Chapter 3- Shot
As the growl of motorcycle engines died down, all that could be heard was shouting, gunshots, and the wailing of sirens.
I saw it all, Rex, my best friend pulling his gun.
Four men were down, three men and one hero.
He lie at my fee, the King of the Chainsaws.
Rex Luther.
My best friend since we were three, Rex looked up at me with sightless eyes. I watched his shimmering green orbs fill with deadly fog.
I dropped to my knees and craddled my fallen comrade's heavy head.
It had taken six shots to the stomach to down Rex.
He'd be proud.
His lips were red with blood and his prone body was limp and twisted.
I heard yelling.
Shouted comands to drop our weapons, to stop the street fight we were riding to when we were caught.
There was a hand on my arm, Maggie Black, she was pulling me up and away from the corpse of our heroic leader.
I turned to look into her sharp blue eyes, but instead I saw something I had never expected of Maggie.
I saw tears stained on her pointed cheek bones, and her orbs were as deep and dark as the depths of the dead sea.
Mist.
More mist.
I don't like this fog, it is always followed by pain and anguish, horror and guilt, and blood. The fog is always followed by blood.
Death overtook Maggie and she collapsed in my arms, a stain on her chest where the bullet had ripped her open. I looked behind her to were a cop held a gun up at firing level, smoke steaming from it's tip.
I was held stiff in the gun's eye. It's pupil quickly dialated.
More shooting, it was deafening.
Horrible.
Shit!
A could rush blasted through me like opening the front door on a chilly winter morning.
I felt myself falling, falling, falling...
I tried to keep my eyes open, focused.
Tried to keep the deadly fog from filling my gaze, but all I could see was red...
~fin chapter 3~
As the growl of motorcycle engines died down, all that could be heard was shouting, gunshots, and the wailing of sirens.
I saw it all, Rex, my best friend pulling his gun.
Four men were down, three men and one hero.
He lie at my fee, the King of the Chainsaws.
Rex Luther.
My best friend since we were three, Rex looked up at me with sightless eyes. I watched his shimmering green orbs fill with deadly fog.
I dropped to my knees and craddled my fallen comrade's heavy head.
It had taken six shots to the stomach to down Rex.
He'd be proud.
His lips were red with blood and his prone body was limp and twisted.
I heard yelling.
Shouted comands to drop our weapons, to stop the street fight we were riding to when we were caught.
There was a hand on my arm, Maggie Black, she was pulling me up and away from the corpse of our heroic leader.
I turned to look into her sharp blue eyes, but instead I saw something I had never expected of Maggie.
I saw tears stained on her pointed cheek bones, and her orbs were as deep and dark as the depths of the dead sea.
Mist.
More mist.
I don't like this fog, it is always followed by pain and anguish, horror and guilt, and blood. The fog is always followed by blood.
Death overtook Maggie and she collapsed in my arms, a stain on her chest where the bullet had ripped her open. I looked behind her to were a cop held a gun up at firing level, smoke steaming from it's tip.
I was held stiff in the gun's eye. It's pupil quickly dialated.
More shooting, it was deafening.
Horrible.
Shit!
A could rush blasted through me like opening the front door on a chilly winter morning.
I felt myself falling, falling, falling...
I tried to keep my eyes open, focused.
Tried to keep the deadly fog from filling my gaze, but all I could see was red...
~fin chapter 3~