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it!!!
A/N: Is anyone actually reading this? Someone please pity my soul, if you are reading, and review. It only takes maybe, maybe two minutes!! Please review!!
"Hey Chris!" Eric screamed. Chris moved his eyes from the barrel of the gun to Eric.
"What?"
"Do you want to die?"
"Why?"
"Why what?" Eric asked, getting confused.
"Why do you want to know if I want to die or not?" Chris asked.
"So that I can shoot you, you stupid asshole!"
"Well, if you intended on doing that, wouldn't you have done it by now?"
"No, now shut the hell up!"
"Hey that's my line." Chris said before realizing what he was saying.
"Oh, you..you're.."
"Yup." Chris said. Eric smiled.
"Now I really have a good reason to kill you." Chris was wondering why anyone, especially Lisa hadn't called the police yet.
"What for?" Chris asked.
"For winning those titles." Eric said. Chris nodded.
"Sounds fair enough." He said. The three other guys came out of the car at that point. All of them were holding pistols, also.
"Way to go Irvine." He thought.
Lisa took off for the phone. She had put it off this long, but now, for maybe the first time, her brother was in some serious danger that the police got paid to take care of. She placed the call to 911.
Jeff couldn't move. His feet were planted to the ground. His eyes were glued to Chris. Amy was the same way. Lisa ran back in. She was shaking. Jeff put his arm around her.
Eric and his gang walked closer to Chris until their guns were all pointed at a different part of his body. Eric's was pointed at his temple; another was pointed at his crotch. The other two were pointed at two different sides of his chest.
"Any last words Chris Jericho?" Eric sneered after punching Chris in the jaw. Another man held on to Chris to keep him standing. A small trickle of blood ran down Chris's chin. His anger got the better of him. (He often referred to that as showing the true Irvine in him.)
"Go to hell." Chris spat. Lisa lowered her eyes. Her brother had just condemned himself to death.
Chris head-butted Eric and kicked the gun away from his crotch. He couldn't block the other two, though. All four guns went off, 2 out of 4 missed.
Lisa screamed in horror. Sirens could be heard distantly in the background. Eric and his gang backed away and hopped in their car, then sped off. Chris fell to the ground. First he fell to his knees, and then fell on his back. Jeff stood at the door, to shocked to do anything. Amy opened the door and ran out. Lisa followed.
"Chris!" Lisa screamed. She reached him at the same time as Amy.
"Hey...sis.." He gasped, trying to smile, but failing horribly. His face twisted at every wretch of pain. "I-I'm....s-sor...ry" Lisa saw where the bullets had struck him. One was not far from his heart and the other wasn't too far from his crotch.
"Oh God." Amy gasped. Jeff came jogging up after that. The sirens only got closer and closer.
"It-t....hurts..." He said, before coughing up blood. At that point, the ambulance pulled up. They hurriedly loaded Chris into the ambulance. His friends and sister could only watch helplessly as the body that trembled with shock and pain suddenly went limp before the door closed.
A/N: Is anyone actually reading this? Someone please pity my soul, if you are reading, and review. It only takes maybe, maybe two minutes!! Please review!!
"Hey Chris!" Eric screamed. Chris moved his eyes from the barrel of the gun to Eric.
"What?"
"Do you want to die?"
"Why?"
"Why what?" Eric asked, getting confused.
"Why do you want to know if I want to die or not?" Chris asked.
"So that I can shoot you, you stupid asshole!"
"Well, if you intended on doing that, wouldn't you have done it by now?"
"No, now shut the hell up!"
"Hey that's my line." Chris said before realizing what he was saying.
"Oh, you..you're.."
"Yup." Chris said. Eric smiled.
"Now I really have a good reason to kill you." Chris was wondering why anyone, especially Lisa hadn't called the police yet.
"What for?" Chris asked.
"For winning those titles." Eric said. Chris nodded.
"Sounds fair enough." He said. The three other guys came out of the car at that point. All of them were holding pistols, also.
"Way to go Irvine." He thought.
Lisa took off for the phone. She had put it off this long, but now, for maybe the first time, her brother was in some serious danger that the police got paid to take care of. She placed the call to 911.
Jeff couldn't move. His feet were planted to the ground. His eyes were glued to Chris. Amy was the same way. Lisa ran back in. She was shaking. Jeff put his arm around her.
Eric and his gang walked closer to Chris until their guns were all pointed at a different part of his body. Eric's was pointed at his temple; another was pointed at his crotch. The other two were pointed at two different sides of his chest.
"Any last words Chris Jericho?" Eric sneered after punching Chris in the jaw. Another man held on to Chris to keep him standing. A small trickle of blood ran down Chris's chin. His anger got the better of him. (He often referred to that as showing the true Irvine in him.)
"Go to hell." Chris spat. Lisa lowered her eyes. Her brother had just condemned himself to death.
Chris head-butted Eric and kicked the gun away from his crotch. He couldn't block the other two, though. All four guns went off, 2 out of 4 missed.
Lisa screamed in horror. Sirens could be heard distantly in the background. Eric and his gang backed away and hopped in their car, then sped off. Chris fell to the ground. First he fell to his knees, and then fell on his back. Jeff stood at the door, to shocked to do anything. Amy opened the door and ran out. Lisa followed.
"Chris!" Lisa screamed. She reached him at the same time as Amy.
"Hey...sis.." He gasped, trying to smile, but failing horribly. His face twisted at every wretch of pain. "I-I'm....s-sor...ry" Lisa saw where the bullets had struck him. One was not far from his heart and the other wasn't too far from his crotch.
"Oh God." Amy gasped. Jeff came jogging up after that. The sirens only got closer and closer.
"It-t....hurts..." He said, before coughing up blood. At that point, the ambulance pulled up. They hurriedly loaded Chris into the ambulance. His friends and sister could only watch helplessly as the body that trembled with shock and pain suddenly went limp before the door closed.