Commission for *AgentWhiteHawk
of her characters Jenn and Jayson in their canine forms. The rifle there is Jayson's (hopefully it looks similar to one!)
This particular scene is in in her Marvel fanfic "Confession" that can be read here: [link]
Anyways, below is my version of the final scene in "Confession", except written in my style. Enjoy!
After rushing into a nearby building, Jayson paused. He was on the third floor, and could hear deep, gasping breaths close by. Taking care to take light steps, he approached one of the closest rooms with the door partly open. With gun in hand and at the ready, he slowly nudged the door open with his arm.
“Jenn?” He whispered.
No answer- all but the slow painful breaths that led him there.
The room was dimly lit, and it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust. It was then he saw her. Jenn, hanging by handcuffs, from a large pipe that expanded across the length of the ceiling. He almost dropped his weapon in shock.
“Oh my gosh, Jenn!” He gasped. He noticed a chair in one corner of the room, and quickly pulled it beneath her suspended body. After climbing onto it, and putting away his weapon, he reached up and pulled a tool from his belt. With this, he easily picked the lock until a loud ‘click’ had Jenn fall straight into his arms with a pained groan. He pulled her limp body as gently as he could onto the floor and placed her head on his lap. She was covered in grazes and wounds, but Jayson immediately focused on the large bullet wound in Jenn’s shoulder, surrounded with dark, dried blood.
He grabbed Jenn’s hand tightly between both of his. “Jenn! Jenn, can you hear me? Jenn, please, wake up…”
Tears began to flow down his cheeks as his words became sobs. It was impossible to control his heavy breaths. He forced himself to hold his breath when he heard Jenn stirring.
“Jay..son,” she coughed, her voice hoarse.
“Jenn!” He beamed, hugging her tightly. “Are you hurt?”
Jenn shook her head slowly. “You… rescued me? But you’re working with them.”
“No, you’re wrong, I never was.” Jayson smiled through his streaming tears.
Jenn looked towards the gaping door. “Where are they?”
“I killed them. Every last one.” He said in a more sombre tone. “But I’m so glad you’re safe.” He hugged her even more tightly this time.
“Jayson, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Tears began to flow quickly from her eyes like a river. “I’m so sorry.”
Jayson shook his head. “Um, you… you do know I meant what I said before, right?”
“I know,” Jenn whispered, moving her face closer to his. “I love you.”
“I know.” Jayson smiled, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss and pulling her close.
When they both parted with a sigh, Jenn looked up at him with a smile, her tears finally drying. “Hey, Jayson?”
“Yeah?” He replied, returning her smile.
“Can we keep our re-established relationship to, well, ourselves?”
Jayson laughed. “Sure, Jenn.” He said, pulling her closer. “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again.”
Jenn leaned further into his embrace. “I know you won’t.”
Jenn, Jayson (c) *AgentWhiteHawk