There's Nothing We Can Do

Chapter 6: Devon

I continued walking up the stairs until I got to floor twenty. The halls reeked of what smelled like deteriorating bodies and rotted eggs. I decided to head up a few floors, until I heard yelling from outside. I checked it out from the window of one of the open hotel rooms, and I saw Devon getting beat into oblivion by two enormous guys, one was holding him up in the air and one was punching his side. I walked down the stairs as fast as I could, given my injury. Once I finally reached the bottom, I went over to stand next to the front door, I could still hear the punches landing and the groaning of Devon. 

I let my Gilbert go, so he could trample one of the people beating Devon, as I was poised to shoot whoever I locked my sights on first. I turned the corner, saw the man holding up Devon, and luckily he was facing the side. I shot his shoulder, and he dropped Devon. The man yelled as he stepped backwards. My dog went running for him, and the second I walked out, I heard a gunshot. I looked to my right, and the man who was punching Devon earlier had his gun up, and just shot across my body. I look to where he shot, and I see Devon... With a bullet wound to the chest.

"You bastard! How could you shoot him?!" I yelled furiously. 

"All in a day's work, kiddo," the man responded.

"I am going to cut off your arms for that!" I screamed, fuming with a need to kill him.

I rushed over to him, he aimed to shoot me, and hit my side, I grasped the wound, and kept running toward him. I stopped about 20 feet from him, pulled out my knife, and held it by the tip. I just when I pulled my arm back to throw the knife, I felt an immense pain in my wrist. I look to my hand, and just below my hand, there was a clean hole right through it. I looked over to the other man, and Gilbert was lying by Devon. The only thought present in my mind was how painful I would make their death. This was unforgivable.

"I am going to kill both of you, just you watch! I screamed shakily.

They both laughed. I felt the most anger I ever have in my entire life. All these years, distant from my parents, with only two people who cared about me, and one of them being my dog... And these wannabe mafia members laughing at me, the adrenaline fueled me to discard any weapons aside from my pistol, in which I had it stored safely. I screamed, and made a full sprint toward the man that shot Devon. I knocked him back on the ground, grabbed his gun, and threw it far up ahead. I grasped his head with both hands, lifted it up, then smashed it on the ground. There was no blood, but the man screamed in agony. His friend was still running for the gun, which I thought was stupid. Your friend is getting trampled, and you don't get the guy on him off of him? I still ought to be thankful for that. I lifted his head up again, and with more force, smashed it on the ground. I heard a slight crack.

I got carried away, and the man pushed me off of him. "It seems the adrenaline surge has ended," I thought to myself. And I was right. All of the pain came back, and I could barely do anything. The man stood up, although he was so dizzy he couldn't even walk straight. He looked like some random dude walking out of a bar at three AM. He walked toward my stomach lifted his foot, and stomped on my stomach. I could barely breathe. Now I was questioning if I would be able to muster up enough strength to kill these guys, and the answer was definitely no. He kept kicking me again and again, until I nearly blacked out.

"Hey, asshole!" Devon yelled.

I barely had the strength to even turn my head, But I managed to. There Devon was, hunched over, arm on his chest, and a gun in hand, pointing at the man. His foot was still on my stomach, and he refused to move it, although his hands were up. 

"What are you going to do? Shoot me? Have fun pretty little pri-" The man was cut off by a gunshot. I looked up, and there was a large bullet wound in his forehead.

He fell backwards, and the man who ran after the gun started to run back. He kept yelling a name, Jerry or something. He was probably calling to his friend. Devon pointed the gun up, still hunched and groaning, and started to shoot. He shot a couple times until it hit the man's chest. Just after he dropped the gun, he winced in pain and dropped to the floor. I crawled my way over to him, but It wasn't looking to good for the both of us, but Gilbert was okay. Devon pointed up at the sky, and tried to muster up some words, but his mouth was bleeding. He kept gagging, and I knew he was too far gone. I looked up at the sky, and those "Small Debris" as they said in the news were a lot bigger, and a lot closer... 

I looked back at Devon, and he appeared to be on the brink of death. I heard footsteps, and some weird dragging noise... I looked up, and a man even bigger than that was carrying around a huge hammer. He was walking slowly, and pretty far away. I gathered the energy to try to drag Devon inside, but it was no use. I spent a minute trying to do that, and then eventually I gave up when I realized I couldn't do it. Devon was going to die. I looked up to see if the man was there, and he wasn't. I was looking left and right, when I heard a slam and a splat. The man was behind be, and he just crushed one of Devon's legs.

Devon screamed in pain, and I quickly crawled away, but I didn't have time to save Devon. He slammed on Devon's head, and he was officially gone.