Loss and Lost - Juliet/Kent Brown

Five Years Ago...

When they attacked, Juliet had been shielded by her brother, Kent. The shot went right into him, striking his heart and causing the young Pyro to fall to the ground. He went very still very quickly as a dark wetness bloomed all along the chest area of his shirt and a crimson puddle began to form on the floor of the house where he lay.

Tears welled up and she crouched by her brother's side. "Kent!" She cried out and grabbed at his shoulder, shaking him in disbelief. He couldn't be dead! He just couldn't! They were finally getting to know each other, talking more after the telepath twins had left him for some other man or men. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was they had broken Kent’s heart.

And now his heart was literally bleeding out and letting him slowly die.

“There she is!” A soldier’s muffled voice could be heard and Juliet’s head shot up to glare as the door was broken from its hinges. Shots were soon fired at her, but she turned her wings into bladed metal quickly, shielding herself from the bullets. Plucking a few feathers from her wings, she prepared to strike.

The moment the gunfire ceased, she pulled her wings apart and threw three feathers toward the soldiers at the door. They took down two, but one of them was smart enough to dodge and took another shot at her. A pained cry escaped her as she fell to the floor, a bullet wound in her left thigh.

Gripping onto a few more feathers, she threw them at the third man, pinning him by the throat against the wall. He tried to grab at them, choking on his own blood, and eventually went still, his gun clattering to the floor.

Sadly, where three fell, three more stepped in and all of them aimed guns and other weapons at Juliet Brown. She gasped and tried to slide away. Blood smeared along the floor from her injured leg, but she ignored the pain and kept moving.

Not fast enough, though.

The men were soon upon her and she lashed out with her wings, screaming in rage, sorrow, and fear. They would get her pinned to the floor, laughing coldly as they took turns harming her with her own feathers. They stabbed and cut and laughed more.

Smacking one of them away with a wing, she lashed out with one hand, dragging her nails across the face of the second man atop her. An angry scream spilled past her now blood coated lips. “Fuck you!” She cried out in rage just before a cold pain struck her in the stomach.

“Cunt…” The soldier that had been flung away said, a pistol raised in hand. He had shot her square in the stomach. “Get out of the way…” He told the others.

Clutching his bleeding face, the second soldier got out of the way with the third. The first one stepped to Juliet, standing over her in a looming fashion. She was on her back now, head to the side as she coughed out blood. Peeking out of the corner of her eye, she gazed up at the bastard.

“You freaks should never have been born,” The man said before emptying the last nine rounds in his pistol right into her chest…