Standing outside of the airports' restrooms I waited for my sister to come
out. Then my mom called for me to give me my tickets, she handed both me
and my sister's tickets to me.
"Here, Iva keep Mari's tickets for her. Now you two be careful and have fun at you uncle's house," my mom kissed me goodbye on my cheek, then she turned and walked out the door.
This wasn't the first time that me and my sister Marianna had flew alone so she wasn't very worried. Marianna and I aren't identical twins but we both have pitch black hair although she has blond highlights and I have red.
I looked down at the tickets, one said Marianna Hu, Houston, Texas to Orlando, Florida and the other said the exact same thing on it except with Ivana Hu on it. We were going to visit our uncle, our uncle Peter is cool and funny, of course he's still only twenty-eight years old. I wonder if *BOOM* My thoughts were broken by an explosion in the other end of the building that seemed to shake the whole building. Everyone started panicking when the sound of gunfire approached rapidly. My first thought was to run but then I remembered that Mari was still in the restrooms. I started to push against the flow of the crowd, back towards to restrooms.
The people running in the opposite direction kept me from going anywhere so I pushed against them harder. The sound of gunfire approached rapidly and in less than maybe 5 seconds the group of terrorists was about a few feet away from the restrooms that Mari was in. They were firing upwards with their guns and one of them was shouting into his loudspeaker. I couldn't hear most of what he was shouting but part of it was no one move. The large crowd suddenly simultaneously squatted down. No one was standing except for the row of policemen standing in the back of the room still trying to negotiate with the terrorists. No one moved, no one dared to move.
Just then, something my eye, a girl with pitch black hair and blond highlights walking out of the girl's restrooms, my sister. This was also when I noticed that a few of the terrorists were also standing by the girl's restroom. "oh shit!" I swore under my breath. I thought I was panicking when I heard the explosion then I am totally freaking because one of the terrorists grabbed Mari by he neck and put a gun to her head.
"Now, police men, we will walk out of here in one piece, healthy and happy and in one piece or the girl gets it, ok? Ok" the guy was talking with a sick smirk on his face, like he actually wanted to kill people and that it was his only purpose in life, to play god.
What am I supposed to do?
There's a great chance that Mari's gonna get shot by that psycho. Damit, what do I do?
Then, I felt something in my hand, something cold and hard being slipped into my hand.
I looked down and I was shocked when I saw that what I was holding was a shiny black hand pistol. I wasn't the only one who was scared, everyone who was squatting around me suddenly started backing away from me. Everyone shuffled as far away from me as possible except for on person, a boy who was still squatted behind me. He was a guy with short brown hair, bangs that hung messily over his face and prussian blue eyes and maybe one or two years older than me. (I just turned fourteen in October)
The boy said, "listen closely cuz I'm only gonna say this once, I'm gonna try to free you sister. Move, slowly, over there and hide behind one of the pillars. I want you to cover me, and once your sister is free just start shooting cover fire at them okay?"
My head was spinning why would a complete stranger give me a gun, risk his life to help me sister, and how does he know that Mari's my sister in the first place? "But, who are you?" I asked.
"That's not important, just get going!" he answered with a monotone voice. He turned away but I stopped him again and said, "thanks." He didn't answer instead he just took a long look into my eyes and I looked at his, they had a deep steel blue glint in them and were cold, unemotional eyes that almost scared me.
We snapped out of it and both started to head in our own direction but he handed me two extra mags for my gun, each with 50 bullets in them. Although I was sure I would never need the extra bullets I took them anyways. All the weekend hours at the shooting range pays, last time Mari and I got to an accuracy of 97.2 percent. Mari and I are both very interested and we both achieved deadly accuracy after all the months we've spent on the ranges.
After taking another look at the situation I got down on my elbows and knees and began to crawl my way to one of the pillars. In the background I can hear the police trying to make negotiations with the terrorists but really I think the police are in over their heads this time. I reached a pillar and stood up behinds it, I pulled out my gun and started scanning the scene for the chocolate haired boy. I saw him standing behind the whole terrorist group, he first looked at me and then pointed at the gunman closest to my sister.
