A Jake escapes from the mine one shot. Angst with a happy ending!
Thank you so much AnastasiaBellerose for the wonderful cover work!
Title is the song The Ending You Deserve by Livingston.
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Jake
Pain.
Aching. Cold. Hot. Burning, burning, burning. It rolled through him in waves.
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't see.
Dread wove through his internal organs and strangled him from the inside like an invasive vine had taken root in the core of himself.
Smoke and ash choked his airways as he stumbled and tripped through the mine.
His heart rattled savagely against his ribs.
It felt like a creature in its death throes, trying to break out of his chest.
His foot collided with a jagged, jutting rock and he went down like a house of cards. Crumpled and folded as he rolled and rolled.
Hissing as tiny sharp stones cut into his face and hands.
Ash ridden sweat trickled down his face and stung the many small slices leaking blood as he lay on his back panting and cursing himself as the ominous orange glow of raging flame inched along the underground tunnel.
The air grew thinner and thinner.
The smoke grew thicker and thicker.
The gasoline fueled fire was a monster bearing down on him and he scrambled to his trembling feet. Taking off at a staggering jog, one hand braced on the rough, dirty wall.
A pinprick of light opened up far ahead and a jolt of adrenaline surged through his bloodstream. He hurried, panting and terrified, breathing too shallowly as the rising heat nipped at his neck.
He knew he had a choice to make.
It was death by fire or FBI.
Neither option appealed to him, but as he looked back and saw the swirling, furious flames licking nearer and nearer. He knew he had to decide.
It wasn't fair.
He wasn't innocent or free from any wrongdoing. But he didn't deserve to die like an animal, run over and left bleeding out and twitching on the side of the motorway until he grew cold and stiff.
No one would miss him.
No one would look for him.
He was all alone. It was a surety. He was always, always alone.
That's not true though, is it, Jake?
It hasn't been for a while now.
The voice in his head made his breath catch, and his heart pounded painfully in his throat.
It felt as though someone had reached inside his chest, broken through his flesh, muscle and grasped his bones to pry them apart, an invisible fist that gripped his pulsing heart and shoved it in his mouth. Forcing him to swallow it.
It beat there like a Wardrum. Marching him to his death.
It throbbed and choked and filled his mouth with copper. He couldn't stand it. The pain was corrosive as it ate through his nerves and left them exposed to the heat and acrid taint of smoke.
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