When I woke up I couldn't see anything at first. The air was hot and thick and I couldn't remember the last time I ate. I slid over and felt around for Jr. but he wasn't there. Where is he? I thought to myself.
Suddenly I heard crying coming from the next room. Come to think of it, it sounded a lot like Jr. Oh man, it was Jr.!
I didn't know what was happening and that scared me. I listened harder.
"...hostage..." What hostage?!?! Oh man, don't let them use him as a hostage in the middle of all those gunshots!
As I sat there praying, I waited silently for the worst to come.
All of a sudden the door burst open and Brian rolled down the basement stairs onto his back on the floor. He quickly pulled out his gun and started shooting. I was shocked and couldn't say anything. I heard crying and Dom's gravelly voice. He was standing in the doorway. And in that fluorescent light standing in the doorway where you could only see his silhouette and I could have sworn he was an angel
Dom pointed his gun down the stairs at Brian. "Don't mess with me, or my family!" Just as Dom was about to pull the trigger, Brian moved out of the way rolled over to me and pulled a blade out to my neck. It was cold and shiny in the dark.
Dom slowly walked down the stairs and when he saw me he had this look of pure and divine pain.
"Put the gun down and she lives." Dom slowly put the gun down.
"Don't do it..." I whispered weakly.
Suddenly Brian tried to go back on his word and I felt him pull the blade back getting ready to slice. I squinted my eyes shut, getting ready for the end. Suddenly I remembered something. The blade I keep in my boots. I grabbed it and stabbed him in the chest. He rolled over in pain. Dom took this opportunity to shoot him. Brian was dead.
Dom ran over to me and kissed me on my forehead and grabbed my weak body to carry it. Then I heard another gunshot and Dom grunted in pain. Oh God, not again. I looked up and it was Johnny Tran.
He was wearing his usual black leather pants, boots and jacket. "I see you took care of my light work. I was going to deal with him myself but I see you did me the honor. Isn't it sweet. A kind of Romeo and Juliet thing you guys got here. You wanna do the honors Romeo?" He had an extra gun and gave it to Dom. "Go ahead shoot yourself. It must be embarrassing that you get beat by someone else so why don't you take care of it." Dom pointed it at his own head as Johnny smiled evilly. Then he pointed it at Tran and Tran shot his own gun. But what Tran didn't realize was that in the darkness he gave Dom the wrong gun and the one Tran shot was especially designed to shoot from the back so Tran ended up shooting himself in the head.
It took us a minute to decide what had just happened. Then we started hugging and kissing.
Again another looming figure appeared before the entrance.
"Not again," was Dom's response. He walked down the basement stairs then we heard a familiar voice. A good kind of familiar.
"Hey dog, let's go get some grub."
It was Vince.
Suddenly I heard crying coming from the next room. Come to think of it, it sounded a lot like Jr. Oh man, it was Jr.!
I didn't know what was happening and that scared me. I listened harder.
"...hostage..." What hostage?!?! Oh man, don't let them use him as a hostage in the middle of all those gunshots!
As I sat there praying, I waited silently for the worst to come.
All of a sudden the door burst open and Brian rolled down the basement stairs onto his back on the floor. He quickly pulled out his gun and started shooting. I was shocked and couldn't say anything. I heard crying and Dom's gravelly voice. He was standing in the doorway. And in that fluorescent light standing in the doorway where you could only see his silhouette and I could have sworn he was an angel
Dom pointed his gun down the stairs at Brian. "Don't mess with me, or my family!" Just as Dom was about to pull the trigger, Brian moved out of the way rolled over to me and pulled a blade out to my neck. It was cold and shiny in the dark.
Dom slowly walked down the stairs and when he saw me he had this look of pure and divine pain.
"Put the gun down and she lives." Dom slowly put the gun down.
"Don't do it..." I whispered weakly.
Suddenly Brian tried to go back on his word and I felt him pull the blade back getting ready to slice. I squinted my eyes shut, getting ready for the end. Suddenly I remembered something. The blade I keep in my boots. I grabbed it and stabbed him in the chest. He rolled over in pain. Dom took this opportunity to shoot him. Brian was dead.
Dom ran over to me and kissed me on my forehead and grabbed my weak body to carry it. Then I heard another gunshot and Dom grunted in pain. Oh God, not again. I looked up and it was Johnny Tran.
He was wearing his usual black leather pants, boots and jacket. "I see you took care of my light work. I was going to deal with him myself but I see you did me the honor. Isn't it sweet. A kind of Romeo and Juliet thing you guys got here. You wanna do the honors Romeo?" He had an extra gun and gave it to Dom. "Go ahead shoot yourself. It must be embarrassing that you get beat by someone else so why don't you take care of it." Dom pointed it at his own head as Johnny smiled evilly. Then he pointed it at Tran and Tran shot his own gun. But what Tran didn't realize was that in the darkness he gave Dom the wrong gun and the one Tran shot was especially designed to shoot from the back so Tran ended up shooting himself in the head.
It took us a minute to decide what had just happened. Then we started hugging and kissing.
Again another looming figure appeared before the entrance.
"Not again," was Dom's response. He walked down the basement stairs then we heard a familiar voice. A good kind of familiar.
"Hey dog, let's go get some grub."
It was Vince.