Ok here we go. This story is giving me a particular amount of trouble, no matter how hard I try it's coming out wrong. Well at least I think so. The only reason I'm posting it is because it would be incredibly evil of me to leave you all hanging and not finish the story. (Even though this chapter isn't the end ::evil laughter, mwhahahahaha::)
Thank you so much for your reviews at least I know this story isn't a complete and total bomb (so far... there's still room for it to suck)
Oh and by the way a message for all you sick people who want me to hurt Carter: THIS IS THE CHAPTER TO READ ::clears throat:: I mean, You're sick, what's the matter with you?
Disclaimer: I want them, can't have them, I want them, can't have them, I want them, can't have them... :::rocks back and forth muttering to herself::
"How are we going to get out of here, David?" Ben asked.
"Leave it to me little brother."
Ben sighed and sat down with his back to the wall.
The phone rang and David picked it up. "Yeah...We want a car...Park it in front of the door...unmarked with no tags...Fine." He hung up. "They're getting us a car Ben."
"That's great and when we come out they'll shoot us down without a second thought."
"You don't think I put that into consideration? We're going to take a hostage with us."
Carter and the mother looked at each other.
The cashier spoke. "Please don't take me man, I have a family."
David looked at him. "You are starting to annoy me." He pointed his gun at him. "Don't you think those two have families too?"
"Uh, David?" Carter piped up. David turned and looked at him. "You don't want to kill him."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Because you're already an accessory to killing a cop. If you kill him you'll spend the rest of you're life in jail."
"Do you think I care?" He asked walking toward Carter. "If I get caught I'm going to jail anyway. What's one more body on my record." He pointed his gun at Carter, who only looked at him.
David lowered his gun. He began to walk toward Ben when a loud crash came from behind Carter. Carter ducked as the window broke. He heard the woman scream and David yell.
Then it was quiet. Carter sat up slowly, glass shards sliding off him.
"What the hell was that?" David yelled.
Carter stood up and went to the woman. "Are you ok?"
"Yes thank you." she said as he helped her up.
"They tried to shoot me through the window. You!" He yelled pointing his gun at Carter. "You knew they were going to do that."
"What?" Carter asked, bewildered.
"You kept me by the window on purpose. You knew!"
"How could I have known?"
David thought for a minute. "When you let the little girl go."
"How would they tell me anything without you knowing? Sign language?"
"Could be."
Carter was getting annoyed. "Oh please, I don't even know sign language."
"You know what buddy? I'm sick and tired of you."
Carter's eyes widened as David took the safety off his gun with a click.
"David?" came Ben's from behind them.
David turned his head, his gun still pointing at Carter's chest. Then he dropped his gun and ran to Ben.
When David moved, Carter could see Ben lying on the floor, his hand over his chest, blood seeping through his fingers. He ran over to him. David was holding Ben's head in his arms.
Carter examined his wound while David talked to him. "I'm sorry Ben. I know you didn't want to do this."
"It's not you're fault, I still came," Ben whispered.
The phone rang. David put Ben's head down gently and answered it. "What?...You SOB's! You shot my brother...So?...The doctor's working on him... Yes, I have a doctor in here...You better pray he doesn't die...If he dies so does the doctor."
Carter looked up at him quickly then went back to Ben. He was having trouble breathing.
David hung up the phone. "You hear that doc? He dies so do you."
"He has a possible collapsed lung and his chest cavity is filling with blood. I can't save him here, we have to go to the hospital. It's right across the street."
David looked at Ben. "If I do he'll be arrested."
"And if you don't he'll die!"
Ben's eyes closed and he stopped breathing. Carter began CPR, what he knew was a futile attempt to save him. After ten minutes he stopped and hung his head. "I'm sorry," he said.
"No. Damnit! Stand up."
Carter looked up and saw David standing over him with his gun. He stood up slowly.
"I told you what would happen."
Carter began to back away.
"Hey man he tried to save him," the cashier said.
"Shut up! You're next on my list."
"Please don't," the mother said.
"I have to teach those cops a lesson," he said moving towards Carter.
Carter saw him pull the trigger and felt the bullet tear through his abdomen. He cried out in pain as he stumbled backward.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Abby, Mark, and Luka were watching the t.v. A reporter was talking.
"I've just received word that police snipers have shot one of the robbers."
"Isn't that dangerous? What if the other one takes it out on the hostages?"
"I don't know Abby." Mark sighed. "Poor Carter. First Mr. Bashall and now this."
"Who's Mr. Bashall?" Luka asked.
"A schizophrenic patient Carter passed to me. I walked into the lounge and Mr. Bashall had wandered in there and was talking to Carter. Carter looked like he was ready to jump into his locker and close the door."
"Can you really blame him?" Abby asked.
Benton walked into County, casting a look over his shoulder at the chaos outside. "What's going on at Doc's?"
Abby, Mark, and Luka exchanged uncomfortable glances. Mark was the first to speak. "Two armed robbers are holding customers hostage."
Benton cocked his head and eyed them suspiciously. "What aren't you telling me?"
Abby sighed. "Carter's in there."
"What?"
