Hit and Run

He slowly pulls the trigger, but pauses. My eyes focus on the gun in his hand, not paying any attention to what he was doing. "You don't desrve this." I kick the gun out of his hand and point it at him. He begins to laugh. I will never understand this guy and his sick ways yet... I want to kill him, sick or not. It would make me feel great to see his body lay cold on the ground. With nothing but a beautiful red coming from his lifeless form. I shake the thought and stand up still holding my wound. I begin to step back, slowly heading towards the door uninjured me so kindly kept unlocked. I cock the gun keeping my hand on the trigger. John begins to walk towards me as well. "Stay back!" I hold the gun up to his head. "Or I'll shoot."

"You know..." he lowers his head. "All guns run out of Ammo eventually." I pull the trigger as it shoots him in his stomach. He falls, and as if it were a que, I run. I grab my suspenders, open the door and run. I run and run and run until a sharp pain hits my good leg. I fall over as I feel a warm liquid come from my body. I pull my body with my arms. "I love this sight!" A figure descends from the darkness. "The sight of children dragging their bodies to the home land. That's why I kill of the useless ones. So they don't have to suffer in this awful world we call home." I continue to move ignoring his regretfully heard comment. "Are you even listening?" I reach for the door knob at the end of the hall, the room I began in is the room I will be safe in... Hopefully. "How rude." In seconds, the back of my hand opens, my skin exploding in the spot the bullet entered, my blood splattered all over my face. "Haven't your parents taught you to respect your elders." I lower my hand after this event and rest on the floor in defeat. I hear his foot steps coming towards me and a tug on my hair. I groan to the feeling of sheer pain. "You are so amazing, Fascinating even. No child has given this much fun since I had to kill my maids son. He was such a trickster." He takes out a knife. "To keep you from talking why don't I just rip out that voice box of yours."

"Go... Die." He chuckles and puts the knife at my throat. "You don't understand the situation you're in right now do you?" He pulls my head farther back, slitting my throat with one quick slice. "Or I could just leave you to bleed out and die." He slams my head on the ground. "You. Are just. Another. One. Of those kids. Who think. They. Can top. Someone. Who killed. His own. Family!" With every word, he slammed my head on the cold concrete floor, harder and harder. Staining the floor with my blood. He lifted my head once again by my hair and whispered in my ear. "You know what that means right? You don't have a chance against me." He shoved the gun in my mouth. "Now at the count of three, I'm going to shoot you. One." I shut my eyes. "Two." I hold my gun. "Three." A loud bang fills the hall, as John Patron does the same with his laughs. I was cold, and I couldn't feel anything. I had no emotion, and I don't think there's a way to get that back.