Invincible

4.

I took a deep breath in and then exhaled slowly.
I wasn't even scared when he stood in front of me with his gun pointed at my head.

"Please, just take away my pain," I begged him as I closed my eyes.

"Is she really having fun with this?"
I overheard a man yell. I opened my eyes and looked around to see who said that, only to find Carlos laughing at it.

"Of course she is, she went there willingly to be killed because she couldn't do it herself, our little lady will finally be satisfied!"

Added Carlos and everyone else looked at him, perplexed, and I was no exception. I returned my attention to the man in front of me, who gave me a cautious look. I simply nodded and smiled at him.

"Come on, do it," I said quietly so only he could hear me.

"Lotta, stop acting like a fucking hero! You're just a loser who can't commit suicide so someone else must kill you !"

When I heard those words come out of Carlos' mouth, I grabbed the gun from the man's grasp and pointed it at Carlos. He just chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"So, what are you going to do? Do you intend to sh..."

He didn't have time to respond before collapsing to the ground. When I realized what I had done, I opened my eyes wide and heard the screams of those around me. I looked down at my trembling hands, which were pointing at the spot where Carlos had been standing just a moment ago.

"I did it, I really did it, I killed him," I whispered. I sobbed and threw the gun to the ground. My breathing became more rapid, my knees buckled, and a wave of cold swept through my entire body, which I couldn't shake. I could hardly stand up this time, and there were tears as well. I gave up after a few seconds and collapsed to my knees in a fit of stress and panic at what I had done.

I couldn't hear anything, the voices were mingling, and I couldn't focus on any of them. The screams, tears, wailing, and cursing were tearing at my eardrums.
However, police sirens drew me away from the chaos. I was terrified and unsure what to do; after all, I had killed someone, but I wasn't going to be arrested. I gathered all the strength I could muster, stood up, and dashed to the broken window, through which I jumped. Fortunately, the entire incident occurred on the first floor, so nothing serious happened to me. But it was a little higher, so I landed on broken glass on the ground.Despite the fact that I had forgotten about the splinters in my hands and feet, I stood up as quickly as I could and began running somewhere I had no idea where.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, whether from mental or physical pain, but I didn't stop because I needed to find a place to hide, at least temporarily.
I admit that fleeing the scene of the crime, even after the murder, was a bad idea, but as I previously stated, I wasn't going to be arrested.

People were staring at me in every direction, and I was trying to catch my breath while still running and crying. In a normal situation, I would have been overcome with anxiety, but I didn't care at the time. I eventually made it to the buildings that had been abandoned for years and were used to hide and smuggle drugs by drug addicts. I didn't waste any time and hid behind a trash can in an alleyway between two buildings. I immediately dropped to the ground, drew my knees to my chest, rested my head on them, and tried to calm down.

My heart felt like it was going to burst, but I smiled anyway. I'm not sure why I smiled, but it could have been because I was finally able to do something I'd wanted to do for years. After a few minutes, I looked around and saw that there wasn't a single living soul anywhere, so I slowly stood up and began to consider where I should go; after all, I couldn't go home because that would be the first place they'd look for me.

I pulled my hood over my head and began to walk slowly out of the alley when a black van pulled up in front of me, the side door of which quickly opened and I saw the men who had ambushed our school.

"Get in for God's sake, do you want the cops to catch you?"
Said one of the men, and I was scared, so I jumped in and fell down when the van began to move.

One of the men on my left side had a gun pointed at my head and was about to pull the trigger. Because he was still wearing his mask like the others, all I could see were his turquoise eyes and mouth. I suspected it was the same man who was pushing me forward.

"Shawn, stop that right now," the man next to him warned him before snatching the gun from his grasp. Those brown eyes were supposed to take my life from me just minutes ago.

"Do you really want to risk ? She can give us away."

Before speaking again, the man with brown eyes looked at me, then at the man with turquoise eyes.

"Don't forget who you work for; if you do, I'll remind you immediately."

"I don't care, I'm going to kill her!"

"If you try it, you'll fly out of the van, and I don't care if it's moving!"

This time, the man with brown eyes raised his voice at him.

"You know, Tatiana will kill you."

"She won't, she wanted a friend, right ? So that's what I'm doing, I'm bringing her a friend."

All this made me sick and dizzy, and I tried with all my might to stay sane, but I couldn't. I started to hear and see badly, and to make matters worse I started to breathe badly. The next thing I knew my eyelids started getting heavier and heavier until I gave up and passed out.