Asazi
Chapter 13
I was happy. I had won the fight…my first gunfight and I had one.
But, unfortunately, I still wasn't as smart as I should've been.
Brink, about twenty yards down the hill, suddenly stood up and aimed his gun at me. I raised mine but he fired first. I dove left, feeling an impact on my lower right arm. I raised the gun and fired in his direction. I saw a spray of blood just before I hit the muddy ground.
"Ooh," I cried as I hit, pain swallowing my arm into an illusion of emotion.
Brink had been hit too, but I didn't know where or if he was still alive…he could easily be because my shot was not exactly planned. I got to my feet to see Brink looking in my direction, his face covered in anger and mud, a gun in his left hand which was at his side and blood soaking through his right shoulder. "YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS YOU LITTLE—," I started to raise my gun but he raised his and shot at me.
PING! The bullet hit the gun in my hand and ricocheted away, the gun in my hand flying backwards, of the cliff. Shit.
My own arm was bleeding. The pouring rain made it sting. Brink dropped the gun and bent down to pick it up. In three seconds I knew my only chance of survival was to jump. To jump off—his arm was coming back into sight and I knew that he had the gun in it…jump or run, jump or run, jump or—
JUMP!
I turned and ran the five yards to the edge of the cliff. I heard Brink yell something at me, I couldn't make it out…there were jagged rocks down there but the beach was about sixty yards upshore…I—
BLAM! The bullet whizzed by my ear and I turned around to see Brink falling in the mud. He had aimed carefully and missed because of the hit in his shoulder. JUMP! I took a step back and pushed myself off the cliff and into midair. I fell toward the water, the jagged rocks to far back for me to hit them. I sure hope this is gonna be deep.
SPLASH!!!! I hit the water doing a dive and in four more seconds, I hit the bottom of the ocean. A few seconds later my feet hit the floor, jagged rocks piercing into feet. I pushed off with one foot and desperately swam to the surface.
AIR! I breathed in the precious matter and was relieved. I looked up when I felt a sudden pain in my shoulder. I glanced at it—blood! I had taken a hit! The blood was spreading into the ocean, turning nearby water bright red. I twisted my shoulder around, ignoring the strong, ferocious pain. I could see the bullet…it was sinking deeper each time I rotated my shoulder…crap.
I closed my eyes and, with my left hand, dug into the wound. "AAA," I cried as my hand dug for the small bullet. It hurt. Bad.
My hands brushed against metal. I wrapped fingernails around the back of the bullet and pulled with all my small strength. I screamed again but I pulled the bullet out. Tears came to my eyes, responding to the overwhelming pain…but I still kicked my feet and started twisting my arms to swim. The pain…it was how I felt when Shawn hurt my feelings, only this was physical. This didn't affect my actual soul; this affected my fragile body.
I swam to sandy beach, which was about fifty yards down, and thirty yards to the actual shore. My muscles were tired; exhausted…yet I was happy. Happy that I won the fight. Even though Brink still lived I had won the fought.
I collapsed on the shore, the pouring rain batting down on my body…and exhaustion overwhelmed my instinct and I drifted into sleep, slowly, inexorably into sleep…
-_-
CHACHINK.
I awoke to a noise and a cold, metallic feeling on my neck. A gun. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the beach, Brink looking down at me with an expression that told me something bad was happening…well…I didn't really have to see his smirk to know something was wrong, just the fact that he was nearby meant something was wrong…
The really wrong part was the fact that Brink had a pistol under my chin, the barrel pointing up toward my brain.
He shook his head. "That was good…real good…" He hesitated. It was pouring outside still; I figured that I had been asleep for a few minutes before he saw me.
I did a quick overview on the situation. Status: critical…
…Like I said, a quick overview. That pretty much summed it up. Possibility of survival…none. I looked into Brink's hard, unemotional eyes…only they were emotional. Grief, sadness and greed filled them. And pure rage.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable. The way I felt when I was near Shawn. One move and I was dead. I couldn't do a thing…a thing…
"A miracle," Brink finally continued. "It was a miracle that you killed four people today…your miracle…and now it's time for my part of the bargain, MY miracle…" Tears streamed down his face. He was completely out of control. "'Thou shalt not take revenge'," he quoted…then he quoted, "'Thou shalt not kill, either…" He stuck his face in mine. "But I don't give a damn."
I shot my right knee up into his shoulder, sending the gun's barrel downward, aiming toward my stomach. Still bleeding from the gunshot wound in the shoulder, I whirled my arm around, blood flying from the wound into Brink's eyes.
