Then Shane Happened

Chapter 7: Would You Step On It?!

And the whole world spun before my eyes as plummeted hard onto the ground inches from the fence as the air was knocked straight out of my lungs.

Everything happened so fast I could barely comprehend it all. The shock from actually not landing on the fence guy me I full force as the pounding feet approaching me was now in my life of vision. Despite my aching ribs I stood up abruptly and reached for my gun my trusted dagger safely tucked away in its sheath at my belt ready if I even needed it.

I pointed the gun.

And began to shoot.

Three bullets drove straight Though the first guard coming out with nothing but a metal stick. He fell to my left coughing up a mighty amount of blood. I looked down at him only to come face to fist to another.
More were coming I could tell. The gun flew out of my hand at the impact. He punched my gut, pushing me backwards. Quickly pulling my trusted dagger from it's sheath, I elbowed the sucker in the ribs sending my dagger flying in the place I hit him. Three more.were in my line of vision popping out if the corner in a uniform march. Most likely securing the area. A solid punch the the face and he joined his fellow guard on the floor. I crushed on the floor to get my gun. I was gonna need it. The guard number one approaced. I kicked his leg from under hum sending him flying backwards. A technique I learnt in rehab.

Guard number three must have still been trying to process what the hell was happening because he sure as hell didn't expect the bullet flying to his head. He landed hard with a thump. I moved fast towards the guy lying motionless beside me. I took a grappling hook - or at least what looked like it.

Detaching the hook from the device I pinned it to the wall.
Bending to get another hook to create some kind of lift for myself, I realized that the third guy was no where to be found.

Reinforcements

I stabbed the second hook to the wall.

They're coming. Fast.

I reached desperately for the third hook detaching it so fast from the rope it slit the side of my palm causing a generous amount of blood to decorate the my right arm.

Then they came so many guard I cold barely count. I climbed into the first hook nearly missing my step. I took out my gun with my wounded hand the pain seething through me like poison. That's poison fueled anger that I didn't even know was present I stabbed the third hook. Hard into the wall. Using it to pull myself up.

"Stop right There!" A bulky man about six feet tall yelled. He stood in front of what looked like whole cavalry of officers.

"Surrender now and we won't shoot"

I turned back menacingly slowly, my injured arm gripping my gun tight. A harsh cackle escaped my lips.

"But what's a gun fight if there aren't any bullets?"

He looked so confused I could have sworn there was a baby elephant on the fence dancing the orange justice.

I shot. I shot for all that I was worth I shoot pulling myself slowly to the edge of the fence as I did so. my leg on its too ties balancing in the second hook I'd placed before me. With each guard that stepped forward came an ear ringing shot that brought the down. My good arm finally caught hold of the fence.

Just then I noticed at the back of the whole commotion. A man dressed in all black was aiming a deadly looking rifle at my head. My eyes widened.

Either it was adrenaline or some strange power I leaped up onto the fence laying flat.. Six round of shots blasted through the air.
If I didn't move now I was going to be dead meat.

I closed my eyes cursing and wincing for the pain to come and fell backwards onto the other side of the fence.

I hit the ground so hard my I hard a crack and blood rushed through my head. My ears ringing and my vision getting more blurred with each passing second.
I could hear shouts in the background. They were obviously getting into a car ready to chase me.

I furiously shook my head begging my consciousness to stay with me. I took the gun in my injured hand. Now throbbing as droplets of fresh blood flowed through nthe deep cut. The grimace on my face was adead giveaway of the utter pain I was feeling. I rose on one knee.

Need to move. Need to get outta here.

The second knee came up an I could hear my body groaning against the motion.
I took a shake breath and a look around.
I was in the middle of the street.

Where the Hell is Terry?!?!

Staggering to my full length I watched the people in the buildings starring at me in horror.

When I heard the sirens again. That sudden burst of energy and realization hit me as I began to run across the street to the petite coffee shop on the other side of the road.

Bless Hades.

I pushed through the glass of the small shop. Causing the door to shatter to pieces. Screams filled the air and a plumpy looking man beside me held out his pepper spray.

Hilarious

I ran across the bakery before they could memorize my face and jump out through the back door. I stumbled outside coming in contact with a wood door.
I drove my foot into it bringing it down in one kick.
The inside of the next building looked like a fashion house. Obviously closed for the day. I ran up a set of stairs leading toa dusty old balcony. From there I could get a good view of the libraries exit. I pull out my gun with my injured hand.

This sting is gonna give me a freaking infection.

I watched as the cops filled the neighborhood below probably looking for pretty little me.
I aimed at the group closest to me, scattered on the street with guns pointed high in the air. The manikin I stood behind covered me well enough and at right moment pulled the trigger and took them out one by one. From where they would least expect it.

I suppose I wasn't fast enough because one of the few of them left started shooting in my direction.

Shit.

Bullets flew by left, right and center.

"Poor manikin. You really didn't deserve this, huh? Although the bullet holes do gives off that rugged bad girl look." I tossed the perforated Barbie doll over the railing and down to the floor.

Where is this guy?

Luckily another balcony was close by. If only I could jump over to it without falling to my death...

"Shane!"

I could hear Terry calling me from the other side of the building, a whole two blocks away from the police.
He was standing beside the car, waving frantically at me.

I looked around for the quickest way down that didn't involve dying. Catching a glimpse of a wooden ladder at the other end of the balcony.

Perfect.

I'm on my third step when the shooting starts again.
I climbed backward faster. The book in my jacket pocket hitting my ribs ever so gracefully with every step I took.
I was the second to the last step when a shot at the ladder throws me off balance bring me down and the ladder with me.

I landed painfully with the wooden ladder breaking my fall.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

My upper body is screaming in pain but I get up either way and make a death race for the car seat few paces from me.
I threw myself into the car in a heart beat and slammed the door behind me. Looking out the wind to find a pair of cops running after me. The wheels of the car already screeching in agony at the speed where about to use.

I looked straight forward and yelled to Terry.

"DRIVE!"