Hello Darkness, A New Years Day Fanfic

Part 8- No more.

****I was itching to write this new part- so here you are, lovlies! Enjoy c:***

Ali's POV

        The plain wooden door fell forward, and slammed onto the ground in front of me with a loud boom. The sound reverberated through the presumably empty hallway, and chilled me to the bones.

        An insane looking man stood in the doorframe. He was maybe 30 or 40, and had a huge ass smile on his face. "Hello Ash," he taunted, "long time no see, sweetheart." Ash's face was pale and shocked, her brown eyes wide in terror. Nikki stared at the mystery man with pure rage and hatred in his eyes. As for me? I was just confused. And scared as fuck. 

        "You..." Nikki growled, slowly standing up and walking in front of me. I gratefully cowered behind his back. My heartbeat thumped in my ears, and breathing came in unsteady, fragile puffs. "You stay away from them." The man laughed- a sound truly crazed. It rang through the hallways, shattering my eardrums and scarring me for life. A tear rolled down Ash's petrified face, making an audiable splash onto the sheet below her. 

        The man had a knife. He gripped it so tight that his knuckles turned white. The grimy white shirt that was on his chest rose and fell with every heave in and out. Worn, dirty brown boots that sported many holes covered his feet. And he really, really smelled like he was in dire need of a shower. 

        Nikki turned so that he could see Ash, the man, and I. He gently led me to the bed and sat me next to Ash. He gave me a look, and I knew he wanted me to make sure Ash was safe and console her. I plopped down next to her, and turned her to face me. "Just take deep breaths. It's ok. We won't let him hurt you, I promise." She hung her head and covered her eyes.

        The man walked towards us. Nikki opened his mouth to say something, but the man nonchalantly pulled out a gun and shot him in the shoulder, and Nikki fell to the ground in pain. "Now, for you, sweetheart," he walked over to me and clocked me with the barrel of the gun. I dramatically fell to the ground, and rolled over next to Nikki. "Stay with me, babe, please." I whispered into his ear. "Do you have a gun?" He moved his head slightly and raised his good arm a bit. I spotted the gun and took it out of his hand.

        Rolling over and playing dead, I inched closer and closer to the man. When he was distracted with a frightened Ash, I cocked the gun, aimed it at his leg, and pulled the trigger. He dropped to the ground, flailing and screaming, and ultimately dropped the gun. I ran and picked up his gun, as well. "Ash," I nodded, "I got this crank. Can you tend to Nikki?" She nodded and silently darted over to the injured man. 

        I pointed both guns at the crazy man who sat at my feet. "Make a sudden move and I kill you. I swear to God I wont hesitate a fucking second." To my relief, he stayed put. "Now, this is how it's gonna work. You're going to move slowly into that corner, away from Ash." He did as he was told. Both guns held up, I moved a bit closer to him. "Why are you here?" I asked. He shruggedand smiled. 

       "ANSWER ME!" I demanded, all the fear suddenly leaving me, replaced by pure anger. He shrugged again. I cocked the gun. "WHY'RE YOU HERE! TELL ME OR I SHOOT!" The man cowered into the corner. "Ohhhhkeeeeyyyy leeeetleeee giiiiiirrrrrrrlllll," he smiled in defiance, "I'm here because I don't like Ash." I raised an eyebrow. "Why? What were ya gonna do to her?" He shrugged, smiling a toothy grin. His shuck breath washed over me and made me gag. "I was gonna kill her," he sneered. "Just like that." 

        Finally, I heard sirens in the distance. 

        "Well, you're not gonna get what you want. Because that's the police. They're coming to arrest you. And they're gonna put you away for a long, long, time." Footsteps pounding up the stairs. "And they're not gonna let you go. They're gonna lock you up. So you can't hurt anyone anymore. No more shooting people, no more getting shot. No more games, no more pain. No more losses. No more anything. Just crappy prison food and mental rehabilitation." 

        Shouting down the hall.

        "No more, no more." 

        And then he shot me.