"…cigarettes."
My face is going pale. I lick my lips they feel like they're are chapped. Cracking. I'm scared what the f*ck do we do.
"Keith what the hell is the matter with you."
Cold sweat, blood rushing.
'No, I'm not doing that. That plan where he gets to eager and he rushes out again.'
He's looking at me weirdly like I'm crazy, insane even. I need a better plan. This isn't gonna be good I need to be able to tell him we can find a way to do something.
It's broad daylight. We can't just jump out there and hope to all hell that he'll just not see us. My brain becomes rushed now. Feeling like my head is on fire going into over drive. Pulling parts out of what happened last time and putting it with different ideas this time.
Something is put together though a new plan one that could work if we do it and work it smart. I just have to hope that I'm a good shot.
"Don, I have an idea, but you have to trust me."
"Why, what you gonna do?"
"You have to agree to it first."
"B*tch, I'm not going to agree to a stupid ass plan if you don't tell me?"
'That is a very reasonable response.'
"I'm going to hit rough you up a little and pretend to keep you as a prisoner leading you to the fire place area thing. The soldier will most likely hear us but if he doesn't I'm going to say some words I heard them speak and make him come here. I'm going to hide behind you and take a shot at him, kill him and get behind the troops."
"F*ck no, why don't you become the guy that stand in front of me and I shoot him. It sounds more like you want me to just get punched shot and killed and then you can kill the guy just for you to die right after to the others."
His face is visibly showing that he disagrees with the plan. He's practically telling me his thoughts.
'That's the dumbest plan I've ever heard.'
Those are probably what he's thinking right now.
"We don't have any mother choice if we don't do this and we go through with your plan we end up losing both the people and Paul."
He rubs his head, shaking it. Looking for a comeback in his mind. Combing the humps and the bumps to come up with a plan that could work better than him being used.
"Why do I have to be the one getting punched and being used as a shield. While you are behind me. I'm a better shot and I know damn well I'm not gonna miss."
'Like I didn't think of that.'
I look him up and down, he does the same to me.
"Don you are taller than me not by much but just enough to cover me, and with your build it will be no problem…"
He does a double take. His build is considerably bigger than me, hard to tell because our position. Bigger in miscle mass, not in fat. Though he's taller than me not a lot though.
"… and I know your a better shot but do you know any words they spoke. Hell do you even know the language they are speaking."
He shakes his head. Then he looks down at the ash, turning his head slightly behind him he sees a body, an old man. I know he's looking at that because I can mentally see a light bulb light up in his brain.
"Why do I have to get hit though. I feel like that is still a very stupid idea. Can't I just stand in front of you and hope that you hit your shot. Or like an alternative to the bleeding scenario?"
"First of all, do you not think that if he sees a man that doesn't even have blood on him, when he comes around the corner. And what alternative to the blood scenario. You gonna go over to the dead man over there and use his blood? Be my guest."
He's frustrated but I think I was able to convince him. Mostly because he doesn't really look around all that much but just crouched there looking me up and down.
"Okay, I'll do it."
My eyes go bright. Thankful he went though with it.
"Okay, ohh… eh. Sorry in advance."
"For wha—."
Before he can get his sentence out I punch him. The punch lands in between the nose and the top of his mouth. Slightly bending the nose in an unnatural way and, I think he bite his lip because the blood start flowing from there.
"You b*tch!?"
That was loud, Tall, might have heard him yell that. I look over the corner and he did. He threw his cigarette a fair distance away and slowly walking over with his gun in hand.
Lucky for us, there is about multiple alley before he can get to us giving us sometime to—
Don walks past me right into the open. Gun in hand with his nose dripping some blood but more of them from his lip. I don't even hear him get up or his footsteps walking right past me.
Tall doesn't see him. Or well he can't see him. Tall is facing inside one of the alley ways and it seems he got a fair distance inside. Don follows right behind him entering the same alley. What follows is the sounds of a struggle a hard struggle. Sounds of grunting, punches landing, another few sounds of what I think would be someone's head against the wall. For some time no sound. Not even the squeak of a rat, coming through.
Then one single gun shot. That is what makes me rise to my feet, slowly making my way, past to other alleys to the one they both entered. The sound of the rifles cartridge popping out is made. As I reach the wall, slowly turning the corner as to get the surprise on the enemy, who I thought has won the fight. Only to see, Don.
His face is covered in blood. He's holding the enemy's rifle in hand checking it. In order to make sure that he has enough to fight back against the others.
"Took you long enough."
