𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄
𝟑𝟔:𝟓𝟎 - 𝟓𝟎:𝟎𝟎
𝟎𝟎:𝟎𝟎 - 𝟕:𝟎𝟎
𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨: 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘔𝘈𝘎𝘐𝘊 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘋 » 𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳

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THIRD PERSON POV:

Ava glances over at her brother, noticing the mixed expression on his face. She can tell he's happy that they have one last chance at getting the Gold, but just like with her, he still wants revenge for their father's murder. Ava still has no clue on how John B found out or where he went after telling her, but Ward Cameron hated their family, so she can no reason on not to believe her brother.

At the other side of the Twinkie, JJ Maybank watches a Ava's eyes slowly float out of the window and her face drops while she zones out, fingers tapping on her leg in a rhythmic pattern. He stares at her sadly, his heart breaking at the thought of her situation. Neither of them have ever had a good life, but whenever they're together everything disappears and maybe that's why he's so in love with her. She was his escape, and he was hers.

He glances down at the gun in his lap and starts to put the ammo inside the clip, "We go in there, guns a-blazing, make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vámonos, get the hell out of there," He smirks.

"Send that shit right down the Intracoastal," John B nods.

"Wait for weather," Kiara continues.

Pope smiles, "Exit to Cuba."

Ava snaps back into the conversation, head shaking, "Cuba? No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan," She glances down at JJ.

"Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money," He finishes, clocking the gun.

"Let's do this shit," Ava rubs her hands together before high-fiving the blonde boy opposite her, "And finally finish it all."

After a few long minutes, the road finally comes to an end and John B pulls the Twinkie to a stop, barely taking a breath before they're all scrambling out, rushing towards the fence separating them from the runway.

"What's the plan?" Kie enquires, "Broad strokes?"

"I don't think we got that far," John B mumbles.

Pope pulls out his binoculars, squinting through the lenses before settling on the plane in the distance, "They're loading up the gold."

John snatches the binoculars from his hands, having a look for himself and watching as the Cameron's pull up in their land rover, several people immediately scrambling around them to finish up. John B lowers the binoculars, causing his sister's head to snap to him in worry, "What?" She questions, "What?"

He glances down at the blonde beside him, "It's Sarah," He whispers.

Her eyes widen at the information, "She's with them?" She lets out a deep breath, "Fuck."

He raises them back to his eyes, his mouth falling open as he watches the scene unfold, "He's hurting her."

"What?" JJ questions, "What do you mean?"

"They're fighting," He mumbles, passing Kiara the binoculars before stumbling away, "Holy shit."

Ava's head snaps back to her brother while he starts up the van. She starts to sprint over, shouting his name for him to stop. This alert immediately catching JJ's attention and he turns to her, "Ava?" His eyes land on the moving Twinkie, "Hey! John!"

It races towards the fence and the blonde wraps his arm around Ava's waist swiftly moving her out of the way before the van smashes through the metal fence, shouts erupting the Pogues lips. Ava's jaw sets and she roughly shoves JJ away, causing his shouts to falter for a moment.

"AVA!" The blonde roars, "What are you doing?"

She breaks off into a sprint, ignoring her friend's desperate shouts for her to return. JJ throws his backpack off and steps forward to follow but he's dragged back by Pope.

"Pope, get the fuck off me!" He bellows, watching as Ava continues to run, "AVA! COME BACK!"

The blonde girl can still hear their faint screams but she shakes her head and pushes her legs harder and harder after the Twinkie. It's impossible for her to reach her brother, she knows that — but she can't just stand back and watch her brother get himself killed.

JJ collapses onto the floor, smashing his fists into the grass, letting out angry shouts. The noise of a plane starting causing his head to snap up. His gaze focuses on the tiny figure sprinting her heart out. Worry itches at him and his hands run through his hair nervously. The girl in the distance rolls to the ground and not on purpose, causing him to shoot up again, staring at her limp body on the floor.

Ava skids across the tarmac. The rough land cutting her skin as she rolls across the ground. She lays on her back, chest pumping up and down and limbs lay out. She failed. Lazily, she allows her head to fall to the side and she watches as her brother skilfully turns the van in front of the rapid plane. It's not slowing down, and it's aiming right for the Twinkie, that John is still in. Ava sits up, a loud scream leaving her lungs but it slows as she notices that the plane has come to a halt. Ava lays back down, a faint smile on her lips as she stares up at the clouds. She failed, but he didn't — like always.

John B jumps out of the van, not caring that he nearly killed himself, "Sarah? SARAH!"

Ward scrambles down the steps, his face bright red with anger, "What you trying to do?" He marches towards the younger boy, "You trying to kill her?

"No! No!" Sarah runs over, pushing the men apart and cradling John B's face in her hands, "You're— you're okay," She pants.

"Get away from him," Her father attempts to drag her away, but she's pulled back by the Pogue.

"Don't— Don't touch me!" The blonde screeches, shaking her head at her father while holding John B's arms, "And don't tell me what to do."

Back with the rest of the group, JJ's tearing his hair out just staring at Ava's body. Pope and Kiara and mumbling worried questions behind him but he continues to wave them off. His anxiety rocketing through the roof.

"I need— I need to go get her," He bites his lip.

Kie shakes her head, laying a hand on his shoulder, "No. No, you don't. She's okay."

