Unexpected Support

Chapter 2

My mind started to race. Why would he bring a gun here? Is he going to open fire or target at one specific person? What if it at his colleagues? What if someone dies? What do I do? What is the plan?

I try and remain calm as I head over to the phone. I go on autopilot as I dial 911. I do not even recall what I said to the operator except the location, saying the man has a weapon at the restaurant and he was going to use it. When I finish telling the operator this, I heard gunshots on the main floor with people screaming and running away. I pushed through the crowd of people who were fleeing the scene. I stopped when I saw the man that was holding the gun earlier was now on the tables holding the gun proudly in the air. I ducked behind a table that was knocked over and hid. I I looked around and saw steak knives that had fallen on the floor and desperately grabbed two of them to use for protection.

I peak my head up to see him speaking to the gentlemen who were at the table earlier but instead of three of them, there was one of them on the floor, to my horror, dead. I tried to keep my breathing under control as I looked at the other two who were alive, and they were terrified. They both had their hands flat on the table with them shaking in their chairs. The man with the gun was now walking around them in a circle, like a predator circling his prey.

He was deciding who to kill next.

I ducked my head down again to try and think to buy some time for the police to get here. I looked around desperately to see what I could do. My eyes locked on to empty beer bottles that were on the floor, and I have a decent plan, to an extent. If he acts like an animal, treat him as one. Lead the predator away from his prey.

Trying to gather my thoughts and harness all the strength I have, I put my plan into action. I grabbed my knives and ran. My legs felt weak as he heard me and started to shoot at me. I dodged a handful of shots and made my way towards the kitchen. I sensed him right behind me and at the last minute I dodged the shot, throwing a bottle at his head. I knew it hit him because I heard him cry out in pain, but I also sensed him getting angrier.

No, Nicole. Not sensed, you did not sense anything.

As he was distracted, I sprinted until I hid behind the massive worktable that was in the center of the kitchen.  I tried to count my breaths in order to calm down, but I heard footsteps and it made me stop breathing.  The footsteps sounded very intimidating and heavy as with every footstep there was the sound of the gun clinking in his hand against his side.  I knew he was close by the footsteps and in preparation, I held up my knives in my hands, shaking as I was thinking about what I possibly had to do next.  

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped. I could hear him breathing heavily from either pain or anger (probably both) as he was probably looking around the room to see where I had gone but I knew if he took another step, I would have to fight him.  But something weird happened next.

He started to whistle.

Not like a casual whistle but like a psychopath whistle.  As the notes left his lips, they echoed around the room almost menacingly like he knew where I was, he was taunting me. I heard the hammer click back and I sprang into action.  

I leaped up with my knives and went right to his throat.  Time slowed again as he pulled the trigger right at me.  I knew it was going to hit me, it was inevitable, you can't dodge a bullet, that is impossible.  

But I did not care. 

If I was going to die, I was going to go out protecting and saving people.