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goes chapter 6.
Nick hung up the cell phone and broke the news to Sara. They were just about to get up when all the lights went out and an enormous crash, like a breaking window broke the silence of the room.
Sara whispered in the darkness. "He's here Nick, He's here."
"Damnit," Nick hissed back. "We need to get out."
"Shhh we don't know where he is. You got your gun?"
"Yeah, how bout you?"
"It's upstairs," she whispered, panic showing through her whisper.
"We can't go upstairs,"
"He's probably already down here Nick,"
"Let's move now,"
Grasping around for Sara's hand in the darkness with one hand, he reached to the back of his jeans to get his gun with the other. Eventually he found Sara, his eyes getting accustomed to the darkness. The only light in the living room, being that of a green VCR light, displaying the slow moving time. They crept towards the living room entrance and peered around trying to determine if the coast was clear.
Nick moved out into the corridor first, protecting his friend. He could hear footsteps but couldn't decide where they were coming from. He was working purely on adrenalin and the fact that he wanted to get himself and Sara out alive was of the utmost importance.
They were mere metres from the front door from freedom and Nick motioned for Sara to run first. If Chad did decide to come after them she'd be long gone.
Sara ran to the front door, her footsteps muted by the carpeted floor. She clicked the door open and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she heard it. The sound was unmistakable. The gunshot echoed in Nick's small porch. Sara turned around to see if Nick was ok, but his muscular form was crumpled on the floor, still and lifeless. Sara let out a loud gasp.
She looked up and saw a black shadow fixed onto the wall, and then it quickly retreated from view. Sara too frozen to move just stood rooted to the spot. Then instinct set in and she bent down over her friend. She felt tears burning her eyes. She shook him but his eyes remained shut. In the darkness she could still make out the pool of blood on the floor next to Nick's right leg staining the carpet a strange maroon colour. She needed to get him help. He was losing blood quickly. She removed her belt and tied it around his leg trying to stop the incessant bleeding.
She didn't even realise the presence behind her. He clasped a hand over her mouth and pulled her backwards by her dark brown hair. She tried to scream but her cries remained silent. He released her and she fell to the floor. She held her head in her hands trying to protect herself. He kicked her in the stomach and back as she curled up into a ball. He bent down over her small form, and stroked her face gently.
"Sara, it never had to end up this way, you should have just kept your nose out of my business. And trying to escape, well Sara I would never want to hurt you but you needed to learn a lesson. I know you'll think twice before you try anything like this again. I think your friend has learnt his lesson. Don't you?"
Her pain was vivid but her angry was more intense. She threw herself at him, and his crouching form toppled easily on to the floor. She punched him once and then again, before he responded. He was too strong for Sara and he rolled her over on to the floor. He punched her face several times and she seemed to have passed out. He slowly got up from the floor touching his jaw to check for blood. Sure enough she'd made him bleed.
He looked at her in disgust and kicked her again. He turned his back on her and walked over to the man lying not so far away. Shaking his head, he tutted repeatedly.
"Tut Tut Mr Stokes. You aren't very good at protecting people are you? Especially yourself. Looks pretty bad that wound you've got there. I assume you've learnt your lesson. But I don't think you've learnt it well enough."
Toying with the gun in his hand Chad paced the body slowly. "I also don't think you and Sara would make that good a couple. Well saying that you've got a lot in common haven't you? Some would say too much. Look at you both now, lying on the floor, defenceless. It's really appalling, you an ex-cop as well. Anyway I think I'd better be going. Wouldn't want to out stay my welcome. It's been nice talking to you Nick, Shame you won't be talking to anyone again."
He aimed the gun at Nick's head and clenched his fingers around the trigger.
"Goodbye Nick."
Chad heard the gunshot before he felt it. He fell to the floor and the impact caused the gun to be dislodged from his hands. He breathed deeply trying to fight the losing battle but the wound to his stomach was severe and he knew it. He didn't recognise the person who had shot him, he could barely see him in the light, but then the assailant stepped forward, gun in hand. The sliver of moonlight coming through the window on the stairs lit up the face of his killer. It was the guy from work who was friendly with the two lifeless forms he'd joined on the floor. It was, it was... He gasped for breath in vain. His eyelids closed over his evil eyes and he gave up the ghost.
Warrick stepped over to the now motionless body of his friend's attacker and checked for a pulse. No Chad was officially dead. Reaching for his cell phone he called 911.
"Ambulance please. One dead, two critical." After giving Nick's address to the operator he hung up. He stepped quickly over to Sara and shook her gently until she responded. Satisfied that his friend would be alright until the ambulance got here he turned quickly to Nick.
There was a lot of blood and Warrick saw immediately the belt tied around the leg of his friend. Reaching for the torch in his back pocket he flashed it into Nick's eyes. However he wasn't getting a response. He checked for a pulse but it was very weak.
"Come on Nick, come on." Warrick pleaded with the still form on the floor. Sara had shuffled over and looked helplessly at her best friend. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. Warrick continued to shake Nick, but his efforts were so far in vain. The seconds seemed like hours, agonising in their length. And then...
I know another cliffhanger but I hope you enjoy it. Please review if possible and as always feedback good and bad is always welcome. If you'd like me to continue I'd really appreciate your points of views. Until next time =) XXX
Nick hung up the cell phone and broke the news to Sara. They were just about to get up when all the lights went out and an enormous crash, like a breaking window broke the silence of the room.