Following him deeper into the alley I see the body. The man that was taller than both me and Don laid on the floor. His face almost fully caved in. Blood gushing completely out, like the blood was rejecting his body. He's lied against a wall and the wall has a mark from the impact, till eventually his face slide down and made a trail of his blood till he met his demise on the ground, not sure if it was the gun or the banging.
Peices of his face on the wall. The blood crimson red, the same color on Don yellow-white face. Now, well the blood color over takes his skin color.
"What the fu—."
I got the same treatment I was supposedly owed. Before I could finish my sentence I got clocked square in the jaw. The alley starts spinning, I start stumbling holding onto the wall for leverage but even that doesn't feel good enough. Landing on my ass, then my back. Everything goes black.
Feeling some slapping on my face I start slowly waking. Eventually it gets harder and harder. I start moving the hand. Grabbing it and throwing it away, more like just shoving it softly but the feeling was like pushing with all my strength.
"Don't ever punch me like that again."
Don says, kneeing next to me. Slowly he gets up putting a hand on top of his knee to rise. He sticks out a hand, for help getting up.
Grabbing his hand I feel my body lift and myself pushing off the ground to get up and stand on my own two feet. Still difficult, nauseated my feet feel like spaghetti. Nearly falling once or twice. Holding onto the hand that brought me up.
Slowly my body gets used to itself and Dons hand releases me. A slap on the back nearly makes me fall but I put one foot in front of the other and slowly stand straight.
"Hurry up."
Don is already out of the alleyway and out into the open. Now used to walking, I start jogging after him. Don is now at the last house, hiding before we have to take action against the enemy. I'm still away from him.
A gunshot goes off. That means that the escapee died. The killer wil take a while walking, right after the flamer will kill the people. I'm now reunited with Don. He's about ready to go out. I pull him back and go over with a plan that I thought up coming here.
"Soon the guy with the flame thrower will burn these people but if we can shoot the tank and then kill the captain, the guy on top of the pedestal, we should just be able to cut there forces in half and take out there commander."
"How do you know this?"
"That doesn't matter now we just need to save these people."
Nodding his head he answers:
"Yeah, okay we'll go over the details later."
"You shoot the tanks on that guys back…"
I point to the back of the flamer, the two tanks that he's using to fuel the fire.
"… I'll take out the commander. After that they'll be in disarray and we can take out everyone else."
The rest of the enemy soldiers can be just seen from in front of the pedestal and hostages are still lined up with Paul laying beside them, asleep.
Soon the R*per fully unloaded into the escapee. We both look at each other on we know it's time to put the into action.
Don shoots the fuel tanks just as Short is helping to prepare it. Exploding both as them Flamer being killed on explosion and Short slowly burning to death, as both Don and I hear his screams.
I take the opportunity to shoot at The commander hitting him in the shoulder the first shot, he yells out something and another shoot right into his head. His body flops down on the wooden podium.
R*per is the first to see us since he is the only one facing our direction he picks his gun up to shoot. All that comes out is a click, he tries to do it again but Don won't let him he shoot his shot and kills him instantly. The bullet enters and exits his skull, making him falls back with a thud.
The last two soldiers seem to not be able to understand what to do. One tries to run, Don shoot and kills him. The last is hiding behind the pedestal we are both unable to see.
Don nudges his gun forward, a signal to what I think is him saying, "You go first I will watch your flank." , slowly I make my way to the pedestal the soldier is the one that made the humping the air expression. When supposedly, R*per told him that he did the girl. They both laughed and laughed.
The guys gun is on the ground. Don and I give each other a look before we hear the hostages yelling for his death. It's loud and angry, full of contempt. They screaming it.
The guys pleading. Begging. His english is horrible. His life, he wants to live. Tears come out of his eyes. All while the people yell for his life on a noose.
"Shut up!!"
My voice has always been loud. Even since born. Probably from the times I tried to get my mom to notice me but it didn't work. Till I got louder and louder and louder. Finally she had no choice but to notice me to get me to be quiet. Those were the happiest moments from my childhood up till her death.
They are quiet. They still want him dead but silently. Don pulls me to face his direction and tells me something.
"You decide what to do with him."
He walks back and grabs the limp body of Paul dragging it to the area we came from until I can't see where they are anymore.
"Leave him."
The voice of the distant woman says. Talking in a soft tone. Everyone looks in her direction as she still looks straight forward. Slowly turning her face to meet my eyes. Tears star streaming down her cheeks and fall down, hitting the ground.
"Why..?"
Her face with slow tears rolling off. Her face doesn't show remorse or sorrow for the begging man. No. It show anger, for what they have done to her and it shows something more, I just can't put my finger on it—
"I will kill him myself…"