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“Sage? What’re you doing?” Jett stammered, staring down the barrel of her lover's gun. “It’s me- Jett!”
“I know who you are.” The healer growled, keeping her weapon trained as she stepped closer. “You’re not welcome here.”
“Mirai… please, we’re on the same side!” Jett pleaded, she refused to point a gun at her, she couldn’t. Sage was her rock, her light in the dark and yet the woman before her was ready to kill her.
“I don't want to fight you. I love you, Mirai.” Jett whined, tossing her gun to the ground.
“Your love means nothing to me.” Sage smirked. Jett could feel her heart shattering, the woman in front of her…. Sage… hated her.
Before she could open her mouth, a bullet whizzed past her ear. Her instincts kicked in and she ran, dashing to narrowly avoid the flurry of gunshots behind her.
Her heart sank as the massive wall of jade rose up in front of her. Jett jumped, propelling herself with wind. She felt the pain before she heard the shot. The force knocked her out of the air, sending her to the ground in a crumpled heap, her ankle twisting with a gruesome pop as she landed. She yelped, her now bloody back scraping against the ground, the shrapnel of a shotgun shell being forced deeper into the wounds.
Before she could catch her breath, the other woman was on top of her, a steel blade wrapped in her hand. Jett put her arms up to block the strikes, the cool metal slicing into her skin over and over. Jett could taste her own blood as it dripped onto her face. She waited for a pause in the stabs, quickly knocking the knife to the ground beside them.
“I’m not letting you leave here alive.” Sage growled, wrapping her hands around Jett’s throat. She forced the duelist into the concrete, squeezing with a hatred that only true enemies could share. Jett whined, struggling to breathe. She wanted to beg, to cry, to try and talk to her, just to tell her she loves her.
Jett felt the hilt in her hand, the small gust of wind that urged her arm to move. Jett screamed, as she felt the once discarded blade sink into the woman on top of her. She twisted it, Sage gasped and her grip on Jett’s throat loosened. The healer collapsed on top of her, knocking the newly gathered air out of her lungs once more.
Jett scrambled, pushing the body off of her in panic. The sickening thud made her stomach drop.
Jett could feel the bile creeping up her throat. Her face was pale and body cold. Sage was dead. Sage was dead and she killed her. She tried to make a sound yet nothing came out. Jett choked, vomiting on the ground beside her, the matter mixing with the blood that now pooled from the body.
“J——t? Je—t!? JETT!?” The radio in her ear crackled. The noise was muffled to her, she wouldn’t have known who was speaking if not for the thick Portuguese accent. “Jett? We heard gunshots, you okay?” Raze asked, her voice sounding almost doubled.
Jett couldn’t speak, she just stared. No matter how she tried she couldn’t pull her gaze from the healer's body.
“Joon-He!? Hey, you alive?”
Still no answer.
“Shit. We’re coming to you. Hang on amiga!”