Pitch Black

[Akura]

"My name is Kurtis Driscoll, no man has ever succeeded in killing me" he laughed, gripping the blade tightly, "No man can kill me!"

He raised his blade ready to kill Michael in one fatal strike. Then it hit him, a shotgun blast to the back. Being the big man he was, he didn't fall too fast, he simply swayed on the spot.
He groaned and tumbed foward, collapsing before he could strike at Michael.

There, with a shotgun in hand, stood Georgia Brown.

"And no man did kill you" she smiled, dropping the gun.

She clutched her wound and dropped to her knees, leaning herself up against the receptionist's desk. Michael groaned as he heaved himself up and hobbled over.

"My Angel... you-" Michael began, holding her hand for comfort, he could hear more shouting, a gunfight in the distance,

"You better get going, I called the Navy..." she smiled, passing him her butterfly knife.

Michael pocketed the small knife as she kissed him gently on the cheek, he slipped away down a flight of stairs. Almost immediately after, a team of armed Navy personel arrived at the top of the flight of stairs on the opposite side of the room.
They panned out, checking the bodies, guns at the ready.

"We have a survivor!" the fire team leader called,

"Gunshot wound, someone get a medic up here!" one of his men called out,

"Miss? Miss? What is your name Miss?" he questioned,

"Georgia Brown..." she whispered...

"Hold on Miss Brown, help is on the way"