Come Back, A Vikklan FanFic

Chapter 23 Shots Fired

I felt bad for not updating for a LOOOOOONNNNGGGG time, so I made this chapter. DON'T RAGE ON MEH PLZ! < 3

Vikk POV

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TRIGGER WARNING IF YOU DON'T LIKE BLOOD!

We all lean against the building. This is it. I will finally be able to save Lachlan. I sigh, wiping the hair out of my face with the hand that wasn't holding my shotgun. I turn my head to my friends that I have spent about two weeks with.

"It's going to be okay Vikk. You will come back and everything will be back to normal." Brandon says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I bring him and Kenny in for a group hug. It last for a while until I remember what we have to do. This is for Lachlan. I put my gun away and start to walk towards the bank. They do the same.

I open the door and we get in our possessions. I'm at the front of the bank with Brandon and Kenny is at the door with his knife. "Everyone down on the ground! We don't want to hurt anyone, we just need a key!" Brandon says, pulling out his AK47.

They do as he told and I get out my lock cutters. I walk up to the door and start to drill. Five seconds later it is open and I walk down the stairs to the money room. There, I see a golden key on top of a money stack. I snatch it up, and sprint back up the stairs.

I hear a gunshot and someone screaming above me. I get up to see Brandon on the ground with a cashier pointing the gun at him. Tons of blood is dripping from his lower thigh. I take out my shotgun and aim it at the cashier's head. I shoot and hear an agonizing scream from him.

I grab Brandons hand and we run out the door. I take the medical kit that he has in his hands and we run for the other side of the building. I set him down, and get to work. The bullet shot was perfectly set in his lower thigh. I take the tweezers and slowly pull it out.

He tries to keep in a yelp, but ultimately fails. Kenny finally finds where we are and sits by Brandon, cooing sweet nothings to him. This seems to calm him down a bit, but the blood keeps flowing. I put peroxide and it, and he cringes. I take a wrap and put it around his leg several times and the blood stops.

"I-it h-hurts." Brandon says, grabbing his leg to try to stop the pain.

"I know, but hang on tight, we need to get going." Kenny says, putting his hand out for Brandon to grab. He takes it, and we head on our way to the helicopter.

The concrete is crowded, people being banged against each other just to get to a store. We make our way, but Brandon kept getting hit by everyone, making his wound open up again and bleed more. We stop at a abandoned corner and patch him up again.

"I'm j-just a hassle f-for you guys," Brandon says, cringing even more. "It's better o-off if you let m-me go b-back."

"NO! We will have you go on until the very end." I say, shaking his shoulders.

"I-I'm in t-too much pain. D-do me a w-wish and let me g-go." He groans. I sigh.

"Will I see you again?" I ask.

He nods.  "Once you d-die again, y-you will see m-me. J-just please, r-rem-member me." Brandon takes his final breath, and he goes limp. Kenny starts checking his pulse, but not a beat was heard.

I lean in for a hug, and he does the same. I feel my shoulder getting wet and hear sobbing in my ear. "I l-loved h-him!" He exclaims.

I feel a tear in my eye, but I wipe it away. "I know Kenny, I know." I take his head away from my shoulder. "But he helped us, and you get to see him again." I say, making eye contact with him. He starts sobbing again, and we sit there, crying for a long time.

Kenny finally earns his composure, and we start walking again, but he was carrying Brandons med kit. It was kinda something to remember him by until he goes back to heaven.

Thanks Brandon, for everything you have ever done. You may have scars on your wrist, but you have helped me more than you know. And don't worry, I will remember you until further more.