dropping the donuts. My lip was bleeding; I could taste the blood on my tongue. Metallic and salty. It was hard for me to concentrate, I was shaking so badly. Where the hell is everybody? Why isn’t anybody else out here? Why did I have to come by myself? Ethan wanted to come. Abigail wanted to come. I didn’t have to come by myself.
Oh God, I’m going to die.
“ Now!” He demanded in the harshest of whispers.
“ Okay, okay.” I managed to reply. I couldn’t find the keys. Where the hell were the keys? I was too drunk and to high focus. God, why am I even here? I should be at home studying for...for something! I shouldn’t be HERE though; I should be anywhere else BUT here!
“ If you don’t open the door, I’m going to put a hole in your skull then open it myself.” He struck me again, harder this time. I fell backward against the car and tumbled to the ground. He was standing above me, still pointing the gun at my head.
There was a sudden movement behind him. Everything happened so fast; I barely witnessed it at all. Someone grabbed his wrist and spun him around, twisting the gun from his hand, while grabbing him by the throat, throwing him against the side of the car. He fired the gun once, shooting the Man in Black in the leg.
“ Run.” The Guy said to my attacker.
“ You...you shot me!” The Man cried out, holding his wounded leg as he tried to stop the bleeding.
My Savior pressed the barrel against the Man’s forehead. “And I’ll kill you.” He proclaimed. “Run.”
The Man in Black scampered off into the darkness.
The Guy with the gun stared into the distance, watching, as if he could still see the Man in Black even though he was no longer in eyeshot.
“ You okay?” He asked, finally satisfied at whatever he was looking at.
I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared. Paralyzed with fear, like a Buck caught in oncoming headlights.
“ Hey...hey, everything’s fine now.” The Guy said, ejecting the clip from the gun. He bent close, offering these things to me as a show of peace. “He’s gone now, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
I took them from him slowly; the gun was so heavy in my hands. A car drove past us on the street.
“ You’d better put that away, before a Cops see it.” He bent down slowing, picking up the keys to the car from the ground. No wonder I couldn’t find them! I had already dropped the stupid things.
He opened the trunk.
“ We...we should call them.” I stuttered.
“ Call who?” The Guy asked.
“ The Cops.” I replied. “Report what...what just happened to me.” I was shaking so badly that I could barely form a coherent thought.
“ Yeah, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” The Guy said. “May I?” He reached for the gun slowly.
I hesitated at first, not sure if I should give the weapon back to him, but I did anyway. If he really wanted to kill me, I would be dead by now.
He took the items from my hand, inserting the clip back into the gun, clicking the safety on, then burying it somewhere inside my trunk. I was so glad to have that thing away from me.
“ What are you, sixteen, seventeen?" He asked, slamming the trunk door closed.
“ Seventeen.” I declared. “But what does that have to do with anything? That Man, he’s getting away. We need to call the Police.”
The Guy just shook his head. “Because you smell like a brewery. That’s why it’s not a good idea.” He initiated a step forward and took a sniff of me.
I instinctively moved away. “What are you doing?”
He made a face. “What is that? Marijuana?”
“ Yeah, so?” I answered.
“ You can call the Cops if you want, report what happened.” He began. “More than likely, they’ll just arrest everybody here for underage drinking and possession of illegal narcotics. That’s on you though.” He pulled out his phone and began to dial 911.
“ No, wait...” I called out.
“ Yes?”
“ Is he, is he gone? The Man, I mean. The Man in Black.” I
Oh God, I’m going to die.
“ Now!” He demanded in the harshest of whispers.
“ Okay, okay.” I managed to reply. I couldn’t find the keys. Where the hell were the keys? I was too drunk and to high focus. God, why am I even here? I should be at home studying for...for something! I shouldn’t be HERE though; I should be anywhere else BUT here!
“ If you don’t open the door, I’m going to put a hole in your skull then open it myself.” He struck me again, harder this time. I fell backward against the car and tumbled to the ground. He was standing above me, still pointing the gun at my head.
There was a sudden movement behind him. Everything happened so fast; I barely witnessed it at all. Someone grabbed his wrist and spun him around, twisting the gun from his hand, while grabbing him by the throat, throwing him against the side of the car. He fired the gun once, shooting the Man in Black in the leg.
“ Run.” The Guy said to my attacker.
“ You...you shot me!” The Man cried out, holding his wounded leg as he tried to stop the bleeding.
My Savior pressed the barrel against the Man’s forehead. “And I’ll kill you.” He proclaimed. “Run.”
The Man in Black scampered off into the darkness.
The Guy with the gun stared into the distance, watching, as if he could still see the Man in Black even though he was no longer in eyeshot.
“ You okay?” He asked, finally satisfied at whatever he was looking at.
I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared. Paralyzed with fear, like a Buck caught in oncoming headlights.
“ Hey...hey, everything’s fine now.” The Guy said, ejecting the clip from the gun. He bent close, offering these things to me as a show of peace. “He’s gone now, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
I took them from him slowly; the gun was so heavy in my hands. A car drove past us on the street.
“ You’d better put that away, before a Cops see it.” He bent down slowing, picking up the keys to the car from the ground. No wonder I couldn’t find them! I had already dropped the stupid things.
He opened the trunk.
“ We...we should call them.” I stuttered.
“ Call who?” The Guy asked.
“ The Cops.” I replied. “Report what...what just happened to me.” I was shaking so badly that I could barely form a coherent thought.
“ Yeah, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” The Guy said. “May I?” He reached for the gun slowly.
I hesitated at first, not sure if I should give the weapon back to him, but I did anyway. If he really wanted to kill me, I would be dead by now.
He took the items from my hand, inserting the clip back into the gun, clicking the safety on, then burying it somewhere inside my trunk. I was so glad to have that thing away from me.
“ What are you, sixteen, seventeen?" He asked, slamming the trunk door closed.
“ Seventeen.” I declared. “But what does that have to do with anything? That Man, he’s getting away. We need to call the Police.”
The Guy just shook his head. “Because you smell like a brewery. That’s why it’s not a good idea.” He initiated a step forward and took a sniff of me.
I instinctively moved away. “What are you doing?”
He made a face. “What is that? Marijuana?”
“ Yeah, so?” I answered.
“ You can call the Cops if you want, report what happened.” He began. “More than likely, they’ll just arrest everybody here for underage drinking and possession of illegal narcotics. That’s on you though.” He pulled out his phone and began to dial 911.
“ No, wait...” I called out.
“ Yes?”
“ Is he, is he gone? The Man, I mean. The Man in Black.” I
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