Milo tried to stand, but Garrett's hands on his shoulders kept him on the floor. Quill glanced down at him for a second then left the room. A moment later, he returned with a pistol in his hand. The same pistol he'd been fighting with earlier.
"Indigo, please!" Milo begged, finally giving in to desperation. Indigo took the gun from Quill's hand, then waited while Quill made sure everything was in working order. Then, Quill stepped away.
"Please, Indigo, don't do this!" Milo yelled. She adjusted the gun in her hand before aiming it at his head. Tears were in her eyes. Milo was struggling furiously against Garrett.
"Please! If it has to happen, please someone else do it!"
"Indigo, maybe I should..." Garrett said.
"No," Indigo said, her voice incredibly quiet. "It has to be me." She wiped her eyes again.
"Indigo..." Milo said, his tone matching hers. He was suddenly sitting still. "Please."
"I have to do this," she said, adjusting her hands on the pistol one more time. "Miles..." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "Forgive me."
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes...
And fired.
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The Seven Revels
Science FictionEarth is dead. Seven teenagers managed to escape aboard a stolen airship and were caught by the International Space Association. In a desperate attempt to survive, they successfully made themselves enemies of the ISA and are now on the run from Agen...
