Out of Your Life
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Chapter Four
St. Augustine, Florida
Jackson wiped a trickle of blood from his head as he slowly repositioned himself in his seat. His dazed eyes looked around and finally spotted Lisa slumped on the floor in front of her seat; unmoving.
"Shit," he cursed, wiping his bloody hand on the seat.
The speakers crackled to life and the driver's voice came on. "I'm sorry about that jolt back there, folks. I would appreciate it very much if you would please remain seated and on the board while I inspect the bus. I think it's only a flat."
Jackson watched the driver and his assistant get off the bus. Then he waited; his ears open and carefully attuned to any and all sounds from outside.
Five sharp cracks sounded then the people looking out the windows began to scream.
Gunfire.
Jackson knelt down beside Lisa and tried to wake her. "Come on, Leese!" he hissed, shaking her roughly.
She was non-responsive. He uttered a curse under his breath.
Another crack. The following hiss of air. They were shooting out the rest of the tires now.
Jackson pulled Lisa up and cradled her against his chest. He snatched up her purse as well and half-dragged her down the aisle.
"Excuse me. I need to get in the bathroom!" he called. "My wife's hurt!"
"You heard the driver—stay in your seat, young man!" scolded an elderly lady.
Lisa moaned in Jackson's arms; finally beginning to stir.
"Leese, honey, wake up," he said softly, patting her cheek. He was acting gentle for the benefit of the crowd. Had they been alone, he would have slapped her soundly to wake her.
Her green eyes remained tightly closed.
"Get out of my way!" he snarled at the remaining passengers blocking his way down the aisle.
Still holding tightly to Lisa, he rudely shoved his way through the crowd to the bathroom. He locked the flimsy door and bent low on the floor after collecting a damp paper towel from beside the sink. He shielded their bodies with his back as he worked to revive Lisa.
Several more groans and her eyes fluttered. Groggily, she said, "What—?"
"Ssh, Leese, we have to be quiet. They're here."
"Who?"
"Why, my dear Lisa, it's our killers."
That's when gunfire and screams erupted on board the coach bus.
Bullets sprayed into the top of the bathroom and Lisa shrieked. Jackson covered her mouth with his hand and shot her a dirty look. Suddenly, a blast knocked him forward and Lisa's wide eyes caught sight of the hole in his back; blood pouring out of it.
Voices floated to her and all of a sudden someone was banging on the bathroom door. Jackson was lying across her lap, bleeding to death from a bullet and the rest of the bus was silent. It was very clear that she was next on the hit list.
Her disoriented eyes searched for a weapon—any type of weapon would do. Then she saw her purse. She grabbed it and yanked out the gun.
With a kick, the lock gave way and Lisa placed the intruder in the sights of her gun and fired.
Author's Notes:
A very quick, cliffie-type chapter. Thanks for reading/reviewing! Only one more chapter and maybe an epilogue.