Unrealistic Reality

Chapter 25: Unrealistic Reality

"Fuck. This. Shit." I cursed as I looked at the door. Seven freaking guards to take down, on my own. I think it's time to think of a strategy.

I tried to think of something good, but nothing came out. Who would've thought I would die so early? I was a hundred percent sure I was going to die. There was no way in hell I was surviving this.

I just signed my own death.

I took a deep breath and got my gun ready. I slowly opened the door and peaked my head inside. There was one guard right in front of me, and two at the sides. Those people were in my vision, and the other four were somewhere else around this room.

I slowly walked inside the room and tried to make no noise. None of the guards heard me, not until I made a stupid move.

There was a box on the ground, but I didn't see it and tripped.

I fell flat on my face.

All the guards turned their heads towards me and I cursed under my breath. Jesus Christ, why was I so stupid?

Guard number one aimed his gun at my head, but didn't get a chance to shoot since he was already on the ground. Max stood behind him, smirking, and he blew the imaginary dust off of his gun.

"I just saved your pretty little ass, no need to thank me." I was just about to reply when I heard another gunshot going off.

It was Charlie, and the second guard was down. After that, things escalated quickly. Gunshots were heard everywhere, and no one was safe. Charlie and Max were able to take most of the guards down, and I was fighting against them. I tried not to kill someone, but it was harder than I thought with the strong men.

I finally got my opponent down and looked around. One guy approached Max from the back with his gun raised.

Max was fighting another guy, so he didn't notice anything. I knew that if I didn't do something, Max would die. He saved my ass today, and I wasn't going to let him die now.

I raised my gun at him, and before he could shoot Max, I shot him.

I shot him right through the head. He fell on the ground and blood was flooding out of his lifeless body.
I stood frozen in my place as I looked at the dead body. Max turned around and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Sam, did you... did you kill him?" his voice was unsteady and a tone higher than normally. I couldn't respond, and his words just flew through me.

I killed a man.

When realization hit me, I crashed down on the ground. Charlie was still fighting a guy, but Max ran towards me and held me close.

"Sam, are you alright?" The concern in his voice made me feel guiltier than I already was. I took a man's life. I killed a person.

I am horrible.

I couldn't cry, not while knowing it was my fault. I didn't deserve to cry, not ever again.

Max held me in his arms while I still sat there, not responding on anything he was saying. When Charlie was done, he came running towards me and crouched down in front of me. He looked at Max with a glare and hissed,
"What did you do to her?" Max looked at him with an expression full of disgust.

"I didn't do anything, she just killed a man to safe my live. She is in shock." He tried to keep in his anger while he was glaring at Charlie.

His eyes went wide as he looked at my sad and shocked figure in Max's arms. "We need her to get out of here." He made an attempt to pick me up, but Max held me against his chest.

"Go and get the bags, I'll bring her to the car." It looked like Charlie wanted to argue, but when he looked at me again, he silently nodded his head and walked away. Max lifted me up with no problem and held me against him.
I threw my arms around his neck to make it easier for him to carry me.

He smiled a little and looked down at me. "You'll be alright Sam, it will be okay." I couldn't believe his words, not when I just killed a man.

But I was stupid. I knew I had to kill someone, sooner or later, because being a killer belongs to being in a gang. I knew what I was getting into, and I wanted it so bad. But not anymore. I didn't want to kill anyone ever again.

But I needed to do this.

I needed to end this, once and for all.
When we arrived at the car, Nate's face went from happy to worried in less than a second. "What happened to her?" Nate asked, his voice filled with concern.

He was looking at me intently, as if trying to say I needed to show him I was alright. I wish I could've said that to him, but I was too weak and in shock to do so. Max placed me in the backseat and turned to Nate.

"She killed a man to safe my life." He whispered softly. I just knew he was blaming himself for me killing a man. He was giving himself a hard time, but he didn't need to. It was my choice, I chose him over my standards. I couldn't life with myself if I would've let him die.

Nate's eyes went to me and he swallowed. "I guess she couldn't handle it." Max shook his head and lowered himself next to Nate.

"I should've never let her kill that man for me." Anger was boiling up inside of me and the shock faded.

"Of course I had to kill him!" I yelled. Max and Nate whipped their heads my way with their eyes wide.

"You saved my life, and it's only fair if I save yours." He shook his head in disapproval but I cut him off. "Max, shut up. I am going to be fine, I promise. I am glad you're still alive okay? Be happy, we are quite now." A small smile formed its way on his lips and Nate smiled.

"Chloe's back." He said happily.

But I wasn't, I wasn't back. I changed at the moment I shot that man.
Old Chloe would never return, I was a murderer now.

I was the same as my father's killer.