Important Author's Note: This chapter is rated "R". This being the 30th chapter of my story, it's gonna be a special one; lot's of action, lot's of drama, lot's of secrets coming out from the past, lot's of surprises, and it's extra long! So enjoy, feast your eyes upon Asazi's 30th chapter. Thanx for reading this story and please let me know what you think about it. J
Asazi
Chapter 30
Somehow, as the hours of driving dragged on, Warren and I made a connection with each other…I don't know how to describe how it felt; I just knew that I could trust him. At first I took a chance, giving him his gun back at our first gas stop and then acted like I wasn't paying any attention to him—he didn't make a phone call, he didn't pull a stunt, and he even bought me something… And in the sincerity of his eyes, I just knew I could trust him. He was like Torin, one in a million that you just know, from the moment you start to talking to them, that they were not only honest, but trustworthy…
Now we both trusted each other, telling each other about everything we've been through…I told him about Xynan, Asazi, my parents…Uncle…Uncle Shawn, what he did to me, what the guy in the truck did to me just earlier that day, everything… And when I told him my life's story, he and I were both in tears—me from my memories of Torin and how Warren reminded me of him, and Warren because he understood my suffering, my pain, my hurt…
And he told me his life's story. Everything about him. He was born in Boston Massachusetts. His mother and father weren't happily married and fought all the time, usually over stupid things like who was gonna cook dinner and every little thing that, in any possible way, would annoy the other spouse. It was pathetic; it was like me and Uncle Shawn…no matter what I did or he did, it annoy both me and him. But he was a child molester, a freak of nature, a jerk that didn't deserve any part of the life he was given…he not only blew his own life, he ruined mine too.
At the age of nine, Warren's dad was drunk and had seriously overdosed on drugs…Warren watched everything as his father raped his mom repeatedly, doing evil things over and over again like Shawn had done to me. After what Warren said was two hours of hell, Warren's dad started to get dizzy and started to go in and out of consciousness… His dad knew what was going to happen; he knew he had overdosed and he just laughed at it…
"He just laughed wickedly, saying things like death was only the beginning and freaky demon shit that only he would know about…and once he realized he was going to die, once he really accepted it…he was still high and drunk…he took a shotgun and shot my mom in the chest. She screamed really loud and he shot her in the leg and then he shot her in her…he blew her apart while she was alive and finally she lost consciousness and there was another shot and when I opened my eyes, there was nothing left but a huge mess of my mom's body all over the walls and I ran out of the house crying.
"Cops were coming because a neighbor had heard the gunshots and screams…about five or six minutes later the cops were there. Two cars, a motorcycle; five police ducking behind cars with their guns drawn and aiming at the front door. A megaphone said something like 'come out with your hands up'. A moment later, my dad stepped out and looked at the cops…and then heard the sirens in the distance…he took the shotgun and tried to put the barrel against his rib cage and he was about to pull the trigger when a cop discharged a gun, knocking the shotgun away. My father almost lost it right then and there. He stepped off the porch, starting towards the man who had fired. Then he stopped in the middle of the lawn and said, 'You fuckers would have to be a pretty good shot to stop this'…and he whipped a pistol out of his waist and shot himself in the head before anybody even saw him reach down."
I looked at Warren and his countenance said everything. He wants to die; he's not happy with his life, nor is he happy about anything else. He can't believe that these things happened to him. He knows they did but it's so hard to accept the fact that they did that he tries to hide it…like I did for awhile after retreating from Miami…
I put my arm out on his shoulder and squeezed gently. He looked at me with his glistening eyes, showing that he had nothing to hide…and he cried. A few minutes later, we pulled over and switched seats, me driving.
