Chapter Three: Disaster Strikes
Months and years may pass quickly when you're with ones you love, but is it worth it? If time went slower, maybe you could spend more time with them, even though it would be the same amount of time, but slower. When everyone in this house is together, things go incredibly fast.
The two children were in bed and everyone was having a great time together. Everyone was there. Cid, Shera, Sammy, Bender, Anthony, John, Roger, Mark, Alex, Kyla, Lausanne, John and Manley. They were all fooling around in good spirit. Manley looked at Roger and Kyla.
"Hey, you two, go get us some alcohol, will ya?" he asked.
"Why?" Roger demanded.
"Because, that sounds nice," Shera said. "C'mon, you two."
Kyla looked at Roger and vice versa.
"Fine," Roger said. "We'll do it, I guess."
Everyone pitched in some money and the two were off. For about the next half an hour, everyone was relaxed and were patiently waiting for the two to return. Suddenly, there was the sound of glass breaking. Cid stood up.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, scared.
"I dunno." Sammy whispered.
"No use worrying about it, then," Alex said, relaxed. He looked at everyone's tension. "Entspannen Sie sich, werden Sie?"
Suddenly, there was another sound of glass breaking. This time, it was the main room's window, or one of them. More windows were getting broken. The door was flung opened and about twenty guys walked in. Mark recognized their leader.Russ.
"What are you doing here?" Mark demanded. "Go back to eleventh and B."
Russ looked at him. "Where are they?"
"Who?"
"You know who you little twerp!" Russ said, towering about him and holding a gun to him. "Where are they?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Russ!" Mark said. "Get out of this house!"
"Mark!" Lausanne cried.
"Force it out of him, boss!" one of the gang members said.
Russ grabbed Mark's collar. "Where are Roger and the Lynch?"
"They went out!" Mark said nervously.
The members of the gang started to surround everyone. Mark looked up at Russ, with a fire no one has ever seen before, even when he was angered at Roger for leaving NYC for Santa Fe.
"Get out!" Mark yelled. "Leave us alone! Leave Roger alone! He has nothing to do with you!" He gave Russ a punch to the gut.
Russ looked at Mark and kicked him. Mark was flung back, smashing on the floor.
"What're we gonna do now, Russ?" someone asked.
"Kill them, all of them, even the girl child, not the baby," Russ said. "When all is quiet, they'll flee. When the baby cries, they'll come running." He headed to Charlene's room.
The gang members closed in on everyone. Sammy clung to Bender. One of the members grabbed her and tore her away from Bender. He grabbed his gun and quickly shot the scared girl. Then he smirked and shot Bender.
"Oh my gawd!" Shera cried. "Sammy! Bender!" Her eyes swelled with tears.
Mark got up and attacked a member, bringing him down. He got the guy's gun and shot him. Mark shook with fear and his breath was shaky. Another man attacked Mark from the back. He stabbed Mark with a long dagger. Mark's eyes filled with tears from fear and pain.
"Roger." he whispered, "come soon.come back." He fell on the ground, blood pouring from his back, and he closed his eyes.
Manley forced Lausanne behind him. Cid looked at all of the gang members.
"Why are you doing this?" Cid demanded. "WHY?
"When you leave this gang, you're dead," one of them said.
Someone grabbed Shera, threw her and someone else stabbed her several times. While Cid was in shock, the guy that had spoken shot him.
"Alex, make sure Lausanne is alright," Manley said. "I'm going in to fight!"
Alex stared as Manley tried to fight those guys. Anthony and John joined in. Anthony got stabbed along the spinal cord; John was stabbed and shot at the same time in his chest area and Manley was taken to the ground and beaten to death. Alex and Lausanne were against the wall when the gangsters were encircling them.
"It's your turn," a gangster taunted
They lifted up their weapons. Alex stepped in front of Lausanne. Lausanne looked down right frightened; she clung to Alex.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"Yeah.same here," Alex said, looking around. "We're outnumbered, ten to two, approximately."
