Fire Meets Gasoline : Wildfire

Chapter Fourteen : Fire Meets Gasoline

  MIKE TORRENTES. The fire under us began to spread across the warehouse, and from what I could see from the upper level there were barely any places that weren't on fire. Hera had her gun pointed at us, John's tears began to appear with the blazing light of fire below, and my heartbeat became as fast as the flames. I wasn't scared, but I was worried about what would be my next move. Hera began to laugh like a maniac but still held the gun firmly to the point I knew I wasn't going to take it away from her at that moment.

"Now it's just us!" She giggled "With fire and all!"

"Y-you can still surrender" John tried to be pacifist.

"Surrender?" Her face turned blank "I said I'd rather die than to surrender! Was I not clear?"

She waved her gun around yet still pointing at John who sobbed at every glance he had of the gun getting closer to him. I fixed my stance and didn't move a muscle, which was very obvious for Hera.

"And you?" She turned herself towards me "Aren't ready to die in the flames?"

"Don't you see you have nowhere to escape? If we die you die as well!"

"There's a window here! I can simply just jump in the water!"

"It won't go the way you think Hera!" I shouted "For a criminal you seem to be lacking some things!"

She firmly pressed her gun in my chest and for a second I flinched.

"So you wanna make jokes now?" She slapped my face with the gun.

"We're in a warehouse that is catching fire and falling to the ground!" I looked at her with my nose bleeding "Stay long enough and you might as well join us in hell".

She looked at me for a second with a serious mask, then she started laughing again and moved herself closer to the window that she for some reason closed. As she was about to speak, the ladder we once took on began to crumble as the floor we were in was no longer stable because of the flames. I tried moving as I lost balance and Hera saw it as a sign of danger and directed her gun at me again.

"Enough!" John cried "End this now!"

"John-what are you doing?" I whispered.

"If this is your resolution. Then just do it!" John continued "God knows we've been through it all. One more person into the line of horrors in our life won't make a difference!"

"Well-" Hera was about to speak.

"But you know what?" John continued "If you do this. You won't sleep well from now on. You'll think about our bodies falling into the flames every time you wake up. You won't have a single second of peace. The guilt-it will eat you up to the point you'll want to end your life-but let me tell you-our ghosts won't leave you alone!"

"Is this your way to make me scared?" She asked him.

"No! This is me telling you how guilt is!" John wiped his tears "I haven't killed anyone. But I know this person-who I loved the most-is hurting inside"

"I'm nothing like him!" Hera waved her gun once again.

"You're right. You're nothing like him. If you were, you wouldn't be doing this. You would know when to stop. And when to finally end the bloodshed!"

"You know what's more funny" She got closer to John "The way you defend him-he's not the angel you think he is".

"I never said he was-none of us are" John stared at Hera's bloody eyes.