"What is this?" Methos asked, still heading for the device.
"Look," I tried to explain, "just, don't touch the device...I'm....serious." Things were getting strange around me. I was dying one of those near-deaths, and it wasn't pleasant.
"He would have died that night anyway," Methos said. I know what he meant, but that wasn't why I was doing this...I leveled the gun at him as best I could and took dead-aim for the center of his chest. He staggered backwards, and I was propelled by the recoil back against the railing. I gripped it for support. I had another shot to take.
I braced myself, and took aim at the device. Once hit, there was a moment when I could almost feel kinetic energy in the air, and I threw myself over the railing. The sky shook as a concussive blast went off. Falling, I could see a jet of flame, black smoke. The sound....
The water seemed as hard as concrete as I hit it, icy cold. I was going into blackness, fading. I let the water envelop me and went down. To nothingness.
When I awoke, I was cold, wasted, wet. But I still had my head, and a grocery-list of things to do before I rested. I looked back at the crowd that had gathered, and the wreckage. I hoped I had left them clear enough....
But then, I hoped for a lot of things.
I hoped I'd be able to go home again...but let's face it, I couldn't. I hoped I could leave this behind me, but...honesty-time--how? I hoped they would understand, but some people don't take to being shot very well.
For the time being, the trick would be to disappear.
Posted on Jul 10, 1999, 6:47 AM from IP address 216.164.249.235