Heroic(?) charge

You feel a swelling of rage as you witness these strangers violate your woman. Your grab the wrench, throw the door open, let out a bellow so loud that the entire neighborhood could probably hear you, and charge into the fray.

Unfortunately these guys are faster than you and you have given up all element of surprise. You make it three steps before the one on the left has drawn his gun and shot you on your left side just below the ribs. Your adrenaline keeps you going the remaining distance and you tackle the gunman to off of Lea. The distraction is enough for her to free her hand, grab a knife and slit the other man's throat.

As you struggle with the gunman you feel yourself getting weaker. He manages to get on top and point a gun at your head. He pauses long enough for you to notice his wild eyes, unkept beard, and sadistic grin. Just before he pulls the trigger Lea ends his life with a blade to the heart. The body falls on top of you and you rest a minute before pushing him off.

You work yourself into a sitting position against the alley wall, and Lea sits opposite you. Both of you are breathing heavy.

After a couple minutes you feel your toes and fingers getting cold, and a chance look down shows that you are losing blood very quickly, and that there wasn't much that could be done, since you know that the bullet went all the way through.

A glance at Lea showed she realized this too. Where you expected her face to show contempt, or maybe a bit of rage, you saw concern and sadness. You flash her a cocky grin.

"See? There was a reason you brought the testosterone-filled jerk home." You laugh at your own bad joke, and any sympathy that was on her face vanishes. The blood continues to drain and you lose feeling below your knees. "Hey, one twelve-hour-ally to another, can I ask you a favor? Could you speed this up a little? I'd rather not have time for regret."

She ponders your request for a minute, as if she is considering leaving you in the alley , grabs a blade, squats in front of you and cleanly slices your throat.

Your story is at an end.