The time ebbed away…
-_-
A few hours later, I took a deep breath as we officially passed my postern to hell. The city limits sign meant so little to some but a lot for a girl that started out here, that molded the beginnings—and what will probably be my ending—of my life. Miami…I never wanted to return here…but I'm here now. And it's about to begin…the beginning of my life's end. Why am I thinking that? Because I know that I can't make it out of here alive; I'm going to die in this city. I already died here once…Uncle Shawn murdered me that time. This time I'm gonna be murdered because I'm the killer, I'm the bitch that won't stop, I'm back and I'm not going to stop until I'm lying on a beach, sand in my gunshot wound and as my eyesight begins to fade. I control my destiny. No one else; they might influence and veer me off course, but I know that I'll get back there. Nothing will stop me until it's over…
Until it's over…
-_-
It was sunset when we made it to an adequate hotel. It was something like…, "Hampton Garden Inn, eh? Looks fancy, don't you think? Are you sure you can pay for it?"
Warren looked at me as if I was from the sixties. "Asazi, you forget about the four years of mercenary work I did after losing Xynan's gang. I could be a Godfather if I wanted to." We laughed…actually, we giggled, then started laughing…and that little moment right there proved to both of us that any walls that were still there, had been broken down.
We walked inside and the place was nice…so nice that it looked like one of those home and furniture magazines that some people buy. The floor was marble, a huge painting of a golden eagle across the floor; all the windows had silk curtains on the sides and the marble pillars were fantastic. All we could say—and did say—was, "Whoa."
I looked at Warren and said, "You sure?" He just laughed and said that it was nothing to do this. "We're friends and when you get enough money, we'll go across the nation like this. We'll nail gangs and then sleep in five-star hotels like this one…of course, tomorrow night we won't be sleeping here but, hey, let's worry about that tomorrow night." We walked up to the desk and while Warren handled the transactions, I scoped the place out, acting like an interested tourist.
"Honey, please come here and meet this lovely person," Warren's voice suddenly said. I turned around to find both the lady behind the check-in desk and Warren looking at me, Warren winking his right eye and mouthing the word 'drunk'. I smiled and said, "Oh forgives me dearest women, I can't believe—," I took a step forward and acted bemused, falling onto Warren. He caught me and whispered to the registrar, "I'm sorry, I think she's had too much to drink." I got to my feet and said, "Oh baby, let's just do what we were talking about on the way here…after all, it is our honeymoon and you promised something erotic…," I laughed drunkenly. Then I started to pull up my shirt, saying, "Take me now, baby! Hurry—'' Warren's stifled laugh and the woman's shocked face were enough for the act; my shirt didn't get past my belly and Warren said, "Thanks for your business. See you tomorrow, check out time."
Warren dragged me around a corner, to the elevators, pushed a button, dragged me into one, and the second the doors closed, busted out laughing. He fell on the floor from laughing so hard, his face pure 'that was so insane'…
I laughed too, knowing that the clerk woman was extremely bewildered at what I had done. "That was so funny that I almost started laughing when I tripped into you," I said. "I meant for you to act but not do it that well," he replied, still laughing. I laughed until tears came to my eyes and I wiped them away. The elevator went 'ding' and the doors opened our eyes to the eighth floor. It was nice, the carpet a nice red color. "By the way," started Warren, once he was recovered from laughing, "we have a room for three days; they had some kinda' deal going on this month because they're business has been really weak lately and I figured I should take advantage of it."
I smiled and said, "That's great…I just hope I don't get used to being treated like a queen. Can't soften up now, not this day and age." Warren smiled and stopped at room 819. It was a one-bed room but it also had a room attached to it that had two sofas, a TV and a balcony. "Wow," I commented, admiring the view of Miami from the windows.
I picked up a pamphlet on a nightstand and flipped through it. "Hey, floors three and nine have lounges in them. I'm gonna go check it out." Warren looked at me and said, "Alright, I'll be up there was I bring in my stuff from the car. It's just a little bag so I don't need any help…go on up."
I shrugged. "Okay, see you up there." I left the room and went to the elevator, and in a few minutes, was on the ninth floor, the highest floor in the building. I walked out of the elevator and found that the floor looked exactly like ours. I made a left and started wandering the hallways. When I made another left, the hall seemed to open up to me. The lounge wasn't a lounge; it was the size of a ballroom. One wall was just one big window, another wall was like a small snack area, with a coffeepot and other little things. The rest of the room was a bunch of sofas and tables, a pool table, a foosball table…all in all, it was pretty sweet.
