This one comes from Wrong Regrets. I loved being able to
write about Zane in his younger years. In this passage, we get to see just what
Zane is capable of, but he might have some big problems, too.
When he finally made it to the other side, he could see that
he didn’t have long. The men who were trying to get into the house had almost
gotten through the door. He quickened his pace. When he got to the car, he
crouched down and tried to open the door as quietly as he could. Thanks to all
the noise from the men beating on the door, they heard nothing from Zane. He
collected a very special weapon that Faith didn’t think would come in handy.
How wrong she had been. He took his weapons case that held a long range rifle
and walked back into the woods. Zane found a good viewpoint and got down on the
ground. Once he was set up, he looked through the scope. He hadn’t noticed it
before, but the men in front of him were Asian. Everyone truly is after this guy, Zane thought. Just
when he was about to pull the trigger, he started to feel really dizzy. The
towel he was given wasn’t doing much to stop the bleeding. Soon he wouldn’t
even be able to stay awake. He pushed his feelings aside as best he could. Now
wasn’t the time to concentrate on his injury. He placed the crosshairs of his
scope directly on the first man’s head and smiled. “It’s show time,” Zane said.
Then he fired and watched as the man died in front of him. They attempted to
hide as he was cutting them down, but it did no good. They were sitting ducks,
and before long, all of them were dead. By this time, Zane was starting to feel
like he, too, was on death’s door. He slowly staggered out of the woods and
started walking toward the cabin.
“Zane, are you okay?” Faith asked as she stepped out of the
cabin.
Zane didn’t answer. The world started to rock back and
forth, and he felt himself slipping away. He fell down to the ground.
“Zane!”
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