Coin Endings

Endings to the short story, i just posted. Please tell me which works best.
1.)

Steven Carter sighed, standing in the elevator. It was almost eleven, and he hadn’t heard from Andrea all day. He’d just come from her apartment, and she wasn’t there. Something was bothering her, he knew it. He also hadn’t been able to find Zacharia Kirkland either. It seemed like everyone was avoiding him.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. Beyond the doors, he could see to people. The back of a red haired woman, and a man holding a gun. Immediately he pulled his own sidearm. He moved quickly, watching the man, ready.

The man holding the gun fired. His training kicked in, and he jerked his own weapon up, and fired. Time seemed to slow as Steven began to run towards the two. The man, who Steven recognized as Zacharia Kirkland, fell to the floor. He started to run faster, knowing the woman must have been Andrea.

Andrea walked over and knelt over the body of Zacharia.

“Andrea.” he said, reaching her side.

She didn’t look up. “He missed…” she said, her voice distracted.

“What?”

She didn’t respond.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“He was a troubled man.” She said, almost ignoring him. “His life, destroyed by another.”

“Okay…” Steven said, confused by what was going on.

“He was wrong though. My father wasn’t innocent. He may not have done anything to Bethany…but I was there, long before she was.”

“Andrea…” he felt a need to reach his hand out, to comfort her, but something held him back.

“I couldn’t protect her, I couldn’t protect myself.” She stared at the body. “I couldn’t protect the kid last night. And I couldn’t protect a man, who was scarred by the same act I was…” she said, softly.

Steven didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry…” she said, her voice more than a whisper.

Before Steven could react, a loud bang filled the garage. Andrea fell limp over Zacharia’s body.

“Andrea!” he cried, kneeling beside her, and quickly rolling her over. A red flower bloomed over her chest. A gun lay on the concrete floor. “No…please don’t.” He felt for a pulse. He didn’t find one.

2.)

Steven Carter sighed, standing in the elevator. It was almost eleven, and he hadn’t heard from Andrea all day. He’d just come from her apartment, and she wasn’t there. Something was bothering her, he knew it. He also hadn’t been able to find Zacharia
Kirkland either. It seemed like everyone was avoiding him.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. Beyond the doors, he could see to people. The back of a red haired woman, and a man holding a gun. Immediately he pulled his own sidearm. He moved quickly, watching the man, ready.

The man holding the gun fired. His training kicked in, and he jerked his own weapon up, and fired. Time seemed to slow as Steven began to run towards the two. The man, who Steven recognized as Zacharia Kirkland, fell to the floor. He started to run faster, knowing the woman must have been Andrea.

Andrea walked over and knelt over the body of Zacharia.

“Andrea.” he said, reaching her side.

She didn’t look up. “He missed…” she said, her voice distracted.

“What?”

She didn’t respond.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“He was a troubled man.” She said, almost ignoring him. “His life, destroyed by another.”

“Okay…” Steven said, confused by what was going on.

“He was wrong though. My father wasn’t innocent. He may not have done anything to Bethany…but I was there, long before she was.”

“Andrea…” he felt a need to reach his hand out, to comfort her, but something held him back.

“I couldn’t protect her, I couldn’t protect myself.” She stared at the body. “I couldn’t protect the kid last night. And I couldn’t protect a man, who was scarred by the same act I was…” she said, softly.

Steven reached down and touched her shoulder. “Andrea…It isn’t your fault.”
She looked up at him. Tears stained her face.

Steven crouched beside her and looked her in the eyes. “You can’t carry the blame of what’s happened to others, or what others have done.” He smiled, softly. “All you can do is grow, and be the best you can be.”

He pulled her to him, holding her tightly. Her face buried into his shoulder, still crying. “I’m sorry,” was all she said.