[ Faraday’s eyes bore holes into Alec’s back as he approaches Wyatt, who merely watches with that hint of dark amusement on his face. Wyatt’s attention is split, Faraday knows; easier to watch two men who stand side-by-side than to watch them staggered like this. Once he counts his money and lets Alec leave (if he lets him leave; slimy bastard as he is, he could very well pocket the money and shoot them both dead to claim the bounties), Faraday figures he’ll take his chances.
Except he doesn’t get the chance.
Because Alec surges forward, goes for Wyatt’s guns – starts with the wrong gun, in fact, and Faraday hardly has time to wonder how the hell he could make such a suicidal mistake. Wyatt fires, and the shot meant for Faraday gets knocked off course, grazing Faraday’s arm instead of burying into his chest. With hardly space for a breath after the guns fire, a third shot rings out.
The bullet bores a hole in Wyatt’s brow. His head jerks back with the impact, drags the rest of his body down with him to the dirt. He dies, wide-eyed and staring up at the blue expanse of sky. The instant the last bit of breath leaves Wyatt’s lungs, Faraday feels the barriers in his chest crash down, feels the shadowy curl swell back into being behind his heart. And maybe he should puzzle over the sense of relief that floods him as his magic returns, but mostly his focus hones in on Alec. ]
You goddamn crazy son of a bitch. [ This, growled as he charges forward, jamming his gun back into its holster. He grabs hold of Alec’s elbow and grimaces at the sight of blood blossoming across Alec’s front. He turns away only long enough to shout for May and Anne over his shoulder. ]
You stupid goddamn bastard. What the hell were you thinkin’?
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Except he doesn’t get the chance.
Because Alec surges forward, goes for Wyatt’s guns – starts with the wrong gun, in fact, and Faraday hardly has time to wonder how the hell he could make such a suicidal mistake. Wyatt fires, and the shot meant for Faraday gets knocked off course, grazing Faraday’s arm instead of burying into his chest. With hardly space for a breath after the guns fire, a third shot rings out.
The bullet bores a hole in Wyatt’s brow. His head jerks back with the impact, drags the rest of his body down with him to the dirt. He dies, wide-eyed and staring up at the blue expanse of sky. The instant the last bit of breath leaves Wyatt’s lungs, Faraday feels the barriers in his chest crash down, feels the shadowy curl swell back into being behind his heart. And maybe he should puzzle over the sense of relief that floods him as his magic returns, but mostly his focus hones in on Alec. ]
You goddamn crazy son of a bitch. [ This, growled as he charges forward, jamming his gun back into its holster. He grabs hold of Alec’s elbow and grimaces at the sight of blood blossoming across Alec’s front. He turns away only long enough to shout for May and Anne over his shoulder. ]
You stupid goddamn bastard. What the hell were you thinkin’?