The lounge was dimly lit but I made it over to the windows without running into anything so I could look out upon the city. Amazing to think that every few seconds someone dies…I wonder how many people die every few minutes in Miami…probably not that many, officially…but off the record, when you count the criminal underworld, it's a lot more…
The beach was a little to the right of the view, the remnants of the pink sky being invaded by the blue and blackness of the night. The moon was starting to peek its way above the horizon…it was beautiful. The moon starting to rise with the last of the sun's orange flames of the sky decaying away… Hands, suddenly but very gently, glided around my waist, interlocking at my belly. "Beautiful isn't it," I commented, watching the stars languidly start to appear in the now-night sky. "Yeah," came Warren's voice, a whisper in my right ear. I felt something…I don't really know how to describe it…I felt safe, like I did when I was first Xynan and when I was with Torin the night he died. I felt…good…I was with someone trustworthy, in Miami about to go gun-ho on the asses that stole my life away… I knew I was going to die sometime soon, and yet it didn't really matter. I did care but…and then it hit me. It's not me being here in Miami…it's not me about to get revenge on those that nearly killed me and did in some ways…it's not being in a five-star hotel…
It's Warren.
With my right arm, I reached back, turned my head to the obverse point and with my arm pulled his head to mine, kissing him. I expected his hands to up on my chest but they didn't…he was kind, in so many more ways than he thought he was. I kissed him and kissed him until he broke away. His sad, depressed features just made me want to love him more than I already did but that was not possible…it hit me again. It's not just Warren either…I…I love him…I love him… He turned his head up and looked through the window, my eyes following his gaze into the night sky. The pink blazes were gone, replaced by a somewhat dark blue.
I turned around and walked over to a sofa and started pulling it away from the wall it was against. Warren seemed to already know what I was doing and we…we…we picked it up and put it in front of the window…it made us vulnerable but nobody knew we were back in town and really…I don't think he—or me—cared about that… We sat in the sofa and watched the twinkling stars and the bruised moon as we lay there, Warren slowly brushing his hand through my arm, not even having to say what I knew he felt.
I thought I had loved Torin when really, Torin could never understand my past…and if he had found out, he might've left me but Warren started out knowing my past, and me his. We had no secrets to start with…nor would we ever have any.
I was sitting on his lap when I finally came to a decision. I turned around, facing him and leaned down to kiss him. We weren't gonna get caught; the clerk had said that business was bad lately… My hands went to my shirt, slowly easing it off and I looked down at Warren…
-_-
I woke up to the skies beginning to burn with dawn's reborn dragon. The last of the moon was setting and I sat up, accidentally waking up Warren. His eyes alleviated open, looking at me and then at the morning sky. I felt good as I got my clothes together and I think that he did too. No…good isn't the right word for it… I felt at peace, happy, and joyful and at had happened, what is going to happen, and what I can only pray about what the outcome is going to be.
We went back to our room and got Warren's bag of things. He poured what was in it onto a coffee table that was in the room. Four pistols and three machine guns and one assault rifle with stuff I've never seen added to it…and a hell of a lot of ammo. "Alright," he said, "have you had training the M-16 special-aggression rifle?" I thought hard and replied, "I have with the regular kind of M-16 but what's this 'special-aggression' part?" He picked the gun up and showed me. "There's a grenade launcher right here; you fire by hitting the button on the back of hit and you reload my sticking a grenade into the vat—it'll take it in itself. Now this thing—," he gestured to a strange-looking object on the side of the rifle, "—that's an automatic-reloader for the rifle. Marines' standard issue equipment right there. You stick four extra clips into it and when you run out, it'll take a second but it'll reload and they'll never hear you taking the clip out—it'll just recycle it back into the e.c.—extra clip—holder." The 'e.c.' wasn't very large, just about three inches wide and five inches long; very simple design and looked like it was regularly part of the rifle.
