the sound of concrete crumbling, whizzes-and-bangs, and sirens fade to a low buzz. hell, even monique’s voice turns into white noise for him. he doesn’t want to waste any more time with this—he has more important things to do, and he doesn’t want to be the least bit responsible for harm coming their way.
elliott dusts himself off as he stands up, arm outstretched to offer monique a quick pull. “for the last time,” he says to them, “run and leave. everybody’s shooting to kill, and now the cops are here. fuckin’ wankers.”
“—freeze!” commands an officer as he approaches from behind with his gun pointed directly at elliott’s chest.
elliott turns to face the cop with a gun now aimed at his head—patience running thin. “you don’t wanna do this, mate.”
the cop looks at him strangely. “what?” he asks.
“i said,” elliott grits his teeth, balling his fist as it begins to catch smoke. the poor bastard clad in back wildly eyes his powered hand and clenches his hands around his gun, “you don’t wanna—”
…and one ring of a gunshot is all it takes.
no final blows. no final words. finality, it seems, prefers to be succinct.
there’s only the sound of a body hitting the ground with a thud. elliott is now a was. he lays on the concrete, eyes open to the sky as if he’s looking at the clouds, lips parted as if he’s about to say something about it.
all he is is bleeding out while monique bears sole witness.
It all happened so quickly that Monique didn’t have a chance to properly react. They didn’t even have a chance to scream out ‘ no ‘ before the bullet was straight to Elliott’s head. “Elliott!” They finally let out, Monique dropping to their knees to hold him close. For a few seconds, Monique thought that this was a cruel joke or that they were having a nightmare, there was no way Elliott was dead. Not like this. But the reality of it all hit them like a car crash, the smell of blood was all too real and the lack of heartbeat was another sign. Their body shook uncontrollably, the tears streaming down their cheeks as they pulled him closer and closer, as if holding Elliott would bring him back to life.
But all it did was cause Monique to breakdown even more.
“You one of them?” the cop was still there, his gun now pointed at Monique. “I’ll shoot you too like I did your buddy.”
Any other time, they would’ve begged for the cop to not shoot, for him to leave them alone as they mourned over the death of their friend. But they weren’t their usual self, it was their inner wolf that had taken control. Gently, they closed Elliott’s eyelids and put him back on the ground with such care before their attention was back on the cop. Without wasting a single second, Monique growled and pounced, shifting from human to wolf as they brutally murdered the cop.
