Charter heard the shout and looked around frantically. He only saw the window and he took a deep breath of air. He picked up Annabelle in here arms and jumped off the second floor. Landing skillfully on his feet, but tripping and dropping Annabelle. His leg seared with pain as he sat on the ground.
Chris ran to the window as two gun fires nearly nailed him. He grabbed the bookshelf that was beside the door and smashed it on the ground as two figures fired their amo. A few bullets skinned his arms and legs as he jumped from the window and landed on the ground.
"The police are here." Charter pointed out. The two figures jumped from the window as two police men put them at gun point.
"Stay where you are." A boy. About 18.
"Or what." One of the figures, a female. She was being seductive. Even though the boy didn't fall for it. "You wouldn't shoot an innocent girl like me."
The boy hesitated. Then aimed the gun. "Don't count on it." He muttered.
The figures laughed. The taller figure, male, smiled and looked at Annabelle. "Hello sweetie." Annabelle flinched and a little tear ran down here eye.
Chris's nose started twitching, and he started getting pissed off. A good cigarette would be great right now. He was ready to murder them.
The man looked at his watch and the female counted "3... 2..."
"Wait..." Charter was wide eyed.
"1." And the apartment blasted in flames, as the two figures ran. Everyone shielded their faces, and Chris looked up in horror. His last escape from the world. Gone.
Chris's knees were wobbley, he fell to the ground, and he wouldn't look up.
For a while he would need to deal with the world. Great.
It seemed like forever until he looked up. He didn't have insurance yet, and this was one of the worst things that could happen. He just stared at the ground. Staring
He looked up at the flames and noticed the two policemen and Charter were gone. The two figures appeared again and crept up on Annabelle.
"No!" He screamed. He was ready to keep Annabelle away from those monsters. Annabelle kicked one of them in the face and fell to the ground as Chris ran to her aid. His arms and legs stung, and there was an open gash on his side.
The two police men came back and took out their guns. And a fire engine roared down the road. The two figures stopped and ran. The two policemen fired, but missed, they ran through the houses and the police lost them.
The firemen put out the fire and a few went inside. Chris was devastated at the mess. He didn't have anything too special. But he didn't know why this had to happen to him.
He walked with Annabelle to the apartment swing sets where he saw the police guy. He had a guitar and was strumming a familiar tune.
Wait, that's my guitar! And Chris walked over to him.
"Hey." Chris greeted him.
"Oh, hey. Sorry. I saw your guitar, and I couldn't resist. I loved playing guitar as a child." He handed Chris the guitar.
Chris shook off the guitar and He took it back."Man, I forgot about that thing. It was my dad's. I played a little. You know anything by Taking Back Sunday?"
"I know a little of Cute without the 'E'."
"I love that song. By the way, name's Chris."
"I'm Hayden." And he started strumming.
