Another oneshot. Shocker huh?
In a review on one of my other stories, someone commented that I always either killed Max emotionally or physichally. I do it to show the difference in the flock if anything happened. I've killed everyone at one point. Except for Angel. Anyway.The sound of gunfire rang out loudly in the street. By the time I turned around there was blood pooling on the ground.
I might have screamed, I'm not entirely sure about that, but I know I ran, not wanting to look back at the tragic scene sprawled in the stree,
My feet pounded to the pavement almost as fast as my heart was beating.
In a flurry of wings, I was gone, recklessly fleeing.
Get away, get away, get away. Danger.
It was like a blaring red light in my head. Natural instinct took over, making it impossible to panic,cry or anything else other than run away.
Pools of crimson blodd continue to flash behind my eyes.
A rich red, showing just how fresh it was.
I was falling, only that much sunk in. I grabbed at sir with my clawing fingers.
I hit the ground with a sickening jolt.
No pain was felt, yet, but I was sure that it would hurt like murder later.
If I made it to later.
I pushed myself away from the dampened earth, when I noticed the cut on my arm that was oozing crimson.
Pools of blood.
I'm certain I screamed this time. The mangled body played on my eyelids, dancing a morbid dance, driving me insane.
The bleeding, the screaming, was tearing me apart.
Disaster, tragedy. The world may never know that the twelve year old and fourteen year old laying in the street could've saved the world.
I fled for my life, my sanity, and my soul. God had forsaken me again. I had lost everything
When I was writing this, I envisioned it was Angel running away, and Iggy and Nudge laying in the street, but that's just me.