"Alright, if I recall what some of my old buddies were saying, you were better with pistols short-range than you were with rifle's," said Warren. I nodded and he continued, "Then you will take three of those pistols, one of those machine guns, plus your own Glock—which is still in the car. I'll take the rest but…if…if I get taken down, you will take the assault rifle…okay?" I nodded, trying not to show any emotion. It was indeed an extremely hazardous topic…we had just fallen in love and now we had to do what we both knew we had to do…which meant fighting a carnal, brutal fight that might end up killing either of us, if not both. We were scared but we weren't going to lose…we didn't come here for nothing…we had to endure the pain, if not for the sake of defeating the gangs but for each other…nothing was more important than that…
We left the room, walking down the hallway as if we were honeymooners; hands around each other's waist, Warren whispering into my ear and me giggling at the little nothings he whispered. We were rioters, rebels, insurrectionists…we were timed, nuclear weapons about to go off on some of the diableries that we were meant to kill…
I knew that it was going to hurt. I knew that I was going to take at least a hit or two today, if we found who we were looking for. But I was willing, because I now know—for a fact—that I'll be saved by Warren…Torin isn't Warren and he never could've been because he never would understand the agony…but Warren can, has, and will do whatever it takes to get us both out of the shit we were in. Today isn't about surviving; it's about reaping all hell-fire into the pits of Miami, the pits of purgatory and torture…we're gonna save some six year old girl from being raped someday by killing one of these criminals; we're gonna save a store from being robbed…
We're gonna be evil heroes…sinning to stop the sinners…
Quite a concept, isn't it? That I was going to turn into someone fighting for good, while doing bad doing it? It's kind of abashing but it's the truth; I never would've thought it…and yet…oh what the hell. We stepped out into the lobby and I winked at the clerk who was going off-shift; she almost jumped when she saw me, and cried out when I winked. We stepped outside and I looked around; no one was abroad, the parking lot nearly empty.
"Let's go kick some ass," I shouted.
-_-
We got out of the car for lunch at the Burger King parking lot. "I would take you to the Olive Garden but the hotel kinda' wasted my food allocations," Warren said. I laughed and shook my head, replying, "Whatever Warren; I don't care where you take me, as long as you love me." He looked at me, a content smile on his face.
I was glad he was smiling again. We had gone around town and found out some interesting news from all sorts of people in the criminal syndicate. Most of it had unmistakably bothered Warren and when I would ask him what it was, he would say 'wait a awhile…I've got to try and piece things together'.
And I didn't bother him about it because I knew, I could tell that he was working things out in his head. He was close to solving a mystery that no one in Miami seemed to know; you see, there had been a immeasurable fight while Warren had been gone on his assignment on me, and no one seemed to know who it was that started it. Most of them just know that there had been a huge brawl and that the gang that got whooped up on was the Bloods. They were a new gang, most of them from California. A lot of people said they were vicious, and if you saw one heading your way, you better get your ass outta there. I had a feeling that Warren already had an idea about who it was, he was just trying to peace together why the new gang had done what they had done. Warren had one source, the last one they talked to, say that everyone was on the lookout for a new girl in town, one that looks exactly like the one that was standing next to Warren. That shook both of us up, especially because the guy started freaking out once he realized that Asazi and the 'new girl' were the same person. Warren took the guy into an alley and put a pistol to the guy's head, saying, "You tell anyone, you're dead; not by my hands, but by the ones of the people who've told you."
We walked into Burger King and Warren's head casually glanced around the room—, "DUCK," he yelled, diving at me. He plummeted into me and we landed behind a trashcan counter. "We gotta get outta here," he said, just as bullets started ripping up the floor close to us, that visible to whoever was firing. People were screaming and panicking; the place was absolute pandemonium and I knew we could easily make an escape, thanks to those around us. It wasn't nice but neither were those shooting at us—neither were we but, hey, that's another matter.
I whipped out a pistol, pulled the hammer back and said, "They won't expect me to come up; it's obviously my they want because those bullets tore up the floor where you were standing, not where I was. They don't want to hit me." More gunfire and I knew that this was our way out; we couldn't run outside because the car was parked in front of the windows.
Two more gunshots and I screamed, "OKAY OKAY OKAY! I'M COMING OUT! STOP FIRING!" The gunfire stopped after a few more shots; obviously not every gangsta' heard me shout my fake forfeit. "I'm coming up," I yelled. "I have a gun in my hand but it's disarmed—you can have it when you take me." I slowly stood up, the gun hanging loose in my fingers. The shooters were two black guys and a Mexican, their guns aiming right at me.