The reporter spoke again. "A shot has come from inside the restaurant. Unconfirmed reports say one of the robbers is dead and the other just shot a hostage, a doctor who tried to save his partner."
All four of them turned their faces towards the t.v, eyes wide.
Thank you so much for your reviews at least I know this story isn't a complete and total bomb (so far... there's still room for it to suck)
Oh and by the way a message for all you sick people who want me to hurt Carter: THIS IS THE CHAPTER TO READ ::clears throat:: I mean, You're sick, what's the matter with you?
Disclaimer: I want them, can't have them, I want them, can't have them, I want them, can't have them... :::rocks back and forth muttering to herself::
"How are we going to get out of here, David?" Ben asked.
"Leave it to me little brother."
Ben sighed and sat down with his back to the wall.
The phone rang and David picked it up. "Yeah...We want a car...Park it in front of the door...unmarked with no tags...Fine." He hung up. "They're getting us a car Ben."
"That's great and when we come out they'll shoot us down without a second thought."
"You don't think I put that into consideration? We're going to take a hostage with us."
Carter and the mother looked at each other.
The cashier spoke. "Please don't take me man, I have a family."
David looked at him. "You are starting to annoy me." He pointed his gun at him. "Don't you think those two have families too?"
"Uh, David?" Carter piped up. David turned and looked at him. "You don't want to kill him."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Because you're already an accessory to killing a cop. If you kill him you'll spend the rest of you're life in jail."
"Do you think I care?" He asked walking toward Carter. "If I get caught I'm going to jail anyway. What's one more body on my record." He pointed his gun at Carter, who only looked at him.
David lowered his gun. He began to walk toward Ben when a loud crash came from behind Carter. Carter ducked as the window broke. He heard the woman scream and David yell.
Then it was quiet. Carter sat up slowly, glass shards sliding off him.
"What the hell was that?" David yelled.
Carter stood up and went to the woman. "Are you ok?"
"Yes thank you." she said as he helped her up.
"They tried to shoot me through the window. You!" He yelled pointing his gun at Carter. "You knew they were going to do that."
"What?" Carter asked, bewildered.
"You kept me by the window on purpose. You knew!"
"How could I have known?"
David thought for a minute. "When you let the little girl go."
"How would they tell me anything without you knowing? Sign language?"
"Could be."
Carter was getting annoyed. "Oh please, I don't even know sign language."
"You know what buddy? I'm sick and tired of you."
Carter's eyes widened as David took the safety off his gun with a click.
"David?" came Ben's from behind them.
David turned his head, his gun still pointing at Carter's chest. Then he dropped his gun and ran to Ben.
When David moved, Carter could see Ben lying on the floor, his hand over his chest, blood seeping through his fingers. He ran over to him. David was holding Ben's head in his arms.
Carter examined his wound while David talked to him. "I'm sorry Ben. I know you didn't want to do this."
"It's not you're fault, I still came," Ben whispered.
The phone rang. David put Ben's head down gently and answered it. "What?...You SOB's! You shot my brother...So?...The doctor's working on him... Yes, I have a doctor in here...You better pray he doesn't die...If he dies so does the doctor."
Carter looked up at him quickly then went back to Ben. He was having trouble breathing.
David hung up the phone. "You hear that doc? He dies so do you."
"He has a possible collapsed lung and his chest cavity is filling with blood. I can't save him here, we have to go to the hospital. It's right across the street."
David looked at Ben. "If I do he'll be arrested."
"And if you don't he'll die!"
Ben's eyes closed and he stopped breathing. Carter began CPR, what he knew was a futile attempt to save him. After ten minutes he stopped and hung his head. "I'm sorry," he said.
"No. Damnit! Stand up."
Carter looked up and saw David standing over him with his gun. He stood up slowly.
"I told you what would happen."
Carter began to back away.
"Hey man he tried to save him," the cashier said.
"Shut up! You're next on my list."
"Please don't," the mother said.
"I have to teach those cops a lesson," he said moving towards Carter.
Carter saw him pull the trigger and felt the bullet tear through his abdomen. He cried out in pain as he stumbled backward.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Abby, Mark, and Luka were watching the t.v. A reporter was talking.
"I've just received word that police snipers have shot one of the robbers."
"Isn't that dangerous? What if the other one takes it out on the hostages?"
"I don't know Abby." Mark sighed. "Poor Carter. First Mr. Bashall and now this."
"Who's Mr. Bashall?" Luka asked.
"A schizophrenic patient Carter passed to me. I walked into the lounge and Mr. Bashall had wandered in there and was talking to Carter. Carter looked like he was ready to jump into his locker and close the door."
"Can you really blame him?" Abby asked.
Benton walked into County, casting a look over his shoulder at the chaos outside. "What's going on at Doc's?"
Abby, Mark, and Luka exchanged uncomfortable glances. Mark was the first to speak. "Two armed robbers are holding customers hostage."
Benton cocked his head and eyed them suspiciously. "What aren't you telling me?"
Abby sighed. "Carter's in there."
"What?"
The reporter spoke again. "A shot has come from inside the restaurant. Unconfirmed reports say one of the robbers is dead and the other just shot a hostage, a doctor who tried to save his partner."
All four of them turned their faces towards the t.v, eyes wide.