Mako's Message: So...This is not what I should be doing, but I this idea, and I wrote this very short story, and i wasn't sure what I should do with it, but apparently I've decided to share it, so here it.
The scream was shrill and piercing. It was full of shock and pain. And what made it even worse was that it came from Mindy's throat.
He punched the man at hand in the face and ran towards the scream.
He burst through the door and out onto the dock, where Hit Girl lay crumpled on the ground, blood rapidly pooling around her.
The man in black turned to look at Dave and grinned wickedly then bowed with great flourish before turning and walking off.
The phone Dave didn't remember taking out fell from his hand and clattered to the ground.
He ran to her, not caring for the blood, and desperately tried to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Only there wasn't one wound, there were six. The most damning of which was across her neck, allowing her blood to pour from her like a faucet.
She turned her eyes to him, eye full of shock and fear.
"I can stop this, don't worry, I can do this." he said, unable to keep the panic from his own voice. But the truth was he was trying to reassure himself more than her. How he could stop the bleeding from her neck without hurting her even more he had no idea. Maybe if he had duck tape he could tape the wound over and buy some time, but he knew she would bleed out before he could find any.
Mindy shook her head, so slightly and so fast that it could have just been her body trembling. She swallowed and coughed, spattering blood on him, "I'm sorry..."
"No, no. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. You're going to be okay."
Mindy's lips curled into a soft smile as tears filled her eyes, "I-" she was interrupted as she coughed up more blood, wincing in pain,"love you."
"Mindy, I" her face was so pale, the light in her eyes was already dimming, "I know."
She struggled to reach a hand up, her fingers barely reaching him, "Kiss? Please?"
Dear god why. Why.
Why had this happened? Why had he never said anything? Why was he losing her?
He leaned in and kissed her gently, then pulled away and said, "I love you."
The tears were pooling around her eyes and soaking her mask and in that instant she looked happier than he'd seen her in ages. He kissed her again.
And he felt her die.
Her body lay limp in his arms, eyes unseeing.
The sight of those eyes, unfocused and dark, broke him.
And as he screamed out his pain, regret, and sorrow, a nine-one-one operator that had been reflexively speed dialed desperately tried to track the source of the call.