Seeking Revenge
Author: Magic101
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up through season five.
Summary: Right after the season five finale. What happens? Does everyone make it out alive?
Chapter 1: The Aftermath
"You don't go to war with the New York City Police Department." Cruz said as she shook her head.
Just then, I see one, two, six, no seven, guys running down the hallway with machine guns.
It seems as if my brain is going a hundred miles per minute.
"Hey guys..." is all I manage to say.
Cruz, Bosco, and Davis all turn around at my words. For a minute it seems as if the whole world was put on hold. I watch as Cruz ducks behind the wall and her chair. Out of the corner of my eye I see Davis take cover behind that huge metal cabinet. Bosco hits the floor, and I.....I'm just frozen. My heart is pounding so loud that I know everybody in the room must be able to hear it beating. I feel as if I'm glued to the chair; that I cant move. Then all hell breaks loose.
I feel someone pull me down and out of my chair. I feel the body weight of some unknown person pushing down on me. Round after round of ammunition is fired at us. Glass is breaking, people are screaming, crying, gunblasts echoing so loudly that I think my ears are about to explode. I can hear the footsteps of people running all around. What is going on? My mind races for some kind of explanation. Then I realize; Donald Mann. He sent his men into the hospital armed with machine guns to kill us, to take us down. The gunshots stop. I finally find enough strength in my arms to try and push myself up.
"Stay down," someone whispers to me.
It's Bosco's voice. Oh my God! Bosco! Davis! Cruz! Are they hurt? Did they get shot?
"Bosco, are you ok? Are you hit?" I roll over so that I can see what is going on. As I look around me all I see is shattered glass, bulletholes all over the walls, blood on the floor. Blood? Whose blood? Before I can ask Bosco any questions, the so familiar sound of guns being unloaded is brought to my attention. Then, once again Donald Mann's men opened fire on us. Once again, I can feel Bosco's weight pushing me down. Once again, I can feel Bosco protecting me from the bullets. Once again, I hear the devastating sounds of cries and pleas for help, sounds of people running, sounds of the glass crunching underneath their feet.
Once again I mangage to look at the hell that is going on around me. I turn to look at Bosco. The whole right side of his face is covered in blood. His left arm has blood running down it, past his elbow. The blood soaking into his blue suit, staining the fabric, coming out of his body.
"Bosco," all I manage to get out is a whisper.
He follows my eyes as I survey him. "I'm okay, really" he tells me.
For some reason I don't believe him. I know he is lying to me but now isn't exactly the time to argue.
Then, for the second and last time the machine guns stop shooting and the bullets stop coming at us; missing us by only a few inches. Yes! The men ran out of bullets! Maybe now we can get out of here!
I see Bosco reach his good arm towards his leg. Please don't let Bosco have gotten shot in the leg. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see him pulling out his gun from it's holster. For once, I'm actually glad that Bosco carries his gun wherever he goes, even if it is to his brother's wake.
"You okay?" he asks me.
I nod my head at him. As soon as he sees me nod he stands up, gun aimed at the door. He opens it and sprints down the hallway in pursuit of Mann's gunmen. Following right behind him is Cruz, also with her weapon drawn.
I stand up and move over toward Davis. He seems just as shocked as I am. I extend my hand to him and help him up. Physically, Davis seems to be just fine.
"What the hell" he states as he surveys all the damage around him.
"Come on," I say. "Let's go find Bosco and Cruz"
We take two steps towards the door when we hear more gunfire. We start to duck down but then realize that it is nowhere near us. It is coming from further down the hallway.
"I thought they ran out of bullets," I say puzzingly.
"I guess not," is all he replies back to me.
I hear more gunfire only this time it sounds different. It sounds familiar, like I have heard that gun before. Then it registers into my mind. Bosco!
"Come on!" I yell at Davis.
We run out of the room and into the hallway near the front desk. Then, just as quickly as it started, the gunfire from both Mann's gunmen and Bosco stop. I search frantically around for any sign of them. That's when I notice two figures in the hallway to my left. One of them is lying on the ground, motionless. The other, standing right above the person on the ground with his gun aimed at him.
I stare at the two figures.
"Oh my God."
A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks for reading my story. I hope you have enjoyed it so far. This is my first fanfic and I would really appreciate it if everyone would write a review. Thanks!