Sara whispered in the darkness. "He's here Nick, He's here."
"Damnit," Nick hissed back. "We need to get out."
"Shhh we don't know where he is. You got your gun?"
"Yeah, how bout you?"
"It's upstairs," she whispered, panic showing through her whisper.
"We can't go upstairs,"
"He's probably already down here Nick,"
"Let's move now,"
Grasping around for Sara's hand in the darkness with one hand, he reached to the back of his jeans to get his gun with the other. Eventually he found Sara, his eyes getting accustomed to the darkness. The only light in the living room, being that of a green VCR light, displaying the slow moving time. They crept towards the living room entrance and peered around trying to determine if the coast was clear.
Nick moved out into the corridor first, protecting his friend. He could hear footsteps but couldn't decide where they were coming from. He was working purely on adrenalin and the fact that he wanted to get himself and Sara out alive was of the utmost importance.
They were mere metres from the front door from freedom and Nick motioned for Sara to run first. If Chad did decide to come after them she'd be long gone.
Sara ran to the front door, her footsteps muted by the carpeted floor. She clicked the door open and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she heard it. The sound was unmistakable. The gunshot echoed in Nick's small porch. Sara turned around to see if Nick was ok, but his muscular form was crumpled on the floor, still and lifeless. Sara let out a loud gasp.
She looked up and saw a black shadow fixed onto the wall, and then it quickly retreated from view. Sara too frozen to move just stood rooted to the spot. Then instinct set in and she bent down over her friend. She felt tears burning her eyes. She shook him but his eyes remained shut. In the darkness she could still make out the pool of blood on the floor next to Nick's right leg staining the carpet a strange maroon colour. She needed to get him help. He was losing blood quickly. She removed her belt and tied it around his leg trying to stop the incessant bleeding.
She didn't even realise the presence behind her. He clasped a hand over her mouth and pulled her backwards by her dark brown hair. She tried to scream but her cries remained silent. He released her and she fell to the floor. She held her head in her hands trying to protect herself. He kicked her in the stomach and back as she curled up into a ball. He bent down over her small form, and stroked her face gently.
"Sara, it never had to end up this way, you should have just kept your nose out of my business. And trying to escape, well Sara I would never want to hurt you but you needed to learn a lesson. I know you'll think twice before you try anything like this again. I think your friend has learnt his lesson. Don't you?"
Her pain was vivid but her angry was more intense. She threw herself at him, and his crouching form toppled easily on to the floor. She punched him once and then again, before he responded. He was too strong for Sara and he rolled her over on to the floor. He punched her face several times and she seemed to have passed out. He slowly got up from the floor touching his jaw to check for blood. Sure enough she'd made him bleed.
He looked at her in disgust and kicked her again. He turned his back on her and walked over to the man lying not so far away. Shaking his head, he tutted repeatedly.
"Tut Tut Mr Stokes. You aren't very good at protecting people are you? Especially yourself. Looks pretty bad that wound you've got there. I assume you've learnt your lesson. But I don't think you've learnt it well enough."
Toying with the gun in his hand Chad paced the body slowly. "I also don't think you and Sara would make that good a couple. Well saying that you've got a lot in common haven't you? Some would say too much. Look at you both now, lying on the floor, defenceless. It's really appalling, you an ex-cop as well. Anyway I think I'd better be going. Wouldn't want to out stay my welcome. It's been nice talking to you Nick, Shame you won't be talking to anyone again."
He aimed the gun at Nick's head and clenched his fingers around the trigger.
"Goodbye Nick."
Chad heard the gunshot before he felt it. He fell to the floor and the impact caused the gun to be dislodged from his hands. He breathed deeply trying to fight the losing battle but the wound to his stomach was severe and he knew it. He didn't recognise the person who had shot him, he could barely see him in the light, but then the assailant stepped forward, gun in hand. The sliver of moonlight coming through the window on the stairs lit up the face of his killer. It was the guy from work who was friendly with the two lifeless forms he'd joined on the floor. It was, it was... He gasped for breath in vain. His eyelids closed over his evil eyes and he gave up the ghost.
Warrick stepped over to the now motionless body of his friend's attacker and checked for a pulse. No Chad was officially dead. Reaching for his cell phone he called 911.
"Ambulance please. One dead, two critical." After giving Nick's address to the operator he hung up. He stepped quickly over to Sara and shook her gently until she responded. Satisfied that his friend would be alright until the ambulance got here he turned quickly to Nick.
There was a lot of blood and Warrick saw immediately the belt tied around the leg of his friend. Reaching for the torch in his back pocket he flashed it into Nick's eyes. However he wasn't getting a response. He checked for a pulse but it was very weak.
"Come on Nick, come on." Warrick pleaded with the still form on the floor. Sara had shuffled over and looked helplessly at her best friend. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. Warrick continued to shake Nick, but his efforts were so far in vain. The seconds seemed like hours, agonising in their length. And then...
I know another cliffhanger but I hope you enjoy it. Please review if possible and as always feedback good and bad is always welcome. If you'd like me to continue I'd really appreciate your points of views. Until next time =) XXX