Miranda was quick to raise her hands, pleadingly at me,
"Look," she said, "Killing me will only hurt you,"
"How, exactly, hmm?" I retorted smartly, "My life has been HELL ever since the day i met you. Tell me, Miranda," i offered a twisted smile, allowing the cool desert breeze to tuffle my hair. I remarked inwardly, that with her hair ateased, Miranda was a looker. "What can you possibly do for me?"
Miranda looked at me, and then up at the stars that bespecked overhead, from side to side and then our eyes met. She let out an exasperated sigh, "I'm the only one that listens to you, Charlie. I'm the only one that can find Wendy!"
The mere mention of Wendy's name sent a shock through my heart. My hand wavered as I swallowed: Hard. "You know where she is?" I asked.
"No, I don't! But I can find out!"
"I don't believe you!" I said adamently.
"Then shoot me Charlie!" Miranda nodded, "Shoot me. Get it over with; I'm tired of playing games with you,"
I grit my teeth and groaned. I didn't do THINKING. I reacted. Wendy was the thinker. She was smart. I wanted to hide. Be away from these people.
"How are we going to do this, Charlie," Miranda pressed, her hands raised in surrender, "We can either work together, or you can be completely alone. You need help. I can HELP you, Charlie!" she iterated.
I was tired. Exhausted. I wish i'd never accepted the money. Wish I'd never heard of NanGenTech Industries. I wish Wendy and I had never left Las Vegas. Everything was gone now.
I dropped the gun and fell to my knees.
"Ok?" Miranda nodded and reached for me.
"Ok." I conceded and my head bobbed on my neck, "Ok.. I just want to find Wendy,"
I allowed Miranda to approach and she took the gun and i felt the butt-end of it strike my head.
"I'm sorry," I heard as darkness took me!