[ WP ] The last words ( prior to death ) of the character are simply `` Fuck it . ''

He could n't kill a man. There was no way in hell he could go through with it. 
 
 The train appeared in the distance through Mike's binoculars. He could clearly see through the side of the first class car and he spotted him. 
 
 Karl. 
 
 Karl was a pudgy, alcoholic, shit-for-brains psycho. Although he did have one thing that Mike did n't. 
 
 Tied up, gagged, and barely conscious was Mike's one-and-only, Pap. She certainly was n't a supermodel, but hardly any were. Karl had his eyes locked onto her, gun pointed casually in her direction. 
 
 Mike would have to time this perfectly. Thankfully, his position was good. He was sprawled out on a hill next to the tracks. Perfect height for the jump. 
 
 The train was going the planned speed, though it was frighteningly fast. Mike could already feel his legs telling him `` no. Please just, no.'' 
 
 Too late now. 
 
 The locomotive passed Mike suddenly, blowing dust into his face. He now had 3 2-second intervals to make it onto the train. He was too slow standing up for the first one, but he collected his thoughts and prepared for the second. 
 
 With more strength than the balding man had shown in 15 years, Mike leapt wildy for the train. 
 
 *Ka-thunk. * 
 
 He was on. 
 
 The sensation of the wind on his face was something he had prepared for. It took him 10-or-so seconds to get his bearings. 
 
 He'd now have to crawl back 2 cars. No easy task, clearly, but easier than losing Pap. 
 
 Anything was easier than losing Pap. 
 
 He turned his legs to face the locomotive and began the crawl. He made a small leap over the first knuckle and continued the slow process to the back of the next car. After 45 seconds of scooching, he made it. The end was in sight. 
 
 He dropped down into the space between his car and the car containing Karl. He reached into his coat and produced a battered, scratched, reliable.357 Magnum. 
 
 He knew it would work. That's what counted. 
 
 He silently opened the door of the train-car. Karl was, thankfully, looking out the window. He would n't notice Mike at all. 
 
 Mike's mind faltered for a moment. Was he really about to do this? To *kill* a man? He attempted to look off onto space to consider for a moment, only to have his gaze stolen by something that would help him make up his mind. 
 
 Her shoudler. It was bruised. He *bruised* her fucking *shoudler. * 
 
 Without a moment's hesitation, he used 4 long steps to close the distance between him and Karl. He put the gun to his medulla oblongata, pulled back the hammer, and *bang*. 
 
 Karl's skullcap hit the ceiling of the car. His left eyeball was disintegrated, while his right shot through the now-broken window. 
 
 Pap gasped from the corner. 
 
 `` Honey'' Mike called. `` I'm here, and our friend Karl is n't. You're safe now.'' He walked over to her and cut her ties with a finely sharpened dagger. He brought it purely for back-up. Thankfully, it would stay dry for this endeavor. 
 
 Their embrace was the warmest thing either of them had felt for several days. Two hearts torn apart, finally bound together again. 
 
 Their moment was interrupted by an earth shattering explosion. They looked out the window just in time to see the diesel engine careen off of the destroyed bridge. 
 
 `` Can we make it off, Mike?'' 
 
 `` Fuck it.'' he said contently.
