Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

I crawled in my skin, knowing if he tried to kill me now, I could get out of it. I could simply disarm him and shoot him instead. But he raised it to his head, his eyes brimming with tears. Then everything slowed down; double slow motion speed. His finger curled around the trigger and I dropped mine automatically. I sprung forward, to close the 3 metre gap between us, as my left hand reached up to push the gun out of his hand. The sheer force and speed of my awkward rugby tackle toppled him over and the gun flew out of his hand before the bullet had even been shot. I collapsed onto of him, planting my legs either side of his body, pinning his arms to the ground.

"What on earth do you think you are doing Tyler?!" I screamed at him.

He kept his eyes closed and tried to struggle against me but soon gave up.

"What do I have Darcey?! What more do I have? I've got myself in so much trouble, got mixed up in the wrong things, and made some really bad decisions. Now, I have a mother, who's traumatised, god knows how many people out to kill me, including you! And ... oh I don't even know. I'm not strong anymore." He spitted through tears.

I stared back at him speechless. Because every word he said was true.

"You need to be strong now!" I replied.

"Not everyone can be as strong as you Darcey." He said without looking at me, gulping back the tears.

"You can't throw it away now! Think of all your friends. They'd miss you. Think of me... You can't do that to me. Think of your mother! If you left now too, she'd probably kill herself! I know you are only young but..."

The words formed in my mind but I prayed for my mouth not to say them. But they did.

"Let's run away. Just you and me. Tonight. We'll talk to your mum; tell her we are going so she has time to sort herself out. I hate my parents so that won't matter. We'll lose touch with TAG. And if they try to get in touch with us we will just ignore them and move again so they can't find us. They won't want to send people after their two best killers will they? And if anyone comes after us, we can just kill them. Come on, it'd be good. And we have enough money to go places, and keep living until we can get a job. I mean, they paid us good money and you will have loads from your dads will and I've got some in a bank account and"

the faster I spoke, the more enthralled in the idea I became. Life could be amazing. We could completely start again, just me and him, and not have to worry about what we did. He looked pale, but possibly contemplating it.

"Yeah..."

"What?" I asked slightly taken aback.

"Yeah, we could. We are, after all, perfect together. The ultimate power duo." He mimicked my voice as he quoted me and I smiled. "Let's go now. I need to just get away from this." He said honestly and I nodded as I got off him.

"We'll leave in a minute. We can go and tell my mum in a minute, go home get our things, get on the next train anywhere and go. I just need a minute...umm" he looked at the grave.

"OK, I'll give you some time." I said and walked away. But before I did, I pulled his shaking frame into my strong arms and pulled him tight to me, kissed his forehead once, picked up my gun and walked away.

He turned his back on me, to face the gravestone and got down on his knees.

I walked away. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the start of something good. Finally, getting away from my old life. I could start again, and with him. I'm not saying I completely loved him yet, no. But we both loved each other enough to keep us together and it was enough that we would fight to defend one another. We wouldn't be stopped. We couldn't be stopped. I was just walking down the pathway, adjacent to the other gravestones, about 30 metres away from him when I heard something peculiar. A click.

I turned around to see a shiny metal object, glinting in the sunlight, held out in front of him. As his body shook violently, I instinctively produced my gun from my pocket and aimed it at him. I didn't have time to think. I had to do this now. I raised my gun up. And then I pulled the trigger.

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