Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Eleven

You needed to get to him before his heart stopped, before the chance of saving his life completely slipped from your fingers.

You charged forward as Wanda's shield fell, the rest who could fight joining you, but you didn't acknowledge it as your heart pounded against your chest, the blood pumping in your ears.

Time was running out, bullets were hitting you, but your powers kept you from feeling it too much as they vibrated under your skin, and the second you reached down for Scott, whose eyes were fluttering closed while he gasped out one last short breath, you were yanked back with a painful grip on your arm by Logan. He threw you on the ground after you cried out for your friend while his other agents were fighting the others, and you clawed at him until he aimed a gun at your head.

"You better fucking kill me!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, seething, and he smirked.

"And if I don't?" He challenged, "If I take you while your friends are distracted?" Your eye caught the commotion from the side as he pressed a knee into your chest, and they were aiming the ray at Wanda as she came floating out – their plan along, "...Then what?"

Your attention snapped back to his eyes, dark and angry, your breathing erratic and shallow as you slowly lost this battle. The barrel of the gun pressed between your eyes and you kept your eyes on his, but when you smiled, his smug one faltered.

"Do that and I'll make sure you regret it."

"Threatening me?" He scoffed, "Bold move."

"Not a threat," You shook your head ever so slightly, "It's a goddamn fucking promise."

"Yeah?" He smirked, moving to pull you up roughly, but keeping his gun on your head.

"You killed my friend," You gritted out as he shoved you to move towards one of the vans that already had a driver, and you spotted Scott laying lifeless on the ground, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but you kept them at bay, "So, you're gonna suffer for it," He pushed you inside the van and shut the doors behind him, cuffing you with his free hand, so when he finished, you jerked forward, biting the air inches from his face, making him flinch, "And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second that I take peeling the skin from your bones."
He let a flicker of fear cross his features for only a split second and it had you smiling while your breathing was ragged, then he banged on the top of the van and it sped away.

You pressed your back against the inside of the van and sat uncomfortably on the floor, staring at him the entire time he kept that gun aimed at a fatal point on your body.

Meanwhile...

"Scott!" Wanda cried out brokenly, agents lying dead on the ground around her, and she ran to slide on her knees next to his body, "Scott!"

Happy, Sam, Cory, and Valerie came out to walk up to his body, tears already streaming down Sam's face while Happy held them back, but they weren't going to stay in for long.

"Is he...?" Valerie finally asked as Wanda held his body close, rocking it back and forth in her arms.

Sam went around her and crouched down to check his pulse, pulling a bloodied hand back as he stood up, glancing away as if he was trying not to let this be real.

"He's gone." Happy concluded for him and when the other two looked to Sam, he just gave a low nod, his eyes on the ground in front of him.

The ray they shot out had destabilized Wanda's powers, but she managed to break through, killing whoever wasn't on her team with Sam's assist. But she had been weakened by it enough where she would need time to recharge.

Too much time.

Somewhere a little more west...

"Fuck you!" You were shouting out angrily, silently begging for the bullet as the realization of Scott's death sunk in deeper, "If you don't kill me dead, I swear to fucking god I'll fucking gauge your eyeball out and make you watch me eat it with the other you deranged pu-"

He cut you off when he whipped the pistol against your face, but at this point, your powers were radiating beneath your pores, and you didn't need your hands to cure yourself. The moment it hit your face, cutting and bruising the skin, it was cured before he retracted the gun.

"My turn to talk," He sat back, his arm clearly getting tired, so instead, he moved to sit next to you, and rammed the gun into your side, "You said you've dug graves before, right?"

You gave him a look of disgust, spitting on his face when he leaned closer, and he jammed the gun harder into your ribs in response, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"You're going to dig three of them for the three good men you killed," He continued, and you furrowed your eyebrows, the same look of disgust donning your features until he added, "And then I'm going to shoot you in your dumbass head before I dump your body in the river."

You started chuckling and then a moment later it turned into full blown laughing out loudly, not being able to stop yourself, and laughing even harder when you caught his look of pure doubt and confusion.

"Something funny, bitch?" He spat angrily, his ego clearly bruised.

"Oh, yeah," You nodded, smile still across your face as a few tears fell, and then you turned your glare on him, "It's the fact that you laid out your little plan, thinking you'd get that far."

"What're you talking about?"

"I'm willing to bet we don't make it into the cabin before your buddy," You gestured with a nod over to the driver up front, "Drops dead...and you?" You glanced back over to your right where he was sitting, eyeing him up and down with obvious amusement, your eyes finally landing back on his when you smirked, "You'll be dead before I break ground with a shovel for one of those bitches you called friends."