Title: ONE STEP BACK
Author: Myrtle S .
Category: Celebrities (RPF) Swimming
Rating: + 16
Characters: Michael Phelps, original characters.
Status: In process of publication
Some considerations: I can not even post the 64, but it will come soon because I've already written. I am sorry to leave you a little 'pending, but be patient. This chapter does not please me at all .... :((((((( Poor
Chapter 63
Denver (CL)
1488 South Pearl Street
May 15, 2011
20.30
"Logan? You're making me scared. Do you want your mind to answer? "
arrived in the hall that leads to the kitchen, continuing to ask what had happened. Logan was not to disappear like that. As might resent with her for having disobeyed the curfew, would never have moved away from home without waiting for her.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked with slow steps toward the kitchen.
Through the open door, he managed to glimpse a part of the dining table, lit by the TV on. The rest of the environment, including the living room that was going through was completely immersed in the dark.
He called again, "Logan ...", this time with his voice quivering.
No response.
opened and clenched his fists several times to circulate the blood. The tension had numb hands and feet. Something was wrong, he had no doubts.
He let out a scream, suddenly scared to death of the neighbor's dog from barking.
- It 's just a dog. Do not be stupid, Becky! -.
advance ever more fearful, repeating at every step there was nothing to fear. At one point saw something on the floor.
dark shadow right next door.
stood for a moment to think, standing in the middle of the room.
reached out to the wall and azionò the switch, thinking that any decision taken in the dark could not be good. He looked up at the ceiling as soon as he realized that the light does not stay lit.
Little by little, his eyes began to get used to the darkness and the mysterious shapes of the objects that surrounded it took each his own reassuring identity. The bookcase near the entrance, the mahogany table, the white linen curtains that stood out despite the lack of light.
brooded a few seconds.
The time required to find the courage to get closer. He took another step forward and bent to the ground. He touched two fingers on the floor to see what had that spot. A thick, dark liquid remained stuck to the fingers.
"But ..."
's eyes widened.
"This is blood!" He said, getting up suddenly. He stepped back, looking around scared. He followed the trail with dark eyes from his feet went to the window and disappeared behind the sofa.
A shudder traveled.
"Logan, please ..."
A sense of vertigo caused her to lean against the wall. As he approached the couch, the smell sweet blood became more intense and was forced to take a hand before his face to cover nose and mouth.
reached the lamp on the small table next to the library and lit it. A pale blue light illuminated the room. He took a deep breath before turning around to find the courage to look at.
He threw a quick, sharp cry that choked plugging her mouth with both hands, when he first saw the silhouette of a dead body behind the couch.
A broad-shouldered man lying on the ground on his back. From that distance could see straight in the face, but the color brown hair made her breathe a sigh of relief. Whoever it was could not be his Logan.
The sense of relief quickly faded when he began to realize that you are in danger. He looked right and left, carefully examining their stay. An avalanche of thoughts flooded the dark, making her fall in anguish. The ghosts were able to find it and felt that at any moment would be emerging from a dark corner to grab it.
He approached the body and struck with a kick that the stranger was holding the gun close, away from the sofa.
With trembling hands grabbed his jacket and with difficulty turned it upside down to look at who he was.
He could not give a single breath.
fell back alarmed, right in the middle of the bloodshed on the smooth marble floor. Panicked and, in the clumsy attempt to get to his feet, slid again on the trail of blood, his face forward.
He raised himself on his forearms sustaining.
When he saw his clothes stained with red, she stopped thinking. He began to cry and scream the name of the agent Bailey.
The his skin smelled of death. He crawled on all fours towards the wall and curled up clutching your knees to your chest in a corner of the room, between the library and the wall.
hid her head in her arms, muttering softly.
"Jeremy, Jeremy ..."
kept saying the name of the boy, paralyzed by fear. A thousand questions went around the head, starting as the bastard he could find out where he lived. Now he had one more reason to despise him because he had used as a naive Jeremy to hurt her, managing to turn a young athlete in a ruthless murderess.
Jeremy Tannon was over in a game more than him, from which nobody could get out clean. Yusupov and his partner had cheated and bought with promises of easy gain and fame. And he was not able to say no.
feel sorry. Maybe it was not perfect, but not merited die. He had trusted the wrong people and now I pay the consequences.
The sweat froze on his back, thinking he had risked the same fate when she agreed to dope Michael, blinded by resentment he felt for the death of Todd.
A sense of powerlessness led him in the bile from the stomach. She could not stand all this horror and she wanted her life. He leverages his knees and his feet.
had to find Logan, immediately.
ran into the kitchen and without thinking turned on the light.
The room was empty.
had already crossed the threshold, turned in the opposite direction when he heard a faint breath.
"Becky ..."
He stopped opening his eyes.
Her heart jumped in my chest with joy.
was her voice, her breath.
"Logan! Logan, "he shouted with a smile. The man, with his back against the wall, was sitting on the floor with legs stretched out on the floor.
his chin to his chest, as if he lacked the forces necessary to keep it up. He clutched his stomach with his arms and a shoulder sustained against the side of the refrigerator.
"Are you okay? What happened? "
slid next to him and knelt before him. "Are you hurt? Answer me! How are you? "
" It was just a boy ... "he murmured in an unsteady voice and always looking down," Bailey agent Congratulations, you've just shot a kid. " He pointed a sarcastic laugh immediately interrupted by a cough that forced him to lean forward.