Thinking that he wanted me to shoot the gunman I aimed my gun at him but it wasn't a shot to kill, just a shot to disable, in the right shoulder. I gave he a thumbs up sign as soon as I got my aim correct.
Everything sped up as soon as he shot the person holding my sister, I shot the gunman I was aiming at, and the police started shooting like they had their eyes closed. Luckily by the time the police figured out how to pull the trigger, him and Mari were already around the corner and out of the firing range.
I didn't fire anymore, I just realized that I shot some one, and although he was not dead, I still shot someone, without any kind of hesitation. I had aimed a gun at someone and pulled the trigger without even a second thought. Well whatever I was supposed to be felling when I pulled back on the trigger I was felling now, now I felt weak, now I felt the margin of error to be a million to one that I could've killed the man, now . . . it was too late to go back and too late to hesitate. I slid down to the ground, I dropped my gun but I didn't care. It lay there on the ground and I looked at it like it was some foreign, dangerous object . . .
It took about ten seconds for the shooting to cease and when it finally did all ten terrorists, along with several of the police officers and a couple of civilians were either wounded or dead. No one knew that I had fired the second shot which started the massacre, no one even noticed my position. But I felt someone looking at me, trying to shake off the feeling and act as normal as one could be after a terrorist attack, I steppe out from behind my hiding place. By now all the people in the airport were being evacuated out if the building and i just tried to blend in and exit the building to look for Mari. But no such luck for me, one of the officers stopped me as I was trying to turn away.
"That was your sister up there wasn't it?" He asked me while reading from a clipboard.
"Yes," darn it!! Why did I tell him!!! Stupid quick reactions . . . *muttering* stupid instincts . . .
"The young man who pulled your sister away, can you identify him?"
Think about what you're going to say this time . . . I searched my head for answers but I didn't have one.
"I don't know, I didn't get a clear look at his face," I answered.
"oh okay, well, we'll try to locate your sister in this mess," he seemed rather confident that my sister was in this "mess".
"okay, I'm going to call my mom."
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my mom's number, but when it started ringing a ring was heard from the entrance. I wheeled around and sure enough my mom was running toward me.
"Here, Iva keep Mari's tickets for her. Now you two be careful and have fun at you uncle's house," my mom kissed me goodbye on my cheek, then she turned and walked out the door.
This wasn't the first time that me and my sister Marianna had flew alone so she wasn't very worried. Marianna and I aren't identical twins but we both have pitch black hair although she has blond highlights and I have red.
I looked down at the tickets, one said Marianna Hu, Houston, Texas to Orlando, Florida and the other said the exact same thing on it except with Ivana Hu on it. We were going to visit our uncle, our uncle Peter is cool and funny, of course he's still only twenty-eight years old. I wonder if *BOOM* My thoughts were broken by an explosion in the other end of the building that seemed to shake the whole building. Everyone started panicking when the sound of gunfire approached rapidly. My first thought was to run but then I remembered that Mari was still in the restrooms. I started to push against the flow of the crowd, back towards to restrooms.
The people running in the opposite direction kept me from going anywhere so I pushed against them harder. The sound of gunfire approached rapidly and in less than maybe 5 seconds the group of terrorists was about a few feet away from the restrooms that Mari was in. They were firing upwards with their guns and one of them was shouting into his loudspeaker. I couldn't hear most of what he was shouting but part of it was no one move. The large crowd suddenly simultaneously squatted down. No one was standing except for the row of policemen standing in the back of the room still trying to negotiate with the terrorists. No one moved, no one dared to move.
Just then, something my eye, a girl with pitch black hair and blond highlights walking out of the girl's restrooms, my sister. This was also when I noticed that a few of the terrorists were also standing by the girl's restroom. "oh shit!" I swore under my breath. I thought I was panicking when I heard the explosion then I am totally freaking because one of the terrorists grabbed Mari by he neck and put a gun to her head.
"Now, police men, we will walk out of here in one piece, healthy and happy and in one piece or the girl gets it, ok? Ok" the guy was talking with a sick smirk on his face, like he actually wanted to kill people and that it was his only purpose in life, to play god.
