Ana Lucia POV~
I held the gun in my right hand, gazing at it. I took in a shaky breath as my finger slid over the trigger. From the corner of my eye, I can see Michael pacing around the room.
"Where is everybody?" he trembled.
"What you said got him worked up. They went to get all the guns back from Sawyer." We both knew who I was talking about. To be honest, I thought it was a stupid move on Jack's part. They should have just waited until Sawyer willingly gave back the guns.
"Sawyer? Sawyer has all the guns?" he asked. I sighed and looked away from him.
"Long story," I said, hoping he would stop with all the questions. He sat down across from me as I looked down at the gun that Sawyer gave me himself. Well he didn't really give it to me. I basically jumped him and stole it. I knew that Sawyer knew I stole the gun. But he still let me leave with it. I think he realized what I wanted to do. That was probably one of the only reasons why we had our little 'romp' in the jungle a few weeks ago.
"At least he didn't get that one." he said, pointing at the gun in my hands. I looked at him and sighed.
"Yeah, too bad I can't use it." I said, looking down once again. I felt his gaze turn back to me.
"Use it on what?" he asked almost accusingly. I picked up my head but kept my eyes closed.
"We caught one of them...the others. He's locked up in there." I said, looking towards the room behind me. Michael leaned foward in his chair.
"How long has he-" "Over a week." he glared at me accusingly.
"And your what, taking care of him?" I tilted my head to the side.
"He tried to kill me today," I said. I took in a gulp of air, "so I wanted him dead." I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't even kill him. I looked at him and he... I can't do this anymore." I finished off in a whisper. Michael got up from his seat and started walking towards the door.
"Then let me do it." he said finally. I shifted my gaze to him as he knelt down beside me.
"They're animals. I've seen these people and they are... animals! They took my son! Right out of my hands! They took my son and- I'll do it. Give me the gun. I'll kill him... 'cause that's what they do!" I stared at him for a minute before handing him the gun. He shifted his gaze from me to the gun.
"Whats the combination?" he asked, not taking his gaze off the gun. He stood up and looked down at me as I put my head in my hands. I sighed.
"Eighteen right, one left, thirty one right." I lifted my head and watched as Michael glanced at the door then turn his gaze back towards the gun. He sighed.
"I'm sorry." he choked. Somehow I knew what he was going to do.
"For what?" I asked looking up at him. He lifted up the gun and pulled the trigger. I gasped as the bullet his my skin and I stared at him in desbelief. At least now, I get to see my baby. I glanced down to see my faded black tank top turn several shades darker. I felt my whole body start to go numb but I didn't mind. All I could think about was how I was going to finally see my babies.