She clung harder. "I don't want to die."
"Nor do I."
Alex was face to face with some of the gangsters. One of them lifted up their gun to his head.
"This is where it's lights out," he said. He pulled the trigger.
Alex fell down as Lausanne tried not to sob. All of the men looked at her, she looked back at them, she couldn't avoid their eyes, anyways.
"Enough of this suspense," a different guy said. "Kill her!"
Kyla looked up at the house. Broken windows? Roger looked at her.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"I.dunno," she whispered. "Let's go see." She lifted up the case of alcoholic beverages.
The two of them entered the house. Darkness was all around. No lights were on, not even the fire was going. Kyla heard the sound of a baby's cry.
"Vincent?" she asked.
Roger turned on a light. His face went from wonderment to shock. Blood. Bodies. Guns. Kyla screamed.
"Lausanne!" she yelled. She ran over to her best friend. "Lausanne! Lausanne!" Her face was already stained with tears. She touched Lausanne's face gingerly. "Oh my gawd. No.this isn't true." She held Lausanne close. "Lausanne.Lausanne.no.no."
Roger looked at Mark. He knelt by him and cried softly to himself. He stood up.
"Damn it!" he yelled.
Kyla couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Her best friend, her husband.her family. All of it was.it was gone.
"I'm going to get Vincent," she sobbed as she ran to the baby's room.
"Don't go without me!" Roger ran after her.
Kyla looked into Vincent's crib and picked him up. She held him close, whispering to him softly. Roger looked at her and hugged her from behind.
"Just checked on Charlene," he said. ".She's been killed, also."
"Who?" Kyla asked. "Who would do this?" She put a now silent Vincent down and sobbed into Roger's shirt.
He rubbed her back. "I dunno. I dunno." He shushed her. "Calm down." He kissed the top of her head. "It's alright."
"NO!" Kyla cried. "It's not! Everyone's dead! Roger! Everyone's dead!"
She pushed him away and stroked Vincent's cheek. Roger looked at her, uncertain. She was already in hysterics when he was.he was calm. Why was he calm? He hugged her from behind again.
"You're right, it's not," he said. He kissed her cheek. "We should call the police. Bring the baby."
Kyla picked up Vincent. But just then, familiar faces entered the room. Russ jumped from the closet. They all smiled evilly at them. Kyla went back to back with Roger.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
She wished that Alex was there. Mark. John. Lausanne. She wanted everyone there. Russ spoke up.
"We're here for your lives," he said.
"What?" Roger demanded.
He took Vincent from Kyla's shaking arms. He held the cold gun to the infant's head.
"You leave this gang, you're dead," Russ said as he pulled the trigger.
Kyla screamed as her child was killed. A part of her was killed. She fell down the ground. Roger turned around and held her close. He looked up at Russ.
"You sick, sick bastard," he said. "Why would you do this?"
"Because, we wanted you to have pain before you die!" Russ yelled, dropping the infant's body.
Roger shook his head. "You're.you're insane! You're so stupid, you'll get caught!"
"And who'll sue us, eh?" Russ demanded. "Parents? I doubt it."
Russ held his gun to Kyla's back; she shuddered. Roger held her closer. She held him tighter.
"And so this ends," Russ said.
He grabbed his blade quickly and punctured it into her back. Roger punched Russ's arm and pulled the blade out. Someone came back with a shot to her. Another guy held Roger at backwards gunpoint, at his neck.
"Say your prayers, Davis," Russ said. "Pull it!"
And, so it was. The last shot of the gun killed the last one. So, what would you choose, eh? Take the life of only you and another or all of the people you count as family? It's your choice. You just got to think about stuff like this more often. "If only" they didn't go out that street, they would have killed many more than what was intended. They would have lost much more. They.would have still lost their lives. Now, we all know, they shouldn't have lived.just one more day.