What am I supposed to do?
There's a great chance that Mari's gonna get shot by that psycho. Damit, what do I do?
Then, I felt something in my hand, something cold and hard being slipped into my hand.
I looked down and I was shocked when I saw that what I was holding was a shiny black hand pistol. I wasn't the only one who was scared, everyone who was squatting around me suddenly started backing away from me. Everyone shuffled as far away from me as possible except for on person, a boy who was still squatted behind me. He was a guy with short brown hair, bangs that hung messily over his face and prussian blue eyes and maybe one or two years older than me. (I just turned fourteen in October)
The boy said, "listen closely cuz I'm only gonna say this once, I'm gonna try to free you sister. Move, slowly, over there and hide behind one of the pillars. I want you to cover me, and once your sister is free just start shooting cover fire at them okay?"
My head was spinning why would a complete stranger give me a gun, risk his life to help me sister, and how does he know that Mari's my sister in the first place? "But, who are you?" I asked.
"That's not important, just get going!" he answered with a monotone voice. He turned away but I stopped him again and said, "thanks." He didn't answer instead he just took a long look into my eyes and I looked at his, they had a deep steel blue glint in them and were cold, unemotional eyes that almost scared me.
We snapped out of it and both started to head in our own direction but he handed me two extra mags for my gun, each with 50 bullets in them. Although I was sure I would never need the extra bullets I took them anyways. All the weekend hours at the shooting range pays, last time Mari and I got to an accuracy of 97.2 percent. Mari and I are both very interested and we both achieved deadly accuracy after all the months we've spent on the ranges.
After taking another look at the situation I got down on my elbows and knees and began to crawl my way to one of the pillars. In the background I can hear the police trying to make negotiations with the terrorists but really I think the police are in over their heads this time. I reached a pillar and stood up behinds it, I pulled out my gun and started scanning the scene for the chocolate haired boy. I saw him standing behind the whole terrorist group, he first looked at me and then pointed at the gunman closest to my sister.
Thinking that he wanted me to shoot the gunman I aimed my gun at him but it wasn't a shot to kill, just a shot to disable, in the right shoulder. I gave he a thumbs up sign as soon as I got my aim correct.
Everything sped up as soon as he shot the person holding my sister, I shot the gunman I was aiming at, and the police started shooting like they had their eyes closed. Luckily by the time the police figured out how to pull the trigger, him and Mari were already around the corner and out of the firing range.
I didn't fire anymore, I just realized that I shot some one, and although he was not dead, I still shot someone, without any kind of hesitation. I had aimed a gun at someone and pulled the trigger without even a second thought. Well whatever I was supposed to be felling when I pulled back on the trigger I was felling now, now I felt weak, now I felt the margin of error to be a million to one that I could've killed the man, now . . . it was too late to go back and too late to hesitate. I slid down to the ground, I dropped my gun but I didn't care. It lay there on the ground and I looked at it like it was some foreign, dangerous object . . .
It took about ten seconds for the shooting to cease and when it finally did all ten terrorists, along with several of the police officers and a couple of civilians were either wounded or dead. No one knew that I had fired the second shot which started the massacre, no one even noticed my position. But I felt someone looking at me, trying to shake off the feeling and act as normal as one could be after a terrorist attack, I steppe out from behind my hiding place. By now all the people in the airport were being evacuated out if the building and i just tried to blend in and exit the building to look for Mari. But no such luck for me, one of the officers stopped me as I was trying to turn away.
"That was your sister up there wasn't it?" He asked me while reading from a clipboard.
"Yes," darn it!! Why did I tell him!!! Stupid quick reactions . . . *muttering* stupid instincts . . .
"The young man who pulled your sister away, can you identify him?"
Think about what you're going to say this time . . . I searched my head for answers but I didn't have one.
"I don't know, I didn't get a clear look at his face," I answered.
"oh okay, well, we'll try to locate your sister in this mess," he seemed rather confident that my sister was in this "mess".
"okay, I'm going to call my mom."
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my mom's number, but when it started ringing a ring was heard from the entrance. I wheeled around and sure enough my mom was running toward me.