Panic had not only set into Maggie, but Charlie had begun to shake. He didn't know what to do, how could he help? Would he just make it worse for Maggie? But how could he just sit there, watching the one he was deeply in love with stand with a knife pointed at her with an escaped convict holding it? Jumping to his feet with the help of the adrenalin pumping through his body, he nearly managed to knock on the door. The only thing stopping him was the sound of sirens and the screeching of tyres speeding round the streets corner. Charlie couldn't move, he froze to the spot, he had been and known about these situations before. An intervention by the police like this at this moment could prove very dangerous for everyone. Staring as four police cars screeched to a halt outside the house, a dozen at least policemen jumping out and running towards the panic-stricken Charlie. Not even bothering to ask why he was there or what was going on, they barged past him, forcing him to step back into the garden as they surrounded the front door. Jumping slightly as a young constable tapped him on the shoulder, Charlie spun round.
"I'm sorry sir but you've got to leave." the young lad spoke shyly, obviously new to the force.
Charlie couldn't get the words out at first, stuttering at the lad, "I'm…erm...my friend…knife…" He turned away, looking back up at the house which was now completely surrounded by armed police.
"I'm sorry, but you've got to go."
It wasn't long before Charlie found his voice, "I'm not leaving here unless I'm with Maggie!" the officer looked pityingly at Charlie, thinking on what he could do.
"Tell you what. You can stay but only if you promise to not interfere with our duties. Okay?"
"Thanks, but if there's any sign on trouble I'm going in there for her!" Charlie looked frantically from the officers at the door to the windows, there was no sign of any movement. He begun to walk away from the youngster, trying to get a better view of inside.
Maggie had heard the sirens, she had heard the police shouting orders to each other and she could've sworn she'd heard Charlie's voice. This gave her a little sense of security, but she could see Martin wasn't happy. He was standing a little way from her, the cool blade still in his shaking hand, his eyes cold and menacing, watching the silhouettes of the officers only a few feet away from the door. As he turned back to Maggie, he grinned, making her spine tingle. He slowly took three steps forwards, his psychotic smile growing bigger the closer he got.
"Martin…" Maggie spoke caringly, hoping he would calm down.
"Its to late for pleasantries now pal. Your friends out there better be on their toes." with these words, he tucked his knife into his pocket, replacing it with a small revolver from his back pocket, allowing it to glimmer in the light, its presence meaning more than words ever could.
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