chairs they were sitting on to the side of the big marquee made of what looked like cling wrap.

The torn up grass just got stuck to his shoe. He drummed his chewed fingernails against his knee and sat back.

People bustled around him, waving their walkie talkies and clipboards and yelling to each other. They were giving him a headache. He kept his eyes fixed on the crashing waves when the lighthouse's beam swung back around and lit up the violent dark ocean and the little boats wave-hopping through it all.

They'd been sent out a few minutes ago, the men and women in lifejackets that Sarah and John B and Iggy didn't have, and now JJ felt like vomiting all over the rain jacket someone had handed him.

No one could see the little cigarette boat anymore, and a second later the boats with flashing lights and sirens that were chasing them disappeared into the storm too.

Someone grabbed his sleeve, and he turned a little. Kiara was crying. She sat between him and Pope looking very small in the extra large rain jacket. He patted her hand.

Pope was eyeing the crowd of officers around the entire office-like set up. There were huge metal boxes with twiddling knobs that people with headphones were messing with. They looked stressed, but probably for different reasons.

JJ imagined stabbing Shoupe violently for a moment, and then went back to watching the ocean.

"Subject is changing heading," a man with glasses too big for him said, looking up from a monitor. "They're headed south."

"In that boat?"

They must have seen the boats sent out after them and decided to go straight into the open ocean instead of following the coast along into a bay where they could cut across. JJ knew that, because it's exactly what he would do. The stupidest thing ever.

He slumped in his chair. An awful feeling rose in his chest. Something like dread.

"Suspect is attempting to escape to the south," a voice said over a radio that was immediately turned up. The lady's voice was scratchy. Power Lines were probably down. The storm had reached the island too. "Our attempts to contact the vessel were unsuccessful. We're gettin hammered here."

JJ blinked rain out of his eyes.

"Hold your position, Captain," the main guy said. He looked so movie like in his uniform, JJ half expected him to be wearing sunglasses.

"Roger that."

The guy, the SBI agent on top, the man JJ was literally relying on to bring his friends back, looked into the crowd of people milling to the side. To the person JJ would trust the least to do exactly anything. "I've got one more card I think we can play."

Ward Cameron walked into the tent. Kiara spat at his feet.

He was waved over to the bulletin maps and cops, and then he was handed a walkie talkie of all things. JJ exchanged a look with Pope, who was sweating like a pig.

Were they trying to usher John B and Iggy further out into the storm?

"John B? John B, I know you are there, son. I know you can hear me," Ward trembled. He looked like a kicked puppy. JJ wanted to set him on fire. "And if you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter then you will turn that boat around, and come back."