<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Noah</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> A hero's choice always has consequences<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Dom, Tim, Mika</div><br/>Rigid. His whole body rigid the whole time. Noah could not loosen up for anything. Tim's voice in his ears sent such large chills down his spine he thought it might shatter to pieces. He wished it would so he didn't have stand between two of the girls he had been with the longest and choose which one he was going to have to kill. Sara was like a sister to him, but he wouldn't be in this situation right now if it wasn't for her. She was the one who made Twitch angry in the first place by going to the front of the bus and trying to hotwire it. Mika hadn't done anything but the usual crying routine. She was not to blame at all for the situation at all. Completely innocent.<br/><br/><em>This is all because of Sara, all because of her.</em>Noah pointed the gun at Sara. Right at her head. Right between her eyes. It would be a swift death. One she might not feel, but one he would remember until the day he died. It would haunt his dreams. He wouldn't be able to eat cornbread anymore without thinking about her corpse bleeding out into the desert with a bullet in its head.<em>It's a price I'm willing to pay.</em>His thoughts were centered on her, imagining her dead. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that he was running out of time. Down to four actually.<br/><br/>"Es tut mir leid, Sara." Noah said in a low tone, the seconds ticking away. Right at one the redhead quickly pulled the gun over in front of Mika and shot. It was a true shot, through and through her skull. A spray of thick, red blood splattered the area around her as her limp, dead body fell to the ground, the sand absorbing as much of her blood into it as it could. With shaking legs, Noah fell to the ground on his knees and heaved, throwing up what little food he had in his stomach. Sobs shook his body with the heaves. With what little energy he had left, Noah pushed the gun out of his hand and curled up into a fetal position next to his pile of bile.<em>Who am I?</em>