The Untouchables

Chapter Two: Lynn

Everyone was screaming, running in every direction.

So much chaos.

People were falling dead in the streets, surrounded by a pool of red.

People in black masks and bodysuits were shooting at us from the rooftops.

My sudden fear paralyzed me, I couldn't force my feet to move from the ground. Thankfully, the boy took me by my wrist, and started to lead me through the hectic crowd.

"Come on!" He shouted to me. "We have to go for cover!"

He pulled me through the mess of panicked people. I saw people fall, and they'd disappear into the sea of people, never to be seen again. Everyone was searching and screaming for their loved ones, with little hope of finding them in the crowd.

I only had one person I needed to find. My mother was at home and I didn't really have any friends.

I had to find Jayden. Above all, I had to find him.

He was the only true family I had left.

But he was with his friends, and he promised they'd stay together.

The boy led me into the crowded cafe with everyone else that had come for cover. It was so crowded, there was barely any room for air, and you couldn't take a single step without hitting someone. Some people were holding towels to themselves, covering their injuries, due to the gunfire or the frantic rush for cover. Others were trying to find their missing loved ones, like I was trying to do.

Then I spotted Jayden's group of friends in a far corner of the cafe, away from the windows and the mob of people that just entered the already cramped cafe. I approached them to retrieve Jayden to save him from this madness.

"Where's Jayden?" I asked them.

Their faces went white when they saw me, as if they saw a ghost.

That can't be good.

I repeated myself, only more sternly this time. "Where. Is He."

The tallest one of the bunch spoke up. "We- uh- he, -um- we don't know."

I felt the blood drain from my face.

Jayden.

He was still out there.

He didn't come with his friends when they came for cover.

I pushed and shoved my way through everybody to get to the door. Everybody was shouting at me, either profanities that shouldn't be used with small children around, because I'd run into them, knocking them over, or begging me not to go back outside.

But I had to find him.

I didn't know what I was going to do if I didn't.

I needed a miracle.

The boy I'd spent the day with caught up with me before I darted out of the cafe, and spun me around by my shoulders, so I would have to look at him.

"You can't go back out there! Do you understand me? You cannot go back!" He shouted at me.

Suddenly, a ray of bullets came through the cafe's windows, shattering them, sending everyone ducking to avoid the fire. The fire hit quite a few people and sent them to the ground, solidifying his argument of why I couldn't go back out there.

"I have to!" I shouted back at him. "My brother is still out there!"

He tried to say something else, but I dipped out of his grasp, darted for the door, and ran back out into the square, with the continuous sound of bullets whizzing past me.