Survival of the fittest - AmyMarie and Shadowfax

[Shadowfax]

"And Brad was the only family I had, yet he killed him in cold blood!" The man yelled, turning round to look at the sobbing form of Aimee.

"No he didn't! He was going to kill Ash!" Sam yelled back, forgetting himself and his words coming from nowhere. The nine year old had suddenly found some courage from somewhere "Killing him won't bring your brother back!" Sam called, but again his stomach throbbed as his captor punched him once again to silence him.

The man holding George at gunpoint turned back to him and took a moment to take in his fear. He could almost smell the fear coming off him and as he pleaded for his sister not to be harmed he merely tilted his head to the side and shrugged.

"We won't hurt her... much" he replied, raising the gun and moving his finger to the trigger.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

Three shots rang through the night and all was still for a few seconds. It was as if time was frozen all of a sudden and for a while, Sam wasn't sure if he too were dead. The child had closed his eyes as the shots rang out and felt his ears ringing with the sound. The man behind Sam however fell backwards then, his head covered with blood. Next, Aimee's capture fell back a bullet through his head and lastly the man before George fell to the ground beside him.

Behind the car, in the shadows lay a figure holding a smoking gun.

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Aimee eye's were wide, unable to take her eyes off the man holding the gun. She was going to see it, she was going to see her brother die and she couldn't even manage closing her eyes. George saw the man's hand moving. He wasn't a strong Christian, but George breathed the same words his father did as the virus finally took him.

"Forgive all my trespasses, and take me to your glory" he shut his eyes. There was a bang, he awaited the pain. Nothing. His eyes shot back open again and the man was on the ground. The men began falling all around him. The grip on Aimee loosened, she looked around. It was a miracle. Even if the savior was about to shoot the rest of them now, she still ran for George.

She flew into his open arms and he held her tight.
"I thought you were going to die" she said, sobbing into his shirt.
"I thought so too".

Aimee stayed where she was, nestled into her brother's arms. George, still holding onto her, looked up. Searching for the person who had saved him.

(OOC: Those words were totally not stolen from Les Mis)

[Shadowfax]

(Hehe, it's cool =D Well written ^_^)

Sam watched as Aimee ran to George and gave a sigh of relief. The man who had been holding Sam hostage was now bleeding from his head onto the road, so Sam shifted away from him in disgust. He too then began to look around to see who had saved them from these men. There were footsteps from the shadows and when the figure emerged and revealed herself, Sam needed to blink to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Where's my pack?" Ashelin demanded as she saw Sam sitting on the floor.

Sam couldn't speak for a moment. Was this a ghost. His eyes drifted to the roadside, but the body was not there. How was this even possible? He gulped and stood up.

"Where's my pack you idiot!?" She snapped.

"A-Ash?" Sam replied, his voice shaking.

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(OOC: Aw thanks ^^)

Aimee, refusing to let George go stayed close for a few more moments, until she heard a voice. Her brother looked up, and before George could thank Ashelin, she had already begun to speak to Sam. He raised an eye brow, she was speaking to him rather harshly after just coming back from the dead. Even he couldn't believe it. Aimee let go and turned around.

"My god..." she murmured, looking at Ashelin. She didn't like her tone of voice with Sam though, he was only a boy after all. "You've just come back from the dead, give him a break" she mumbled, not loud enough for her to hear fully. George stepped towards her.
"Calm down, we have your pack in the car" he said, looking directly at her. After a couple of seconds he spoke again, "Thanks...for saving my life just then". He knew it was cheesy, but he didn't have better words.

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"I wasn't saving your lives. I just had a score to settle with those b****rds that's all. It was just convenient for you it seems" Ashelin said harshly.

It was true, she intended to kill the three men, mostly for revenge and partly to save the three of them. She owed the siblings something and Ashelin was the type to repay her debts so she didn't have them hanging over her. She couldn't bare to be in debt to George so she considered them even now. Only Sam seemed to be shocked that Ashelin had just died and come back from the dead however and the boy stood to his full height.

"Ash! You died.. how are you still alive!?"

Ashelin let out a sigh of annoyance as she turned back to Sam. To her knowledge she had just fallen asleep.. No.. wait, she had been unwell. She had caught the virus and she was fitting. And then.. she was floating and dreaming of life before all this started. She remained silent for a few seconds, her expression changing momentarily to one of shock and confusion, but the hardness soon returned to her eyes soon enough and she pointed the gun at Sam.

"I never died stupid boy, now get me my pack"

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George once again raised a brow. He somehow doubted that was the case.
"Very convenient" he replied, leaning on his car, taking the moment to relax after an exceptionally dramatic past quarter of an hour. Aimee didn't know whether to be happy or upset for Sam. The way she talked to him hurt her. He was 9. George was giving her, a 15 year old, more consideration than Ashelin was with Sam.

"Can't you get your own pack?" she asked, surprised at her tone. She flashed a short look at Sam before bring her attention back to Ashelin. "Can't you see he is in a state shock? After all, he witnessed you pass away and then come back and kill three guys. Give him a break". George tapped her lightly.
"Aimee, enough". His sister stopped talking, sighed, and rested on the car next to her brother.

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"You know nothing of the world child" She told Aimee. "Sam needs to toughen up if he wants to survive in this new world, we all do. And he's seen me kill before, he shouldn't care about a bit of blood here and there" Ashelin said, not lowering the gun but smirked at her own words.

Sam stood there taking deep breaths, but he didn't look afraid. Deep down, he knew Ashelin wouldn't kill him. She'd allowed him to follow her for days and had never once turned her pistol on him.

"Ash, what happened to you? You died.. we all saw you"

"I never died you fool. If I was dead, how am I standing here now?!" She snapped.

"Please put the gun down.. We won't hurt you. George, tell her." Sam said weakly.

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Aimee rolled her eyes but held her tongue. George stepped forward instead, walking towards Ashelin with his hands in his pockets. He watched the pair talk. Sam's child like wonder at how she was still alive, her bluntness with him. It reminded him of how he used to be with Aimee, when they were both a little younger. When the younger boy turned to him for support, he gave him a soft smile and looked somewhat sternly at Ashelin.

"Lower the gun. There's no need to have it pointed at him is there?" He stood up straight. Although he was younger than Ashelin, he was about an inch taller than her. Not much, but it was noticeable.

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"Fine" Ashelin growled.

She turned slowly to face George. She the pointed the gun at him threateningly. She then noticed he was somewhat taller than her but she ignored that fact. If he was trying to intimidate her, he would need to try harder.

"I'll point it at you instead" She said with a smirk.

"Ash, please. He saved your life!" Sam pleaded.

"And I saved him. We're even now pretty boy. Now, someone get my damn pack before I start shoot-"

Ashelin's hand gave a tremor and she let her guard down as she had to grab her arm which was now throbbing. That stab wound was going to be a real pain.

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"Ing", he finished her sentence, whipped the gun out of her hand. He put in into his own pocket "It'll stay there for now. I know you won't shoot me but please, I don't like having a gun pointed at me". He walked back to the car, opened the door and threw her pack at her feet. Aimee climbed into the front passenger seat again, it was still late, and she was exhausted to say the least.

"Sam, hop back in. You need your sleep" George said with a kind voice to the young boy, beckoning him to get into the car. "And you..." he said shooting a look at Ashelin. "You need your bandages changing". He chuckled momentarily, "That's if you aren't going to refuse help as simple as that".