Months and years may pass quickly when you're with ones you love, but is it worth it? If time went slower, maybe you could spend more time with them, even though it would be the same amount of time, but slower. When everyone in this house is together, things go incredibly fast.
The two children were in bed and everyone was having a great time together. Everyone was there. Cid, Shera, Sammy, Bender, Anthony, John, Roger, Mark, Alex, Kyla, Lausanne, John and Manley. They were all fooling around in good spirit. Manley looked at Roger and Kyla.
"Hey, you two, go get us some alcohol, will ya?" he asked.
"Why?" Roger demanded.
"Because, that sounds nice," Shera said. "C'mon, you two."
Kyla looked at Roger and vice versa.
"Fine," Roger said. "We'll do it, I guess."
Everyone pitched in some money and the two were off. For about the next half an hour, everyone was relaxed and were patiently waiting for the two to return. Suddenly, there was the sound of glass breaking. Cid stood up.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, scared.
"I dunno." Sammy whispered.
"No use worrying about it, then," Alex said, relaxed. He looked at everyone's tension. "Entspannen Sie sich, werden Sie?"
Suddenly, there was another sound of glass breaking. This time, it was the main room's window, or one of them. More windows were getting broken. The door was flung opened and about twenty guys walked in. Mark recognized their leader.Russ.
"What are you doing here?" Mark demanded. "Go back to eleventh and B."
Russ looked at him. "Where are they?"
"Who?"
"You know who you little twerp!" Russ said, towering about him and holding a gun to him. "Where are they?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Russ!" Mark said. "Get out of this house!"
"Mark!" Lausanne cried.
"Force it out of him, boss!" one of the gang members said.
Russ grabbed Mark's collar. "Where are Roger and the Lynch?"
"They went out!" Mark said nervously.
The members of the gang started to surround everyone. Mark looked up at Russ, with a fire no one has ever seen before, even when he was angered at Roger for leaving NYC for Santa Fe.
"Get out!" Mark yelled. "Leave us alone! Leave Roger alone! He has nothing to do with you!" He gave Russ a punch to the gut.
Russ looked at Mark and kicked him. Mark was flung back, smashing on the floor.
"What're we gonna do now, Russ?" someone asked.
"Kill them, all of them, even the girl child, not the baby," Russ said. "When all is quiet, they'll flee. When the baby cries, they'll come running." He headed to Charlene's room.
The gang members closed in on everyone. Sammy clung to Bender. One of the members grabbed her and tore her away from Bender. He grabbed his gun and quickly shot the scared girl. Then he smirked and shot Bender.
"Oh my gawd!" Shera cried. "Sammy! Bender!" Her eyes swelled with tears.
Mark got up and attacked a member, bringing him down. He got the guy's gun and shot him. Mark shook with fear and his breath was shaky. Another man attacked Mark from the back. He stabbed Mark with a long dagger. Mark's eyes filled with tears from fear and pain.
"Roger." he whispered, "come soon.come back." He fell on the ground, blood pouring from his back, and he closed his eyes.
Manley forced Lausanne behind him. Cid looked at all of the gang members.
"Why are you doing this?" Cid demanded. "WHY?
"When you leave this gang, you're dead," one of them said.
Someone grabbed Shera, threw her and someone else stabbed her several times. While Cid was in shock, the guy that had spoken shot him.
"Alex, make sure Lausanne is alright," Manley said. "I'm going in to fight!"
Alex stared as Manley tried to fight those guys. Anthony and John joined in. Anthony got stabbed along the spinal cord; John was stabbed and shot at the same time in his chest area and Manley was taken to the ground and beaten to death. Alex and Lausanne were against the wall when the gangsters were encircling them.
"It's your turn," a gangster taunted
They lifted up their weapons. Alex stepped in front of Lausanne. Lausanne looked down right frightened; she clung to Alex.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"Yeah.same here," Alex said, looking around. "We're outnumbered, ten to two, approximately."