His hands flew up and he clawed at his eyebrows. Then he stopped…just sat there, his head in his hands…and then he looked at me. I was getting to my feet and starting to run. In all the sudden commotion, the pistol had been lost. "I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands…your blood won't be in my eyes; it will be all over me."
He jumped to my feet as I turned to run. I sprinted and fell a few seconds later. The beach was muddy, the yellow sand now brown and wet. And slippery. I started to get up but Brink smashed into me, my body crumpling under the sudden weight. I hit the ground, the wind quickly leaving my little lungs. I screamed once and he slowed for a second.
I used that second. I pulled a leg out from under him and pushed him backward with my muscle. He fell back but was up a second later…I was already running, fleeing from a fight I couldn't possible win…
As if to prove it, a hand suddenly smacked the back of my head. I fell into the mud, my vision darkening and sinking into a deep, lonely abyss…
I felt him land on top of me just before I lost consciousness…
-_-
"How," cried a small voice.
I awoke but kept my eyes closed, unaware of where I was or—heck, I was unaware.
The voice kept talking. "How did she do it? And why? Is it my fault? For killing Xynan, for chopping his ass in half…
The voice belonged to Brink. I partially opened my eyes. We were in a car, driving through Miami. He was leaning on his steering wheel, crying as he drove…I knew right off that he was on the brink of dying. He was fragile, weak. My murdering his friends didn't make his life any easier… I listened to him speak to himself. "She killed them like a professional…she's so small…"
He seemed to be crying out to someone. In need of something.
"She killed them," he said again…then with sudden anger and volume he yelled, "WHY DID YOU LET THEM DIE?! TELL ME NOW!" He broke down, crying hard.
He's crying out to God, I realized a few seconds later. I remembered him quoted two of the Ten Commandments. Thou shalt not kill and thou shalt not take revenge… He probable planned on doing both to me…if not a very disturbing imitation of Shawn. I'm gonna die…just like the people I killed today… "YOU KILLED THEM," Brink screamed again. "WHY?"
He went through an intersection…suddenly, halfway through the intersection he swerved right, toward a telephone pole. Bail!, instinct screamed.
I followed its advice. I opened the door and moved to jump out when—caught! I had a seat belt on! I frantically pushed on the button but it was jammed. The pedal was flat on the floor, Brink crying and screaming to God and me frantically trying to get away. Knowing the button wouldn't give way; I grabbed a baseball bat from the floor in front of my seat and smashed the windshield in front of me.
"It's my turn to die," Brink said quietly. He looked over at me, his eyes showing surprise but it registered slowly…then he said, "And your turn too." I screamed at the seat belt, trying to free myself.
A couple more seconds and I would be dead; the car I'm in would be totaled. I mashed down the seat belt button as hard as I could and it came off. I whipped it around my head, turned my body to jump out of the car and—
EEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!! SCRRREEEECCHH!!!! CRASH!
I flew from the vehicle, out through the front. The sidewalk flew up fast but a figure suddenly stepped out in front and—I smashed into another human and a half-second later we both tumbled and rolled onto the sidewalk. I heard someone scream and metal wrenching and, quite suddenly, something hit my head and I started seeing stars…
I struggled to hold my consciousness and I did…for a few more seconds. I slowly got up to my hands and knees and looked around. People were all staring at me or more likely, my blood-soaked shoulder. I started crying and someone beside, on the sidewalk said in a comforting voice, "It's all right, don't be afraid…it's over…"
And I collapsed.
-_-
I woke up in a soft bed.
My sense on full alert, I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in what seemed like a room out of a JC Penney catalog. An ornate desk, curtains over a small window and I was lying in a queen-size bed. What the…? I started to get up but my shoulder yelled at me in pain. I looked at it and saw that it was bandaged up.
I glanced at my other wounds. They were all taken care of. Where am I?? I got up, careful to move my arm as little as possible. I exited the room and entered a small kitchen. After studying the kitchen for a minute, I left that room and walked into a dining room. Everything was clean, nothing dusty but not untouched either.
Through the dining room was a living room where a somewhat large man was nursing…ouch. There wasn't any skin on his left side, over his ribs. Just flesh, hanging in ribbons. I started to gag but forced myself to watch him, unmoving and studying his every move. He looked gentle but…there was something…
He looked up and his eyes brightened. "So! You're finally awake!"
I frowned. "Who are you," I asked harshly, too harshly.
He nodded his head thoughtfully. "Not a kidder, huh? Oh well. I am Atone Malden. I caught you this morning when you flew out of that car."
My eyes widened. "You caught me?"
He nodded. "Oh yes; I saved you life."
Author's Note
Sorry it's been so long people. Finals have been coming up and they are really killing me (especially math) and I've been busy writing 6th Matrix. I'll see ya'!~
CV