"Yo', is dat da' gurl," whispered the Mexican to one of the black guys. "Yeah, that's the little shit that everyone's looking for. C'mere baby, we've got some business to do with you and we need it done fast and without any problems, ya' here?" I nodded, trying to act scared as I stepped out from behind the counter. Then, as fast as I could, I pulled the gun down and fired three shots…all of the to the head. One of them fired but the bullet went into the ceiling; a nerve twitching in the finger after death, probably. The wall was smeared with the blood of the three would-be killers…the fight definitely would've escalated to something more and innocent people would've been hurt if I would've stepped out like I did. But it was over now, and the people in the restaurant were starting to look up from behind the counters and benches. I heard a little girl's soft whimpering and it almost brought me to tears…but I bit them back, trying to not how sympathy because…to be honest…I don't even know why…
"It's over people," I said and lowered the gun to my side. "It's over…someone call the police but promise me one thing: you'll say nothing about me, okay?" They could ruin everything because if police get on the lookout for me, then I won't be safe wherever I go…and that would not be good. I need to have some flexibility around this fucking town…
Warren and I got outta there fast, getting out of the restaurant and ditching the vicinity. We were gone…but the word wasn't. The word about the Burger King was probably spreading across the city like wildfire; news about my first actual appearance and it proves that I'm still alive…figures that all this shit would happen on the first day back…
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"Now listen G," said the squeaky-voiced man that was on Pearl Drive, "I don't know what be goin' on but it's some serious shit. Eve'body be runnin' and askin' me questions about this an' that and I startin' to get a little scared here. I mean, seriouswy, you guys gotta get yo' asses outta this town." The guy was an old-school pipsqueak but he was a good information source. He heard all the rumors and spread all the rumors, getting paid to do a delivery here and there…he was basically a guy that wanted the job if it didn't involve him getting shot or gunfire anywhere around him. He was old school, but he did the job right.
"All dem G's from the southside o' town hit dere jeeps and are lookin' for you two right now. I think you two need to get gone, and get gone fast. Or you're gonna get burned. Ain't no playin' on this case; you're girl has got some serious money are her head. Last I heard somebody was offering a hundred thous'd for her. Now that's a lot o' bills if you ask me."
Warren looked at me and mouthed 'a hundred-thousand?' I just shrugged; I didn't know I was worth five or six dollars. "Now listen," said the guy, "I know you two ain't leavin' any time soon, so I t'ink you're best bet is to hit up the southside gang before they find you; d'ey won't be expe'tin' dat. Then, you get your butts back to wherever you are hiding out and stay there for at least a couple o' days."
"What's the name of the southside gang," I asked and both of them looked at me, the informative with a 'where have you been girl' kind of look. "The Crypts…they started in California a year or two ago but they have a gang over here, waging some serious war against everybody else." Warren's answer sounded like he feared the Crypts. "They're not to be played with; they mean business, what they want they'll get whatever it takes…they don't goof off like a lot of people do."
Warren paid the guy a bit more cash and we left, heading for the southside of Miami…, "This is it Asazi…these aren't the people with the price on your head but they're definitely going to get the price on your head if we don't hit them first." I checked my guns and his and when we were completely ready, I asked Warren, "Alright, since it'll be at least a few minutes before we get there, what's their hideout look like and how are we going in; you know, stuff like that."
Warren replied while scrupulously drove, "We're going into an abandoned building that is four stories and very large; it used to a factory until the factory went out of business and the owner turned it over to his son, who was already in the gangs. The building became their hideout until the Crypts came and beat the snot out of everybody that used to be there; completely eliminated the gang that was first there. Now, I've gone after this place with my old 'friends' and I barely escaped with my life but I'll tell you how I did, which'll also be how we get in. There's a huge sewer network below the abandoned edifice—the company had been a water works company—and when we went after the place, three of us got inside. I was almost nailed by a sharpshooter and the two guys with me took fatal hits. I had no choice but to run so I took off, not being able to remember which out was…I stumbled into a huge room with a network of passages and pipes and all over the room were manholes and ways to get into the ground. So I bailed into a sewer and was gone before they had any idea where I went. I came out half a mile for the building and I took off; that happened about four years ago…and that's how we're going in. Where I came out, we'll go in and from there we'll start thrashing them."
