Badass Omega [MxM] - A Reimagining of Carmen

Chapter 19 - Hit and Run

After

Dan's voice sounded hollow and faint, as if he was speaking from far away. Kit could hear every word out of his cellphone.

"Murder?" he said.

"Yup. Wanted for questioning in connection to a murder - his uncle, Charles Callaghan. But then he made a run for it, disappeared, and was bumped of to lead suspect, apparently. Want me to forward you the files?"

"Yeah." Dan swallowed. "That would be great, Martinez." His hand, still gripping the phone and his car keys, fell to his side.

"You knew that man," Morgan whispered. "The one who - pointed a gun at us."

"Who did what?!" Darren choked out. 

"You called him by name," Morgan continued, watching Kit with wide eyes. "He said he was going to kill me."

Darren let out a wordless snarl. 

I wouldn't have let him. Ever.  But Kit didn't say that, couldn't say that. 

He had to get away - fast. Had to make them let him go instead of trying to help him. Because they couldn't possibly help him, not against Devlin and his men. Against a bloodthirsty vampire - and who knew how many ruthless criminals. 

Ilya had been in Manitou Springs. And Kit felt sick, sick to his stomach.

Because it would not just be Ilya this time. Kit couldn't stay in Rivers Crossing - not now that Devlin had to know, had to have heard from Ilya where he was. 

Now that he's coming for me.

And the pack would be caught in the crossfire - unless he left. Right now. 

He took one step back and drew his Smith & Wesson 9mm, raising it, taking aim, and flicking the safety off in one practiced, swift motion. 

"Give me your car keys, Dan," he ordered in a low voice. 

Dan stood stock-still, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, keys dangling form his fingers, limp at his side. 

Kit raised his gun fractionally and fired.

The sharp crack of the shot rang through the air, whistling over their heads.

"Give me your car keys, Dan," he growled, staring down the muzzle of his handgun. "These are silver bullets - don't make me shoot you."

"I loved you." Dan's voice sounded broken. 

That was the first time Dan had said it out loud - admitted to Kit and to the world that he, he... 

Kit felt as if there was crushed glass filling his chest, digging into his lungs with every breath. It made what he had to do that much worse. He forced the words out.

"I was just using you, Dan. I was lying! Some magical exchange of saliva isn't gonna heal me. You can't save me by loving me, and a lifetime of therapy couldn't fix everything that's wrong with me!"

He had to pause and draw a ragged breath to repress a sob trying to wrench it's way out of his chest. But he held the gun steady.

"I needed a place to lay low and rest up. I-I was using all of you. I-It meant nothing to me..." Kit's voice was trembling and he couldn't seem to make it stop.

"You mean nothing to me..." he whispered.

He glanced down at his feet in their faded, duct-taped Converse, then back up, determined.

"I was just using you, Dan!" he shouted, voice cracking, gun steady. "Don't come any closer. Hand over the keys."

"Don't do this," Ronan tried, voice low, empty palms half raised. "Maybe we could still work this out. Just talk to us - "