there will be fire in my eyes and stains on my notebook.
The sandstorm that had kicked up was ruthless. Behind the window, Colt could barely make out anything. It was a lot like looking into the future; nothing could be seen and Colt had no idea what would become of this chaotic battle field.
His mind drifted to Helena as they continued to travel through the desert. Her pale skin, her red lips that twitched at the sight of the storm drifting in. He told her to get away from the window, come to him, come to bed and forget about it all. Then, after they had made love and she was lulled into a deep sleep, Colt quietly left, holding onto possibly the last image he had of her in his head.
The Jeep bumped and Colt clutched the bag tightly in his grasp. He glanced over at Dean, his icy orbs were narrowed and bright as ever. Colt could sense Dean’s distress, but he never called any attention to it. Everyone was on edge. The only thing they could do now was get the final piece from the Russians and assemble the machine.
There was a rattling of gun fire and in an instant, Colt’s state of mind changed completely. He leapt out of the car, grimacing as specks of sand bit his face. He held a hand out warily, catching sight of the battle ahead of them and quickly broke into a sprint, leading the rest of his men into the heart of the battle.
He tossed the bag with the pieces inside over his shoulders and pulled his weapon out of his holster. Fuck. This storm. It had no mercy on them. Thankfully it had no mercy on the Russians either, with the exception of some, the ones that were not human. As he turned, he realized he had lost his men in the sand. The grunts and bellowing of soldiers surrounded Colt, but he could not see any of it.
Cursing to himself. Colt continued to move forward, pressing to find the remaining piece. That was when a jolt of electricity ran through him, turning him around on his heels to see red hair tossing in the wind. The sparkle of two sharp blades spun in Bonnie Piper’s hands as she slowly approached Colt, looking more wolfish than their last incident. His eyes narrowed as he steadied himself, watching her intently.
“The same to you, Piper. I only wished it was under different circumstances,” Colt rebutted, not removing his gaze off of her.
“That’s the only way you’re going to get them if you think for a second I’m going to hand them over to you,” Colt growled and whipped his gun up and aimed straight at Bonnie as she lunged towards him.
He fired several shots at her, but Bonnie moved with great speed, dodging each one another she was standing before him. Colt quickly jumped back, the sound of her blade whizzed past him as she swung them with deadly precision. Cold steel sliced down his ear and across his cheek. The sight of blood streaming down his face made Bonnie chuckle with amusement as Colt held his arms up again and attempted to fire once more.
One of Bonnie’s legs swung up, kicking the gun out of Colt’s hands, disarming him. He gasped as she moved towards him once more, slamming her other foot straight into his chest. Wheezing Colt fell straight into the sand that softened the blow and onto his back, the pieces digging into his spine as Bonnie straddled him. Her eyes were wide and wild as she held up her blades, ready to finish him with a final blow.
Colt reacted quickly, lunging his body forward. His forehead connected with hers brutally and Colt latched at the back of her head while she was dazed, slamming her again into him and shoving her off. Colt scurried to his feet, heading pounding in pure agony, and looked down at one of the blades Bonnie had dropped.
Before he could react, the other blade still grasped in her hand swung and jammed through one of his shoes and into his flesh. Colt cursed loudly in pain, throwing several kicks into her ribs. Bonnie endured, the blade falling out of her hand, and latched onto Colt’s leg and swung him over and back into the ground with a heavy thud. The backpack on him rolled off, sand already beginning to bury it’s components. Colt began to quickly crawl towards it, but Bonnie was on him again, and he turned on his back to face her. She threw a punch at him and then another one as Colt could feel the earth rumbling around them. The device. It was coming together.
He threw his arm up and slammed his fist into Bonnie’s chin, she lost her balance while on top of him and Colt quickly took advantage of the moment and threw her off of him. He scrambled, limping in the sand as he grabbed the bag.
“Dean!” He shouted as loud as he possibly could, the earth filling his mouth with dry and tasteless sand. Leaning back, he tossed the bag with everything he could and watched it fall into Dean’s hands.
“GO!” He ordered and watched as Dean did exactly that, heading towards the tower.
Turning back his attention on Bonnie who watched with burning eyes as Dean sprinted towards the device. As she stepped, Colt did the same, mirroring her movements and making it clear that she was not going to get to Dean without getting through Colt.
“Give me the piece,” Colt panted. She looked at Colt and laughed again, like it was going to be that easy. She said something to him in Russian, something that he knew wasn’t just
‘well if you had just asked…’ and came sprinting towards Dean.
Bracing himself, Colt ran in front of her and swung his arm straight for her. She quickly brought her own arm up, countering him and swung the other. Colt grimaced again and looked down quickly and then back at her, realizing she had found her blade in the sand while Colt had been occupied with throwing Dean the bag. Blood bloomed out of his shirt as the two continued to fight. Each one countered and blocked the other’s attacks with great speed and strength. Bonnie skillfully threw her arm out, but Colt managed to grab it at the last moment, the blade just barely grazing one of his eyes. He grabbed a hold of her arm and restrained her as he threw one ruthless kick after another until he launched her back into the sand with a groan. And there he saw it—the final piece—sparkling in the sand beside her. Colt hastily snatched it from Bonnie’s side and stumbled back and away from her.
He looked urgently around him, but the storm was heavy and ruthless. Then he spotted Dean in the distance and felt his heart sank, realizing he was too far away to reach. Bonnie stood up to her feet, wiping blood from her painted lips, ready to take what she thought was hers from Colt’s hands. Then his eyes caught sight of someone closer, the last person he ever imagined would be his savior at this time and felt a burst of hope return to him.
“Juliet!” He yelled, tossing the piece straight at her. He said nothing else, only hoping she knew where to go and immediately turned just to catch Bonnie lunging at him with her blade in hand. They fell to the sand, rolling desperately to pin the other. Colt felt his arms shake as Bonnie brought the blade to his throat, pushing it deeper into his flesh as she leaned into it. He let out a heavy groan, gazing up into her eyes seeing the blood thirsty look she had, the pride she felt knowing that she was going to find out who was the greatest soldier soon enough. He felt the steel prick him, blood flowing down his neck and down his chest.
This was it. Just for a second, he really believed that. But then he remembered the device, Dean and Juliet and then quickly his thoughts went back to Helena and how he left her in bed that morning without saying goodbye. This was not it. With the last of his desperate strength, he swung Bonnie off of him and got on top of her again. Her blade was still against his throat, her arms were unmoving and unwilling to bend as she snarled at him. Colt with a grim look held onto her wrists and slowly, but surely, the blade began to pry off of Colt and come towards Bonnie. Her eyes widened in disbelief and then burned with rage as she resisted against Colt. But the blade only continued to get further away from Colt and towards Bonnie until it was resting against her neck and just under her chin.
She fought with everything, but Colt fought back with strength he didn’t think he had left in him. Finally, he stared straight into her eyes, letting her know that the game was over. She had lost, so had Russia. With the last of his strength, Colt rammed the blade up and into her bottom jaw. A sharp gasp escaped her as her eyes went dim, the curtain of blood that was supposed to be his began to flood down her neck as Colt made sure that the end of Bonnie was official.
He fell back, letting the blade remain in her and sat there in exhaustion as he peered out behind his squinted eyes to see Dean and Juliet in the distance, holding his neck to avoid anymore blood loss.