Guilty

Summary: (Suicide Kings) The access door slammed behind him. TK yelled his name. And he jumped.

Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, no one sue.

Avery couldn't breathe.

He'd done this.

It was his debt that had to be paid, and he had sacrificed his own sister for it.

He was the one who should be dead. Someone should cut off his finger and shoot him in the head. They should dump him in the river or bury him in a shallow grave, and walk away like it was nothing.

He wanted someone else to tell his father that his sister was dead. He wanted to disappear and never have to tell anyone else what he had done. If he went back he'd have to see his friends. His accomplices. The pain he'd caused and the danger he'd put them in had all been for nothing.

He took one last desperate look around the emergency room, hoping that maybe he'd missed her. The room pulled in around him. Everyone was starring, but no one was even remotely familiar.

TK was coming in from the car. Any second he'd be standing there, and Avery would have to face him and tell him.

He couldn't face anyone.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was running.

The elevator wouldn't take him away fast enough. He darted into the stairwell. TK was right behind him.

His lungs burned and his veins pumped acid, and still he ran.

TK's footsteps fell further behind him. He could still hear him calling his name.

Finally a door said ROOF ACCESS.

He burst through and was momentarily blinded by the midmorning sun.

He was walking now. The ledge was ten feet away.

He was no longer in control of his own body. He felt detached, like he was watching a scene from a movie.

Both of his trembling hands were on the ledge. He pushed himself up and closed his eyes. The only thing that existed was the pounding of his heart.

He leaned forward.

Max's tearstained face came into his head.

The access door slammed behind him.

TK yelled his name.

And he jumped.