In an instant, the rescue workers carrying Jamie on a stretcher, cut through the choppy terrain of the wilderness. My heartbeat pounded exponentially, more expediently, with every foot Jamie came closer to the helicopter. The anticipation of knowing my sister’s fate was intertwined with my own destiny, was excruciatingly damaging to Wrath’s ego. Wrath was leaning on Jamie’s demise when he gave her the shot. He wasn’t thinking the medical aids would get to the cabin as soon as they did. He feeds on determining the fates of his hosts and himself. Jamie is a major obstacle in Wrath’s end game. It makes sense since she always gets the last word in.
I studied Jamie’s status as she came within 20 feet of my purview. She was wearing an oxygen mask over her pale blue face and no voluntary movement was visible. The stretcher moved wildly against the bumpy terrain and violent gusts of wind were manifested from the thrashing propellers.
The whole episode felt like it was happening in slow motion. The rescue workers reached the helicopter with Jamie, followed by the two policemen closely behind. They slid Jamie onboard next to me. Her eyes were closed shut and her skin was as pale as the moon. Office Sal attempted to board, however the rescue worker put his hand on the officer’s chest. The rescue worker then leaned closely to yell into his ear and Sal backed away from the aircraft slowly.
Officer Sal locked eyes with me, and pointed at himself, then back at me. His message was loud and clear, this wasn’t the last time I would be seeing Officer Sal. The rescue worker turned toward the pilot. He pointed up at the sky and the pilot gave him a nod. We suddenly became airborne in a matter of seconds. The two officers became smaller and smaller as we pulled up into the heavens.
I motioned to the rescue worker, pointing at the burn on my back. He picked up his flashlight and flicked it a few times. I understood the gesture to mean to take off my shirt, so I removed the blood-drenched shirt. I looked down at Jamie and her eyes were wide open. An icy blue stare of blistering hatred locked on me. A sinister smile slid across my face.