I nodded…it made sense; four years ago and they might've forgotten all about it…hopefully that would be the case. I checked my guns again as Warren pulled into a parking lot, guiding the car through the lot and into a nearby alleyway. There was a manhole a few feet from the car and I knew that he had provided us with an easy exit. He checked his guns; just to be sure I didn't miss anything, and walked out of the alley. I followed and we came to an intersection. He pointed to a building in the distance and said, "That's where we're heading; hopefully not to our fate but hey, you never know." He smiled but I knew that was trying to hid the fact that he was scared to die; he didn't know if there was anything after this little, short life that we're given but I didn't either…but I didn't care all that much…and at least I don't think I do.
We walked back to the back street and climbed into the manhole…the cesspool was pretty much was I thought it would like…a long hallway in the form of cylinder with a little river of piss and shit going down the middle. And the smell was—I was unable to control my face as I took my first breath down here. "Uh, sick," came Warren's voice. "Man, things change after awhile; last time I was down here it didn't smell this bad at all." We started our way down the sewer, trying not to let the smell alter our sense or objectives…but it was overwhelmingly nauseating and revolting. I squeezed the butt of the gun every time I took a breath.
A few minutes later, we came to an intersection of five different tunnels and Warren carefully examined each one, then gestured at the one left of the middle conduit and said quietly, "This one." It was smaller but we could still stand up straight…after what seemed like an hour later—but was probably fifteen to thirty minutes—we reached a distinct manhole and Warren pointed up. We couldn't talk because we didn't want to take any chances of being heard or seen…we wanted every possible leverage to be taken. Warren gently moved the manhole over and I felt it begin; the adrenaline started to flow, just a little, but it showed that I was awake and alert and ready to go.
Warren slid up into the room and I followed as quietly as I could. It was a very large chamber, a huge network and maze of pipes going in every direction and leaving in numerous kinds of exits. Warren started toward metal stairs in a corner of the room and we went up them as silently as we could but they clanged just a little no matter how careful we were.
We reached the second story and Warren pulled the M-16 against his shoulder and I put away my two pistols and had the automatic firearm in my hands, ready to fire if my finger even twitched. We entered a room we heard resonating voices circulating through the room. I frowned and tried to find out where they were coming from; the room was barren, just a floor, two doors and four walls—an air vent. It was low, against the floor in a corner of the room, and the closer I got to it, the little more audible the voices became. Warren looked at me and I motioned him over to the duct. Should we go, I mouthed to him and he looked at it and nodded… He started crawling into it; it was about a foot-and-a-half tall and three feet wide so we could easily go through it.
We crawled through it until the voices became so loud that we knew we had to be in the room they were in. There was an opening in the aperture a few more meters down and we both got up to it and looked through it. There were eight people, seven guys and a little girl with her hands tied, a few feet away from the circle of guys. The group was arguing about something and I tried to make out the words…they were looking for me but they couldn't find me and no one had any idea of where I had been sleeping last night…Warren saw the opportunity.
He took out his machine gun, pushing the M-16 away—it was too big—and he slowly stuck the machine gun through the opening. I did the same with mine and I whispered, "On three," and started raising my fingers, one at a time…
One…two…three! The gunfire exploded into the room and the gang members started dropping like flies. One dove to the left, behind a huge pipe, the others were all hit and either dead or dying. It had been clean, efficient, and lethal; it had almost been perfect except for the guy with reflexes. "Stop," the last guy yelled, "or I'll kill the little girl. I know you can see her and I wouldn't take any chances." He then muttered, "Shit," and it echoed throughout the room. I pulled back and Warren stuck his head out the opening and looked below the duct; there was a metal catwalk about fifteen feet down. Warren then grabbed his M-16, handed it to me, mouthed the word 'sniper' and pushed himself out of the ventilation shaft and landed on the catwalk, a loud CLANG echoing through the room.