She clung harder. "I don't want to die."
"Nor do I."
Alex was face to face with some of the gangsters. One of them lifted up their gun to his head.
"This is where it's lights out," he said. He pulled the trigger.
Alex fell down as Lausanne tried not to sob. All of the men looked at her, she looked back at them, she couldn't avoid their eyes, anyways.
"Enough of this suspense," a different guy said. "Kill her!"
Kyla looked up at the house. Broken windows? Roger looked at her.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"I.dunno," she whispered. "Let's go see." She lifted up the case of alcoholic beverages.
The two of them entered the house. Darkness was all around. No lights were on, not even the fire was going. Kyla heard the sound of a baby's cry.
"Vincent?" she asked.
Roger turned on a light. His face went from wonderment to shock. Blood. Bodies. Guns. Kyla screamed.
"Lausanne!" she yelled. She ran over to her best friend. "Lausanne! Lausanne!" Her face was already stained with tears. She touched Lausanne's face gingerly. "Oh my gawd. No.this isn't true." She held Lausanne close. "Lausanne.Lausanne.no.no."
Roger looked at Mark. He knelt by him and cried softly to himself. He stood up.
"Damn it!" he yelled.
Kyla couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Her best friend, her husband.her family. All of it was.it was gone.
"I'm going to get Vincent," she sobbed as she ran to the baby's room.
"Don't go without me!" Roger ran after her.
Kyla looked into Vincent's crib and picked him up. She held him close, whispering to him softly. Roger looked at her and hugged her from behind.
"Just checked on Charlene," he said. ".She's been killed, also."
"Who?" Kyla asked. "Who would do this?" She put a now silent Vincent down and sobbed into Roger's shirt.
He rubbed her back. "I dunno. I dunno." He shushed her. "Calm down." He kissed the top of her head. "It's alright."
"NO!" Kyla cried. "It's not! Everyone's dead! Roger! Everyone's dead!"
She pushed him away and stroked Vincent's cheek. Roger looked at her, uncertain. She was already in hysterics when he was.he was calm. Why was he calm? He hugged her from behind again.
"You're right, it's not," he said. He kissed her cheek. "We should call the police. Bring the baby."
Kyla picked up Vincent. But just then, familiar faces entered the room. Russ jumped from the closet. They all smiled evilly at them. Kyla went back to back with Roger.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
She wished that Alex was there. Mark. John. Lausanne. She wanted everyone there. Russ spoke up.
"We're here for your lives," he said.
"What?" Roger demanded.
He took Vincent from Kyla's shaking arms. He held the cold gun to the infant's head.
"You leave this gang, you're dead," Russ said as he pulled the trigger.
Kyla screamed as her child was killed. A part of her was killed. She fell down the ground. Roger turned around and held her close. He looked up at Russ.
"You sick, sick bastard," he said. "Why would you do this?"
"Because, we wanted you to have pain before you die!" Russ yelled, dropping the infant's body.
Roger shook his head. "You're.you're insane! You're so stupid, you'll get caught!"
"And who'll sue us, eh?" Russ demanded. "Parents? I doubt it."
Russ held his gun to Kyla's back; she shuddered. Roger held her closer. She held him tighter.
"And so this ends," Russ said.
He grabbed his blade quickly and punctured it into her back. Roger punched Russ's arm and pulled the blade out. Someone came back with a shot to her. Another guy held Roger at backwards gunpoint, at his neck.
"Say your prayers, Davis," Russ said. "Pull it!"
And, so it was. The last shot of the gun killed the last one. So, what would you choose, eh? Take the life of only you and another or all of the people you count as family? It's your choice. You just got to think about stuff like this more often. "If only" they didn't go out that street, they would have killed many more than what was intended. They would have lost much more. They.would have still lost their lives. Now, we all know, they shouldn't have lived.just one more day.