I Guess This Is Goodbye [Jack]

Following the peace keepers orders I keep dragging Devroux along the dusty street. By now most of the dust is frozen to the ground by the chill of the soon coming winter. Our footsteps fall heavy on the ground as we're both on the verge of collapsing. Devroux is a bit closer to it than me but I can feel my heart beating in my neck and myself getting lightheaded as we near the station. Blood is still seeping from the bullett hole and I'm probably damn close to the amount I can loose before I pass out.

There's something driving me though, something that doesn't allow me to give in to my weakness. It's the man at my side that I have almost betrayed. I cannot leave him laying in the dirt and at the horrible peace keepers command. He needs my help just like I needed his so many times and he will get it.
"C'mon, Devroux. You can make it. We're almost there."
My grip tightens on the back of his pants where I'm holding him up because his own legs are too shaky. The blood from his cuts is running onto my hands and makes it hard to hold on.
Almost in audibly I whisper. "I'm so sorry I beat you. I was afraid for my kids."
Out of the corner of my eye I search his stone cold face. He seems out of it or like he thinks I'm the devil in person. Maybe I am. Who turns against his best friend and whips him?

Another few steps and we reach the platform where we sink down to take a few deep breaths. I cringe against the dull pain in my leg and can only imagine what Devroux must feel like.

Devroux is getting heavier and heavier in my arms but I can barely make it myself anymore. The bullett has left a bleeding hole and even though it's small it keeps seeping out blood and draining my energy. As hard as I try I can barely drag him along any more but the peace keeper shows no mercy. We're both scum and it looks like he has his own troubles.

As we near the plattform Devrouxs fists cling to my shirt so tight I'm sure he'll rip it off my chest. I can feel him shake and his eyes display pure horror.
I've been to the dc and I've heard the screams of those getting tortured. It gives you nightmares and makes you wonder each and every day when it will be your turn and whether you'll survive it.

Dev has been through so much ge might not be among the ones that will live. The thought brings tears to my eyes that I cannot stop from falling. Before I hand him over to the peace keeper I press my face against his and whisper. "I'm so sorry for letting you down. You're my best friend, the best guy I ever met. I wish so much for you to get through this alive. Don't let them get to you."
My tears stream down the space where our skin meets while my hand cups his head like that of a child that needs soothing.
"Be strong. For Colton."