Kong: Skull Island- Beneath the Surface

Chapter 16

Her muscles screamed as Mason steadily put one foot in front of the other towards her almost sure death. Apparently death was a blonde named Garret. She never had given much thought as to who would kill her or how. But there was one thing she was certain of. When she would die, it would no doubt be because of her camera.
She could hear James's protest from below. It hurt more than any bullet or wound she would face. His words pleading and begging. The idea of leaving him in this world... alone was enough for her to take her take slow steps so she could come up with an idea. Her last shred of will focused on getting through the next ten minutes without dying.
"Come up nice and easy." She heard garret say. Sweating and breathing heavy she swung her body through the opening laying on her stomach. He steadily held a gun to her face his eyes cold and expression lifeless.
"Smart girl." He cocked the gun. "The film." Slowly she reached into her pocket and pulled out the canister filled with rocks.
When he snatched it from her hands he shook it and frowned. He had taken the bait. He looked away for only a moment confused about what was inside. Mason smirked. With one hand she snatched the barrel of the gun with the other she grabbed the inside of his leg squeezing it as hard as she could. He shrieked in pain as she rolled away gun in hand.
She had a chance.
She had no time to fire the gun or go in for another attack. She needed to run. A voice inside of her screamed. She bolted towards the exit where light was pouring in. Real light. Sunshine. She wished she could appropriately appreciate it. It was so bright outside she could hardly see. Her eyes stung. Shading her face she thrashed towards the thick tree line. She dove for a thick brush of tall grasses hiding herself in them hoping a snake wasn't living there.
She aimed the gun towards the cave entrance waiting for Garret to come out. Her breathing shallow and her mind rent with guilt about what she was about to do. She had never taken a life. It was the very thing she was against. Maybe she wouldn't have to kill him. She could injure him. Yes. That would work. Minutes passed. No Garret.
. . .
Garret began to chase after his prey but then stopped. He had a better idea. He removed another gun from his belt and let out three shots. He heard screams and threats from below. He didn't bother to slice the rope. He wanted a hostage.
Kneeling on the ground he patiently waited behind a rock for someone to come through. A strong frown had planted itself on his face. This wasn't going to plan. There were to many variables. He needed to end it soon or it wouldn't end at all.
. . .

"No no no no no." Mason hissed from her hiding place. At first when she saw James she was relived. They were safe again. They had made it. Besides the nasty gash on his shoulder he looked ok. Dread snatched her hope like a petty thief on the streets. Garret had him. She put her head down and groaned. How long would this game go on.
It couldn't and she knew that.
She had to do it.
The one thing she vowed never to commit.
But her promise seemed meaningless now.
It wasn't as important as James.
Her finger itched against the trigger as she aimed the gun.
She would hit him.
She knew that.
She took a deep breath.
And took the shot.