One-shot based off a Tumbr Post. A link to the post is on my profile.
"Get down!"
Alfred and Matthew looked up, their eyes wide in panic. Policemen were starting to fill the building, but the gunmen were still at it, and neither of the two boys could even hear their own thoughts. However, they could hear their own heartbeats as they pounded wildly in their ears. Alfred searched for the man who had yelled at them, but he couldn't find anyone. But as his mouth opened to speak, a heavy weight shoved him and his brother backward.
"You boys shouldn't be here," A policeman yelled, looking into Matthew's eyes, and then Alfred's. He turned his head down to speak into his walkie-talkie, but the boys could only hear snippets of "hostages," "boys," "too dangerous."
Alfred scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion, and he looked towards the exit. The door was wide open, almost as if it was telling them to run, but they couldn't Matthew couldn't. "We tried to run; we did! But, Matthew tripped and I don't think he can move or anything what if he broke something are we gonna die here?" Alfred surprised himself; he had been doing a pretty good job at keeping calm. But in the end, Alfred and Matthew were still just 14 years old. He looked up into the policeman's eyes, fearing that he wasn't understandable enough. A sigh of relief slipped through Alfred's lips when the man nodded.
"Can you stand?" He asked, turning towards Matthew. The gunfire and the pained shouts of the people were loud, but the policeman was louder. He extended a hand toward the boy, but as Matthew put pressure on his foot, he collapsed with a pained whimper.
Alfred bent down to help Matthew back up, but something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. One of the gunmen was heading their direction, gun in hand. Almost instinctively, his hand clutched at the policeman's vest, and his voice trembled as he spoke. "H-he's coming." Alfred lifted his other hand to point, and both Matthew and the man turned to look.
Matthew's grip on the police man tightened, and his face paled. "We're going to die…" his voice trailed off, turning into more of a sob.
"Not on my watch." The man, Arthur, pulled away, stopping only for a second to speak into his walkie talkie again. Another second passed, and then Arthur pulled his gun out of his holster. "Just wait- I'll be back and I'll get you both out of here."