…stood Matt, still holding the smoking gun. He took three steps closer to Jackie as his arm stretched towards her, Moses-like, and his lips widened into a sneer.
“This is it, you condescending bitch.” Matt’s voice was cold as death. “You’ve cheated on me for the last time.”
Jackie felt a bolt of electricity race up her spine and burst in her head. How could he have known? She had always been too clever for him, or so she had thought until now. Her mind was spinning fast. She knew from the compassionless tone in his voice that pleading wouldn’t help. She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone bone dry. She croaked, “If you kill me, what will happen to the shelter? You’ll be killing all those animals too!”
Matt stood perfectly still. It was too dark to tell if his eyes were softening. She didn’t even know if he had heard her over the sound of the music and the other people screaming. But then she noticed a ray of hope. She saw Jack slowly rising from the floor, like a tiger ready to pounce. She had to give him time.
“Matt, you got this all wrong. I’m here on business.”
Over the thump of LL Cool on the sound system, Jackie heard the wail of sirens in the distance. Help was minutes away, but minutes might as well be years. That unwavering gun was pointed directly at her forehead. Screw this, she thought. Her body tensed as she made ready to jump.
In what seemed like super slow motion, she saw Jack lunge at Matt, arms stretched, pain twisting his face. She leaped at the same time, not at Matt, but to the side. A gunshot roared so loud in her ears it sounded like the ending of the world. Pain screamed in her mind.
A moment later she lay on the floor, looking up at…
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Alan Chin writes gay fiction. Visit him at http://alanchin.net