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The hunt had finally ended. The man walking the streets, killing people at random had finally be cornered. Darin ducked under the table in the motel room, urging Whitney to get the fuck down already. Bullets sprayed through the windows, the slugs littering the ground around him. Sirens drowned out any noise. Why the fuck was she just standing there? Darin pulled on Whitney’s arm, urging her to get under the table. No longer caring about himself, he left the safety of the table and wrapped his arms around her, ducking down to get her under the table.

“Ah, fuck!” He shouted out, a bullet tearing through his shoulder. His weight gave out for a second, almost crushing her. He steadied himself on one arm, examining the wound briefly. She stared at him, doe-eyed. What once he drew him to her was the most frustrating thing he’d ever seen. “I’ve got to stop this, Whit...” He mumbled quietly. “They won’t stop until they get me.” He brushed hair from her face and kissed her lips softly, sound dying around him. Bullets turned into stars, sirens were nothing but a dull hum.

He closed his eyes, willing himself to stand as fast as he could from under the table. “See you on the other side, babe.” He lulled. When she grabbed at his arm, he turned to shove her away. He needed to scare her away from him. With his mind telling him no, his body reacted. He swung at her, hitting her in the face until she had no choice but to cower. She looked like a battered, bloody angel. Knuckles covered in blood and skin split, Darin carefully walked to the door. He kicked it twice to signify he was coming out.

The bullets ceased. He turned the knob, pulling the door with his foot. He raised his hands up, disarmed. He turned back at Whitney and smirked. Almost as if slow motion, he moved his hands like he was going for the top of his head. He withdrew a pistol from his waistband, a true sign of a death wish against over a dozen heavily armed police officers and SWAT teams. He aimed, never taking a single shot.