The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland
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Syara was running hard, gun in her hand, shooting unsteadily at the moving back of Tara.

One of the girls who was on the phone saying they were going to kill her a few weeks prior.

Her dumbass should've known what was up. Syara already told her she wasn't running no fades. And Tara didn't have a gun on her.

That wasn't smart.

As soon as the gun shots rang out in the house, Syara was alert, clutching on her own strap, immediately pulling it from her purse.

And when Tara and her friend ran from the front yard to the back of the house and saw Syara, they both immediately ran towards her, under the impression that they would jump her.

That impression quickly changed when they caught sight of the pretty pistol she had cocked in her hand. Then, it became a chase. And Syara wasted no time shooting the one closest to her and taking off after the one who kept running. Tara.

She recognized both of their voices and knew exactly who they were, but she knew Tara's face personally. She'd been the one who followed her and screenshotted her story.

She also had been dming her some disgusting and pretty grizzly videos, saying that those things would happen to Syara when they caught up with her.

Obviously, that wasn't the case as Tara was running for her life and Syara was on her ass like white on rice.

Syara didn't remember how long they'd been running for, but she didn't know where she was and her legs were burning. She felt like she was going to throw up.

She was also really regretting not stretching.

Still, stubborn as always, she wouldn't stop.

Tara ran even harder. She gave a whole new meaning to activating your feet.

Syara stopped where she was, allowing Tara to gain on her, closing one of her eyes to get a better shot before she shot her in the shoulder, knocking her off kilter, but she kept running.

Eventually, she was getting too far. Syara began running again to get closer. After barely a few seconds, she saw bright lights illuminating the street in front of her. She turned to see only the lights, the car wasn't visible due the blinding headlights.

She kept running, taking notice of how the car sped up, coming towards her specifically. She raced against the car, making a sharp turn, attempting to throw it off, but only making her way to a dead end street.

She turned to run back in the other direction, but it cut her off in her path, screeching to a halt in its spot, headlights shining directly into her face where she stood. She was still, incredibly still as she heard the car door open.

Her finger was on her trigger, prepared to shoot immediately. Her gun was raised at the door, waiting for the person to step out so that she could try to shoot in their direction. It was too bright for her to see anything at all, so there was no way that she'd actually hit them, but she was running out of bullets and clearly she didn't have time to reload right now.

Her gun was just barely shaking in her hand, but she wouldn't allow her fear to populate on her features. You live by it, you die by it, she rationalized. She wouldn't allow her last moments to be some sad shit.

No montage.

She just held tight to her gun, her mind already resigning to the fact that she was going to die. Her mind was in fight or flight mode at his point and she couldn't stop her hand from shaking.