"Do not talk," she said lifting her face with both hands and looking worried to see what his condition.
"It was not your fault!" She said apprehensively. "I Please, look at me and tell me you're okay! "
His chest rose and fell slow and heavy, so much so that he could feel the fatigue.
He smiled and gathering the strength he had left, moved the hair behind one ear, while his other hand continued to keep the stomach.
"I am happy to have spent these months with you."
"What are you saying! This is not the time to say certain things. "
"Oh, Becky ... you're wrong."
She shook her head. He did not want to see the truth. It was the first time recognized the face of Logan expression so intense.
When he reached out to seek his cheek, she held her back. He wanted to extend that caress as possible. "Logan, you'll be fine. Do not worry, I'll think of you. "
Her eyes filled with tears.
He smiled one last time before leaving his hand fall to the ground, powerless.
"Logan! What's the matter? Logan! "
noticed the back of his hand covered with blood.
"No! No ... "she cried aprendogli arms to look at the wound on his stomach," Why do not you tell me! My God, no! "
He rushed to the sink, took a rag and soaked it with water. Pressed against him, right where the blood flowed more abundant.
"We have to call an ambulance! I ... I ... I have to do something. " He stammered in confusion with his heart in his throat, trying to remain calm.
reached for the table to grab the handset and call for help, but it was too far away to be able to take it without stopping to dab the wound with your other hand.
Only a faint sound ask her to stop. "Do not do it. There's no time ... "he whispered with his eyes fixed on deaf ears. Her lips parted and swollen. "S ... beat it, Becky!" Ordered her out of throwing his voice to a strained gasp, "He's here!"
saw him broaden his shoulders and puffed out his chest for a last breath .
Then nothing.
There was a pause.
"The ... Logan. " She called him gently shaking his shoulders, thinking he had fainted. The head fell forward, examined.
"Logan!" He insisted, staring in disbelief, hands motionless on her stomach.
put your ear to her mouth, hoping to hear his breath, careful not stop to staunch the wound.
Logan's eyes were still open, but lifeless.
He took his hands from his chest and lifted into the air, watching them with no expression.
He lowered his eyes and stroked her face, getting his blood. He rested his cheek on his heart, and curl up in his arms, clutching his shirt between his fingers.
"It'll be all right," said the voice artifacts, while the tears quickly slipped on her lips, "You know, Bailey's agent, when it's all over I want you to Alec. He will go mad for you! She loves movies and FBI ... "
desperately burst into tears, "Oh God, Logan! Logan. "
rest on the floor, stretching out completely, taking with it the body of his bodyguard. Did not want to let him go. The heat emanating from the illusion that it was still there with her. He leaned his forehead against her, kissed her cheek again and whispered in his ear.
"You can not do this to me, Bailey's agent," said sobbing, "I hurt everyone I love! Always, always! "
The sense of guilt for the death of Logan, mixed with the pain he felt, took away his senses. The void that was canceled in digging into her every instinct of survival, taking away the sense of reality.
"Enough. Just run .... "
Like an automaton Logan fumbled under his jacket up to the holster. Disappointed looked around. With the corner of my eye caught sight of his gun on the floor proprio accanto al frigorifero.
La prese.
“Voglio venire con te”.
Posò le labbra su quelle livide di Bailey per un ultimo saluto e puntò l’arma sotto la gola.
Chiuse gli occhi.
Denver (CL)
Kainton’s School − Meeting primaverile
May 15, 2011
23.00
"Bob, you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"You can accompany Alejandro in Baltimore?"
Bowman nodded. "Yes, no problem. Can return with the other guys in the team's coach with the NBAC. But where do you go? "
swimmer thanked him, shook his hand. "Do not worry. I have to fix an issue. We will reach home. "
Bob said, but his strange behavior not entirely convinced.
Michael led the ' Escalade evening traffic in Denver for more than an hour before taking a decision. He wanted to know that address more than anything else, but did not know what to do right.
Part of him wanted to take revenge and, probably, if he was face to face with that worm would have found the courage to kill him without mercy, just as he had done with her Becky.
But after all was just a boy, not a murderess. In his life he had never harmed anyone and the idea of taking the life of another person was completely out of his nature.
And then there was the little Alec to think about, because it would be the first to pay if he had gone along with such madness.
stiffened leg muscles remembering the day he went to Maine for the funeral. Then a flash of one of the many nights spent Geneva. His hands on her, the plush of the national slipped down my spine. That same sweatshirt that was now lying under the ground with the woman he loved.
"Fuck you asshole!"
Maybe he could not get to kill, but had intended to download a bit 'of anger before calling police to report him.
typed in the address that Robert had given him on TV and let himself be guided by the system.
He stopped the car a couple of blocks from your destination. He shook hands on the wheel, trying to calm down.
closed his eyes thinking back to what Rebecca had suffered before dying. But despite the anger, would not that instincts take over.
"What am I doing here!"
struggled against itself, torn between the desire for revenge and a willingness to do the right thing.
A gunshot ripped through the silence of the night.
He opened the door and looked down the road trying to figure out where it came from that sound.
began to run.
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