CAT'S POV

I took off my pants with one last interior sigh. I wouldn't do him the favor of seeming afraid, never. I'd been afraid, yes. But I never showed him. I knew it would only bring him pleasure. His brain was wired like this. He took his own pleasure from the misery of others, that I had learned about him. And as much as I was afraid right now, as much as I wanted to scream I knew I had to seem strong. I'd endured his ways with me so many times. This one time right here wasn't going to break me.

Dave had been watching Matt and Syn sitting on the floor the whole time I'd been undressing, but now he turned around on his heels. He was focused on me. His bloodshot eyes roamed my body with lust. He spat out a fountain of blood from Matt's attack earlier before walking closer and touching my chest. I felt violated, I felt hurt. He touched me again, this time only in my underwear. I knew he'd hurt me.

He cocked the gun, his grin devilish. "Take off my pants, slut." He stared at me with anticipation, gun facing me.

No, God please no. Why did he have to humiliate me once more? I would rather die on the spot. Maybe if I didn't play along how he wanted me too, he'd be confused enough to be overpowered. It was crazy that one man, him, could easily fight five of us just because he was smart enough to purchase a gun.

"Over my dead body," I heard myself say as I spat right into his face. He aimed the gun at Matt's head. It felt like a thousand volts of electricity were racing through my body. Matt, the man that I loved. My mind was racing as I went through my options. I didn't neccessarily want to find out if he could really pull this stunt through.

"I'll tell you what I'll do if you don't obey." His grin was eating me up alive. It was pure evil.
"I'll shoot his arms, so that he's slowly bleeding out. Hurts lilke shit, too. Then I'll punctuate his lung. He'll die a slow and painful death. Do you want that?"
I shook my head no. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it would burst its rib cage. I knew I'd never be able to stop him.
"Then take off my goddamned pants you fucking whore."

My hands were shaking as I did. Behind his boxers, his dick was alive and screaming for attention. I was terrified and disgusted at the same time.
He put my hand on it and I reluctantly started touching it, fighting the urge to throw up. He forced his fingers into me, making me wince in pain.

"Yeah, I know you love that, little slut. I always knew how to make you scream," he rasped into my ear. "In pain maybe," I retorted, but he didn't seem to care. He moaned louder and louder, but at the same time kept his grip on the gun.

I looked at Matt, who sat there with a plain expression. I could see it in his eyes that he just couldn't fully grasp what was happening around him. He was in some sort of shock, which was probably the best for him at that moment.

Syn was pale as the moon, worrying contrast to the puddle of blood he was in. I couldn't even locate the source. He was just crumpled up. When I looked at him, I wasn't even sure if he was alive still.
They wouldn't leave this room alive, of that I was certain.

This man was so insane, he would kill them all. Syn, the Rev, even the pretty red-head he was probably sleeping with the first and last time right now.
Oh God, Jimmy. My partner in crime. It was strange that I had almost forgotten about him in that room. I was scared for him. He'd only just found his girl. He wasn't ready. None of them was. But I was sure they'd die tonight. If I was lucky, I would too. If I wasn't, I'd have to go back to him and pretend I loved him for no matter how long. No more guys to save me. No-one left.

At that realization, I suddenly threw myself into Matt's arms, right away from Dave. I was ready to die. I cradled my head in Matt's neck, closing my eyes and waiting for that gun sound, that one shot that would end it all.

It's true that when you're close to dying, your life is flashing before you.
I saw my parents and sisters, me growing up in Vancouver, skiing to school in winter and those countless trips to the lakes and surrounding towns in summer.
I saw myself and Jimmy in high school, smoking weed in the parking lot. I saw us laughing so hard at some picture of a dick Jimmy had drawn on the blackboard in detention that we had to do four extra days. I saw our countless nightly trips to the beach, countless sunrises we'd watched together.

And then I saw Matt. His hazel eyes and dimpled smile the first time I saw him in detention. The way he put his tattooed and built arm behind the headrest as he took me home that day. Him hovering above me, smiling weakly at me right before I lost my virginity. Him driving away after I broke up with him. I saw myself touring with the guys and sleeping in the van.
I saw the bottle spin and then point to him, and then he said he thought I was the most beautiful girl. I saw him dressed like a real gentleman, dancing with me on his bachelor party.
I saw him hovering above me again, years later, right before I slept with someone the first time after my bad times with Dave.

Matt.

Even though he was sweaty, he still smelled ever so good. I was never too sure about my feelings, but now I was. I loved him with all my heart. We'd only just begun. Why did we have to end now? Life just didn't seem fair.

I wrapped my arms around his tense body and he managed to smile at me. For a second, there were only the two of us. Dave laughed, making our heads turn to the ugly scene again. "If that guy is such a distraction, why don't we take care of him right now?"

Syn screamed.
I pressed myself against Matt, shielding him. My heart was beating so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. His arms found their way around me, pressing me against him with all his force.

"I love you, Cat. Always have," he said, "I'm glad we finally found each other."

"I love you, too." He pressed his lips on mine, kissing me wildly and heavily, knowing it might be the last kiss we'd ever share. I felt the fear in his kiss, but I also felt a deep and genuine love.

"Aw, ain't that cute?" Dave laughed, aiming the gun. "My girl telling the wrong guy she loves him. You'll pay!"

We knew it was coming, but we weren't prepared for how it would feel.
He pulled the trigger. An earth-shattering sound evoked from the gun. Split seconds later, Matt winced, blood spurting out of a wound on his muscular arm rapidly.

Everything went black.

MATT'S POV

I didn't feel the pain. The only thing I noticed was the warmth of the blood coming out of the wound and running down. I knew another bullet would be coming soon enough, one that would end my life. I was strangely okay with that thought. My brain would release countless endorphins and give me one last high. From what I knew about science, it probably wouldn't hurt if he aimed right. And who knew? I was hoping someone was up there, ready to forgive me for never believing in Him.

If I was to give my life here, protecting the one I love, then be it. I just wished I could have saved her, but there was no way of saving her now. Not for me.

He fired another bullet, which missed me this time. I heard it whizz past my ear and felt the wall behind me vibrate as it hit it. Dave turned around and coughed up blood. I'd beaten him up pretty bad earlier. I wanted to seize the moment, wanted to jump at him and finally overpower him, but I couldn't. I was feeling faint, my wounded arm felt as if it weighed a billion tons. It was probably broken.

Suddenly, a movement. Was I alive? Jimmy. My vision was blurred, but it was Jimmy, no doubt. He held up something big and white. Was that a sink? I was sure I was hallucinating. Maybe those endorphins would lead me to see some sort of alternate ending as I died. Some version of events in which we won.

But then a sudden scream brought me back to reality. What I was seeing was real, after all. Dave screamed like an animal when he saw Jimmy with that sink, shooting around like crazy, but after a few seconds I knew he was out of ammo. Did he hit someone?

I almost wasn't able to keep my eyes open anymore. Stay awake. Stay awake, Matt! There was a chance now, I could feel it. I looked at Cat, blacked out from the shock but unharmed. Stay awake Matt, stay awake. There was a slim chance to be with her still.
I heard sirens from the distance.

With all his force, Jimmy crashed down the sink onto Dave's head. The screaming abruptly stopped. We heard a bloodcurdling crack as Dave's skull broke, as well as his neck.

He was dead.

Notes

UPDATE!!! Guys, I'm soo sorry I have been away for so long. That story is all finished, I just never got around to actually post something.
By the way, I have a new story coming up. 13 chapters written already. I believe it will be up here shortly.
Thanks for your patience and those countless comments and DMs you've been writing me.

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That was intense right? What do you think will happen? Are they al going to be okay?