Fallen Angel
Chapter 8
Note- wow time sure does fly…I am sorry about the wait…I was focusing more on another fiction I am in the midst of and I have had writers block with how to continue this story, but I believe I have found a solution. So on with the story.
As the knife continued its path down Carter's left arm the staff surrounding them were at a loss for what to do as they awaited security. Carter looked over at the desk and could feel the fear. The room seemed still and everything was numb but the pain. Tears ran silently down the scared faces of innocence.
The blood made small pools around where Carter's arms laid on the, cold dirty, floor. The blood from his head ran into his hair turning it a darkened red. The florescent lights around them flickered as everything came back into focus and now the pain was numb.
The elevator doors opened in the background and went unnoticed by the man wielding the knife. "Jenny baby, come out to daddy." He said while lifting the knife and watching the blood run towards the handle. The reflection he saw only made things worse. He laughed unimpressed "uh oh, I better give up before the big bad cop gets me." Smiling he turned his head toward the object of his humor.
The two guards stepped closer to the man, but stopped as his eyes met them. "Sir, please put the weapon down and stand up with your hands on your head." The man turned back to face Carter. Mockingly he pressed his hand to Carter's arm, once his hand was covered with his victims blood he held it up for everyone to see.
"I wonder how much more he has, want to find out?" he wiped his hand on Carter's blue shirt. "Just give me my daughter and I will leave." His tone was less angry, but still had the same effect. No one seemed to move or breath as the continued their pain viewing.
The girl cried in Mark's arms as she listened to her father. "Please, he'll kill him… just like Danny." Mark looked down at the girl. "We won't let that happen," he said rubbing her back in small circles. 'Danny?' Mark wondered, 'if he had killed before what would stop him this time.'
Carter's head began to throb, and everything was in slow motion. "No" he said in a whisper. The man glared down trying to intimidate Carter. "You need help, we can help you. Just relax and…"
Carter was cut off as the knife was pressed below his chin "I don't want your help" he said gritting his teeth in disgust. With his attention turned away the guards were able to get closer, but they weren't close enough when the man remembered them. "Tisk tisk, I thought you would know better then that." He played with the knife in his hand, running his finger down the edge, slicing into his finger.
One guard stopped as he realized that he would have to wait, while the other raised his gun. His partner gave him a questioning look, "Tom, no" he whispered, but his partner ignored him. He pulled back the trigger. The shot rang out through the room, causing the surrounding people to jump. Jenny squeezed herself into a tighter ball as she heard the shot.
Blood ran through his fingers as he griped his wound. "Why?" he asked looking into the eyes of his partner.
Note – Sorry again for the wait, thanks for staying with me on this one, you all rock. Next update will be Saturday. Sooner if I find time, thank you all for reading and being awesome.