A Stalker's Justice

| Harley |

As Brixton lies on top of me, motionless as can be, I can feel blood dripping from his wound and dripping all over my stomach.

As the fire crackles and the wind blows, the obnoxious smell of burning flesh permeates the air around us. The smell makes its way right up to my nostrils, making me gag uncontrollably.

They're gone. It's almost over… Almost over. I remind myself. Knowing that Stacks still has to be dealt with, seeing how he's the one who's at fault for this whole mess to begin with. I gently shake Brixton's shoulders to get him to move his heavy body off of me, needing to get my back off of the cold ground and the sharp, uncomfortable stick that's poking into my spine. But he doesn't respond. He remains motionless on top of me.

"Brixton?"

Nothing.

To find his pulse, I hastily press my fingers to the side of his neck. I eventually locate one, but he is barely hanging on.

No, no, no, no, no!

Adrenaline surges through me like a lightning bolt striking in the sky, and