It was all a charade. All of it. Justin leaving me for Ethan. It wasn't true. I mean, honestly, why would anyone in their right mind leave me? It was hard at first. More so for Justin than for me. But we had to do it. And I had to give him that push he needed or else he probably would not have gone through with our plan. Of course he would bitch to me everytime he had a chance. He bitched about how hated Ethan's apartment, how he hated Ethan's bathroom, how he hated Ethan's cooking, how he hated Ethan's cat....I kept waiting to hear him tell me he hated Ethan. He never said that though. Twat. Michael is walking beside me. I'm only half listening to what he's saying. And 'why?' you ask? Because I just noticed Justin standing at the end of the block. He looks so damn hot. He's leaning against the wall talking to someone. Who the hell is he talking too? He glances my way for a second and pretends not to see me. He keeps chatting up with the man, smiling now. Fuckin' brat. This was his revenge. He was still mad at me over what happened in Babylon after his supposed (yet very staged) break up with Mr. Fiddle Fuck. But honestly now, Brian Kinney does not do pity fucks, and that is exactly what people in the backroom would have thought. I did not need that and neither did Justin. And though I was right, Justin still had to pout about it, and this was his revenge. He's such a brat. When this charade is over, I am going to fuck the shit out of him so hard he won't be able to walk for a week. I smile at the thought. "What are you smiling about, Bri?" Michael asked. He obviously realized that I had stopped listening to him ramble about Ben's new book. I stop and try to think of something assinine to say when suddenly my phone begins to ring. "Hold that thought, Mikey." Grabbing my cell phone, I answer, "Yeah?" Oh fuck.
I quickly dart my gaze back to Justin. The man had left and Justin was about to walk towards the direction of Michael and I. The man on the other side of the phone repeated himself. A choice had to made. Fuck! Someone said something. Someone noticed something. Something had happened. Ethan. So now I had to make a choice. They are all going down for this. And with that, I start to run. I can hear Michael call after me, but I keep running. Running towards Justin. Pulling my gun out, Justin immediately throws himself to the ground. The window behind him shatters as someone in a car begins shooting. Throwing myself over Justin, I shoot back until the car crashes into a pole, the driver either dead or soon-to-be.
"You okay?" Justin nods, letting me help him up to stand. "Who told?" I didn't need to give an answer. Justin already knew. Ethan must have found out he was a pawn and wanted revenge. "Um, guys?" Justin and I turn around to find Michael standing in front of a much larger man. Generally this would be a call for some fun commentary from me. However, this man had one arm over Michael's chest and the other held a gun directed against Michael's throat. The man grinned at Brian, ignoring Justin, which was his first mistake. "Drop the gun, Kinney." Now this is where Justin and I differ. You see, I tend to stop and think sometimes. Usually when it involves someone I care about. When someone I care about suddenly has their life put in danger, I need to think for a moment. That's just who I am. Justin, however, is not. He could care less whether or not Michael dies and doesn't need any moment for thought. Pulling out his own gun, Justin immediately shoots the man between the eyes. Amazing aim. The poor bastard should have paid better attention to Justin instead of focusing it all on me. Of course, that was always the plan.