I knew what I had to do; he was gonna get the guy to go out from behind the huge pipe and I was to take him out from there. Warren then jumped off the side of the catwalk and landed on the concrete ground, rolling a few times before recovering from the fall. He took cover behind some kind of pool of unclear water.
The little girl was crying and I almost wept for her. Her life was forever screwed because of one of the guys that kidnapped her so he could ransom her for a few extra dollars. Pure evil is all that really is…when money rules your heart and mind and body…evil…
Warren suddenly jumped out from behind the pool and, at his angle, started shooting at the guy. The guy fired two shots, then came from his hiding place and started running—BAM! I fired the M-16 and the bullet traveled straight through the guy's rib cage. I fired another and he screamed for a second, then was silent.
I dropped out of the shaft and joined Warren, who was comforting the little girl. It was over; the Crypts were gone, a lot easier than what Warren had made them seem to be…it was over for the Crypts of Miami…
Warren sat down on pipe and said, "These guys aren't all of them. There are at least ten more and I have no idea where they are or how good they are…I just know that they're—''
"I think I can speak for all the Crypts when I say that we are good and that we are right here." Suddenly, people started stepping out from hiding places all over the room and coming in from other rooms. "Run," yelled Warren and we turned to run when I remembered the little girl. I started to turn around but the first shot was fired—and it went straight through the head of the little girl…
"NO," I screamed and pulled out the machine gun and a pistol. I started lighting everybody up with all the hell that I had to break loose. "Fuckers," I screamed and kept firing. I turned my aim to my right and killed a guy that was raising his arm to fire; I pointed my guns up and fatally wounded three men on the trestle. I then aimed down and started killing everyone in sight and that's when IT happened.
The world turned blue and the numbers began to swirl through my head and vision as I started calculating every possible solution to the situation. The numbers twisted around a few guys in a corner of the room with their guns starting to come up at me; they then went after the barrels in one corner of the room that had 'flammable' all over them, and then they went to Warren's M-16; then they went to the maze of pipes and after that to the little girl's corpse and then I knew what I had to do.
I kept firing and ran toward Warren, who was firing at people on the catwalk. As I ran to him, I scooped the little girl's corpse and as soon as I reached Warren, I grabbed the M-16 out of his hands and threw my machine gun at him. I kept running around the room, shooting anyone that got in my and then, as I passed a little control panel, I threw the girl's corpse at the three guy's in the corner who were shooting at me. I then got on one knee—a bullet flew right where my head was—and took six shots and the flammable barrels in the corner of the room. The three guy's the corner of the room that were shooting at me hit the corpse I had thrown at them and blood splattered onto me but I didn't care; those three guy's were about to die. One barrel exploded and I screamed to Warren, "RUN!"
He knew what I was doing and we took of for the room that we came in from. As we ran from the room, a bullet grazed my left arm, another piercing the back of my lower leg. I screamed in pain but kept running, knowing that it was either run or die and I didn't want to die yet. There was another explosion, this one bigger and louder and I knew that the barrels were starting to blow up like a fuse. We reached our entrance and dove into it, rolling and popping back onto our feet and running for out lives. "The building's going to collapse," yelled Warren as we ran, "we've got to get as far as we can!"
I was hurrying as fast as I could but my leg was—, "AAAA," I yelled and fell into the sewery liquids. Warren looked back, stopped, came and picked me up. He ran as fast as he could while holding me and all of a sudden there was a tremendous explosion and the tunnel collapsed a few yards behind us. The tunnel began to cave in and Warren ran even faster. He reached the intersection and went into the tunnel we came from, sprinting for both of us…
The tunnels collapsed at the intersection of sewers and all was quiet, except for the splashing of Warren's feet in the sewers. Eventually he slowed down and started walking, putting me back on my feet and helping me walk the rest of the way…
It was over…at least, I wished it were…this had only been the beginning. The beginning of my return to Miami. In due time, everyone in Miami would be looking for me and that's when things would get hard…as if they weren't already…
Author's Note
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