The Educator (dark h.s)

Chapter 22 - game on

"The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers." William Shakespeare.

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A sudden silence loomed in the air, until another gun fire was heard. Multiple ones flying through the air, menacingly hogging the screams of the people in the room. Several plans pervaded my head but due to lack of time I did the best thing I could possibly think of, duck. I crouched down behind the witnesses stand, still oblivious to what was going on as to the lack of light in the room. My heart was lodged into my throat from fear as the shots were not so far by now, I could vividly feel them tearing through my eardrum.

There was no way the guns were simple pistols let alone rifles, it had to be a machine; the speed of the sound was wavering in my ears. Tears welled up in my eyes, that could be the end, of both my dad and I. They could finish the Wilsons off by easily eliminating the remains.

The high sound of bullets soaring through glass echoed throughout the room, causing me to bring my hands up to cover my ears. I wanted to disappear, to wake up of that merciless nightmare, only that was no dream, it was reality. When death was among us, how I wished I hadn't set Harry up back then, you wouldn't even understand. Jeez sometimes some decisions just can't be taken back, as much as we can't turn back time.

A blood curdling scream pierced through my chest as it ripped through my throat muscle. I gripped onto the first thing I found as someone's big hands grabbed my bent body by the hips. A sharp piece of wood prickled my skin and peeled it off as I was dragged off the ground rather roughly. I whimpered as I was pressed to a hard chest, but the click of a gun shut me off instantly.

And the lights turned back on.

My mouth went dry, my heart at loss for pumping blood as a warm breath hit my neck. I didn't dare look back in fear to find the head of a gun pressed against my head. I blinked my eye to adjust, and immediately a fast stream of repentance hit me like a brick wall.

The courtroom was completely destroyed, from the honoured seats to the back. Bibles were burnt and windows were shattered. It was chaos. But the face of the macer was what would probably haunt me down until my last breath and apparently even after.

His once, flashy hooked nose was now covered in dripping blood, lifeless eyes staring right through me. A big, heart- shuddering hole was between his eyes, and his body was pale. Too pale to even be a wandering soul.

I chocked on a sob as I tried to break out of the man's solid grip on me, my stuffy nose adding to my headache.

"Listen up all of you or I'm pulling the trigger." The raspy voice boomed from behind me. The compact object was placed on my chin, giving me goosebumps of fear. He pressed it with more force, gesturing me to rise my head. With morosely no choice I did as told.

Everyone's eyes suffocated in horror as they watched the scene playing before them. The eyes of my father stood out of all, though. I knew his pride had been defied, I had just grown to know this kind of look way too good. However, I could pick another emotion in them, it was worry, a parent emotion.

"Not as strong now, are we Gwendolyn?" A sob escaped my lips as he taunted, grazing his lips against my ear.

Gwendolyn

I inhaled deeply as he withdrew, tears still brimming my eyes and gun still held tightly to my shaking jaw. I knew he had something planned out, I freaking called it. It was way too easy, almost too easy to be true.

"Turned the tables on you, haven't I? Guess our game's taken a massive turn here, as I mentioned before, I like my games appealing." Harry barbed, his intimidating, lean frame pressed against my back. I stiffened, we were buggered.