A single bullet // M.C ✔️

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Nauseous, that's all I've felt this morning since my eyes first opened and met the sun. I had walked home last night and just crashed out on the sofa, thankful for Michael looking after Pingu and giving me time. I knew he could tell as soon as I stepped into the room that I wasn't me; there was something off, and that thing was my mind not shutting up. It gave me no break until I got way too tired watching Mulan and I passed out. A cotton blanket felt heavy over my person as I lay facing the ceiling, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. This is what we have been waiting for and preparing for; it's finally the end of it all. The end. Two words that will hugely affect the next part of our lives, hopefully without Noah and Unbroken present. With Noah finally out of the picture, the two gangs can merge into one big one where there are no enemies nearby— in an ideal world anyway.

"Morning, you," my heart fluttered hearing Michael's morning voice, making me daily turn my head to the side, locking eyes with him almost instantly. And just like that, my stomach settled massively as I pushed my body up off the sofa.

"Did I crash?" Hands threaded through my hair, unknotting it slightly so it was presentable, seeing him nod back at me, crossing his arms. He let his body fall to the left, hitting and balancing on the door frame to my room.

"You did, didn't want to try and move you, so left you there,"

"How romantic," I joked out, reaching for him as he stepped closer. His hands looped around my shoulder as he stood in front of me, causing me to rest my cheek against his lower stomach.

"Oh please, if I woke you back up to take you to bed, you would have killed me,"

"Guilty," I chuckled once, shuffling my body to look up at him, placing my chin securely against his lower stomach, looking at him through my lashes, sleep still clear on my face.

"Under any other circumstances, I would love this view." He had a cheeky smirk on his face, making me groan and push him away, rolling my eyes at him.

"So would I," I couldn't hide the crave and pull I had towards him as panic filled me once again. What if this was the last time I saw him like this? Images of him dead on the floor, ruby-red blood slowly pouring out his head and body, pooling and soaking into the ground flashed to the front of my mind, bringing the nausea back ten times stronger than before.

"Hey, what happened?" My body sulked down into a slight ball as I pulled my legs to my chest.

"I thought I was ready for this life, but I don't think I am." I finally spoke so he could hear me after mumbling the words to myself, trying to figure out how I can say it without sounding utterly stupid. "I'm so fucking nervous, Mikey."

"So am I,"

"That helps," I let out one, left uncurling my body and falling back into the sofa. When did everything become so hard?

"You need the truth, Nic, not some bullshit hope and story. But we'll be fine if we stick to the plan - nothing will happen to us." I couldn't find the words to respond to him. That plan had been running around in my mind since we thought it up, making sure I knew everything that was going to happen and the order, the timings, the code words, when Michael would come in and shoot from behind, when the others would storm in to make sure no one else attacked. They were to be scattered around the perimeter of Unbroken, out of sight but ready to take them all down. They just said they couldn't be in the meeting we had figured out.

It's even a serious thing when Kensie said she'd come to and get involved; anything to make it all stop once and for all. She knows what I'll do. They all do except Michael. My phone was still next to me, open on mine and Luke's messages, that anyone can see if they unlock with a single passcode.