The Split Sun and The Mechanical Moon

Chapter Eight: The Moon Shines Where The Gods Gaze Falters.

I have to get out of here.

As much as I would love to see Hawkins, he isn't going to remember me, these people keep talking to each other secretly, and I heard one of them say "Sacrifice". These people may seem all jolly and good... but I need to leave. I looked, the only way out was the door behind me. Kuro is armed with his rifle across his back, and my car is a ways away. I felt a drop of sweat fall down my forehead, I felt the revolver itch in my pocket. Kuro looked at me, his helmet leaving him soulless as he asked me something.

"Are you okay Dove?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking I should go yknow."

"You should stay, boss should be here any moment."

Fuckkk~, uhm. I can't just shoot one of these people, do I have any other way out?

"I should really go though, uhm I'm late for a dinner."

"If you say so."

I stood, standing awkwardly as I walked to the door. I reached for the handle, but heard a an echoing voice.

"He's got a shot on you!"

I quickly jutted to the left, a bullet striking the door as I rolled across the ground. I kicked up a secondary table as the man shot chunks of the wood out. I saw Jimmy still on his phone as Blade and Sam pulled out small sidearms and opened fire into the table, I heard the clipping of their empty magazines. I smirked, smashing through the table, sliding across the floor. I tackled Kuro, firing a shot into Sam's shoulder he dropped his gun. I put my gun against Kuros helmet, Blade standing with her pistol aimed at me.

"Put your gun down, I'll shoot him!"

"G-g... get offa' him! Righ' now!"

Kuro spoke.

"Put your gun down Kate."

She did so, and I took my gun off his head. I kept my aim on them, walking slowly to the door and now opening it. I walked backwards, but now ran into somebody. Aw shit... I turned, to see a tall man looking down at me. Orange eyes pierced me, as he kicked me into the table. He walked in, closing the door. I looked, everyone was at the back tending to Sam, and cowering from this man.

"Well well well, I come home to gunshots... and one of my boys shot? What the hell is The Dove doing in my house? HUH?"

He put his foot on my chest, looking down at me with an arm across his knee. He wore a tight black and grey suit, two swords tied with red string across his waist. His grey hair dirty, and he had a bit of a tan to his skin. Though it wasn't evident too often, I'm in trouble, that's evident.

"Cmon, speak up lovely."

I felt pressure lift off my chest, as I gasped.

"I... was just leaving."

"Oh no no no, see you shot Sammy... and that's not how I do things. Nobody shoots my boys, or my girls. So you know what I'm gonna do?"

He reached into his vest, a black pistol with a long silencer on the muzzle now pointed to my forehead.

"I'm gonna give you to the count of three, to give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you right here! Ready?"

My heart raced, the voice in my head desperately telling me something that was muffled as the count started.

"One."

My eyes raced, if I move once I die, if i don't move I die.

"Two."