He whirls round to them, "You remember when y'all said that last time and then those fucking men beat the shit out of her!" He yells, "I ain't letting that happen again. Okay? So—"

Sirens cut his sentence off and he turns around again, watching as a police car pulls up into the runway. Pope shakes his head, "Guys, I can't get arrested."

JJ swallows, raising his hands to behind his head in desperation while his eyes flick between Ava and the cop car, "I'm— fuck— I'm on probation."

Kiara nods, tugging him back, "Look, we're no good if we're all in jail," She takes the binoculars from Pope's hands, "Let's go."

The blonde shakes his head, "No."

"What do you mean no?" Pope's eyes widen.

"I'm not fucking leaving her! Not again" The blonde shouts, motioning towards Ava even though she's a speck in the distance, "You can go back but I'm— I'm staying here. Just in case something goes sideways."

Kiara purses her lips, checking the boy over, "God, you're so in love. But, JJ, you need to come with us. They won't come back out this way," She pulls him backwards, "Come on. We can meet them back in town."

At the other end of the runway, Sarah is pressed tight against John B's chest while Ward glares at the boy in disapproval, "You think this changes anything? It doesn't," He mutters, whipping around at the sound of sirens.

Sarah's eyes widen as the car nears and she turns to John, cupping his face again, "You gotta get out of here. You gotta— you gotta go."

The car comes to a stop and Sheriff Peterkin is quick to get out. Ward breaths a sigh of relief, brushing his hair back with his hands, "Oh, thank god you're here," He smiles, "Susan, I told you he lost his goddamn mind."

"Put your hands on your head," Peterkin marches over.

Ward nods, facing John B again, "I'd do what she said, kid."

The Pogue shakes his head gently, "She's talking to you, Ward."

"You're under arrest for the murder of 'Big John' Routledge," Peterkin declares, the barrel of her pistol aimed directly at Ward's forehead, "Put your hands on your head."

"Are you kidding me?" He scoffs, "Are you kidding me, Sue?"

"Put your hands on your head!" She shouts, waiting until he does so before giving the next instruction, "Turn around. Drop to your knees!" She walks over, grabbing his forearms, "I don't like being used," She spits, cuffing his wrists, "I waited a long time for this—"

Ward shoves her back and she stumbles a few steps before sliding her gun out for it's holster again, head tilted while she aims at the struggling man on the ground.

Gunshot.

It was loud, and painful. Sarah squeals and jumps back further into John B's arms, her hands flying to her mouth. A second later, Sheriff Peterkin is on the floor, pistol still laid in her limp hand while red stains her uniform. Rafe Cameron steps out from the other side of the plane, his hands shaking and sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Rafe, no," Sarah whimpers.

"Rafe, what did you do?" Ward gasps.

The boy chuckles, nodding sternly, "I saved you, Dad," He swallows, trying his hardest to ignore the disappointment on his father's face, "I saved you," His attention turns to John B and he stumbles over his words.

Suddenly, the Cameron son falls face first onto the tarmac, revealing a panting Ava who glares down at the wounded boy, noticing Peterkin beside him, "You motherfucker," She snaps loudly, scrambling on top of him.

She wraps her fingers around his wrist and he tries his hardest to turn the gun towards her but fails. She smacks it away roughly, causing the weapon to skid across the ground. She delivers a harsh punch to his nose causing his head to whip back against the ground roughly. Ward's shouting at the girl to stop but she ignores him and continues to punch the Kook below her over and over.

"You fucking deserve this," She spits, "You deserve every last bit of it."

He attempts to shake his head but doesn't have enough time time due to the rapid punches. Never did either of the teenagers think they'd be in the situation. A few months ago, they were 'in love'. Rafe was finally getting a taste of his own medicine; after a year of traumatising Ava, it was finally his turn.

She raises her head for a moment, and glances over at her brother before pointing to the bleeding Sheriff beside her, "Help her!"

He nods instantly, dropping down beside the cop and pulling his bandana from his neck and uses it to cover her wound.

Ava's thrown to the side, her back sliding on the rough tarmac and she lets out a yell, arching her spine slightly to relieve the sharp wounds.

"I deserved it?" Rafe stands over her, blood running from his broken nose and busted lip, "You were always a fucking bitch."

He sends a kick into her abdomen and she grunts loudly, scrambling backwards before quickly raising up, her chest pumping up and down while she glares at him, "And you were always a fucking idiot," She raises the gun that she'd managed to pick up after he'd thrown her to the side and he steps back slightly, eyes wide. A devilish smile works it way onto her face, "Oh? Now you're scared, huh?"

Ava moves around him, the gun never leaving his figure as she glances down at her brother who keeps a firm grip on the dying Sheriff. A single tear falls down the girl's cheek while the lady mumbles, "Run."

The twins look over at each other, sending each other a nod before sprinting around the plane and into the tall grass fields to the side of the runway. The blonde screams at her brother to quicken his pace while jumping over rocks and her bare legs get whipped by the sharp blades.

More shots ring out causing them both to run faster and Ava whips her head back for a moment, noticing a blood-covered Rafe holding up another pistol. Sobs start to break from Ava's lips as they break through the tree line, finally protected from his ruthless bullets. She falls to the floor, the gun still in her fist. John rushes to her side, urging her up.

"A, come on," He pulls her up, "We need to keep moving."

She nods slowly, tightening her grip on the pistol before following after her twin, tears still plummeting down her cheeks.

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