Author: Magic101
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up through season five.
Summary: Right after the season five finale. What happens? Does everyone make it out alive?
Chapter 1: The Aftermath
"You don't go to war with the New York City Police Department." Cruz said as she shook her head.
Just then, I see one, two, six, no seven, guys running down the hallway with machine guns.
It seems as if my brain is going a hundred miles per minute.
"Hey guys..." is all I manage to say.
Cruz, Bosco, and Davis all turn around at my words. For a minute it seems as if the whole world was put on hold. I watch as Cruz ducks behind the wall and her chair. Out of the corner of my eye I see Davis take cover behind that huge metal cabinet. Bosco hits the floor, and I.....I'm just frozen. My heart is pounding so loud that I know everybody in the room must be able to hear it beating. I feel as if I'm glued to the chair; that I cant move. Then all hell breaks loose.
I feel someone pull me down and out of my chair. I feel the body weight of some unknown person pushing down on me. Round after round of ammunition is fired at us. Glass is breaking, people are screaming, crying, gunblasts echoing so loudly that I think my ears are about to explode. I can hear the footsteps of people running all around. What is going on? My mind races for some kind of explanation. Then I realize; Donald Mann. He sent his men into the hospital armed with machine guns to kill us, to take us down. The gunshots stop. I finally find enough strength in my arms to try and push myself up.
"Stay down," someone whispers to me.
It's Bosco's voice. Oh my God! Bosco! Davis! Cruz! Are they hurt? Did they get shot?
"Bosco, are you ok? Are you hit?" I roll over so that I can see what is going on. As I look around me all I see is shattered glass, bulletholes all over the walls, blood on the floor. Blood? Whose blood? Before I can ask Bosco any questions, the so familiar sound of guns being unloaded is brought to my attention. Then, once again Donald Mann's men opened fire on us. Once again, I can feel Bosco's weight pushing me down. Once again, I can feel Bosco protecting me from the bullets. Once again, I hear the devastating sounds of cries and pleas for help, sounds of people running, sounds of the glass crunching underneath their feet.
Once again I mangage to look at the hell that is going on around me. I turn to look at Bosco. The whole right side of his face is covered in blood. His left arm has blood running down it, past his elbow. The blood soaking into his blue suit, staining the fabric, coming out of his body.
"Bosco," all I manage to get out is a whisper.
He follows my eyes as I survey him. "I'm okay, really" he tells me.
For some reason I don't believe him. I know he is lying to me but now isn't exactly the time to argue.
Then, for the second and last time the machine guns stop shooting and the bullets stop coming at us; missing us by only a few inches. Yes! The men ran out of bullets! Maybe now we can get out of here!
I see Bosco reach his good arm towards his leg. Please don't let Bosco have gotten shot in the leg. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see him pulling out his gun from it's holster. For once, I'm actually glad that Bosco carries his gun wherever he goes, even if it is to his brother's wake.
"You okay?" he asks me.
I nod my head at him. As soon as he sees me nod he stands up, gun aimed at the door. He opens it and sprints down the hallway in pursuit of Mann's gunmen. Following right behind him is Cruz, also with her weapon drawn.
I stand up and move over toward Davis. He seems just as shocked as I am. I extend my hand to him and help him up. Physically, Davis seems to be just fine.
"What the hell" he states as he surveys all the damage around him.
"Come on," I say. "Let's go find Bosco and Cruz"
We take two steps towards the door when we hear more gunfire. We start to duck down but then realize that it is nowhere near us. It is coming from further down the hallway.
"I thought they ran out of bullets," I say puzzingly.
"I guess not," is all he replies back to me.
I hear more gunfire only this time it sounds different. It sounds familiar, like I have heard that gun before. Then it registers into my mind. Bosco!
"Come on!" I yell at Davis.
We run out of the room and into the hallway near the front desk. Then, just as quickly as it started, the gunfire from both Mann's gunmen and Bosco stop. I search frantically around for any sign of them. That's when I notice two figures in the hallway to my left. One of them is lying on the ground, motionless. The other, standing right above the person on the ground with his gun aimed at him.
I stare at the two figures.
"Oh my God."
A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks for reading my story. I hope you have enjoyed it so far. This is my first fanfic and I would really appreciate it if everyone would write a review. Thanks!