I Still Care - A ChilledMexican FanFiction

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sark's PoV

*Bang* *Bang*

Two gunshots went off. That could mean several things. Adam took down Max and Anthony, or maybe they took down two of them. Hopefully the latter. I slammed my foot into the door, hoping to break it. I guess that they' debt coming for me next. I might as well go out fighting.

The caves slightly before the door pops open. Standing in the hallway is Anthony. Renee stands behind him. Her knife is pressed to his throat. I see no sign of Max, Adam, or Steven. Anthony struggles to talk as she applies more pressure to the knife. I can see a trickle of blood making its way down his neck.

I start walking over, being as quiet as possible. I step up behind her and the floor betrays me. A loud squeak echoes around the room. She pulls the knife across and Anthony drops. She flips around to face me just as fast. Her once white tank top is now splattered with blood. I see the glint of the gun next to Anthony's body. He makes small whimpering noises as his body shudders.

Then he stops. I look away, not being able to look at him without crying. Renee's hand touches my shoulder. I try to push her away, but she's quick. Her hand grabs me and she jumps forward. I fall to the ground with her on top of me. She presses my shoulder up and I hear a pop. I cry out in pain.

"You think you can win, old man?" she asks, fiddling with the blood covered knife. A smile crosses her face as she brings the knife up to her mouth and licks the blood off of it. I close my eyes and wait for her to just kill me. I don't want to be stuck with this psycho. A hear a scream as I let one out. A sharp pain hits my right eye. I can't open my eye at all and I can already feel the blood.

Renee's weight was lifted off of me. She must have gone somewhere else. I try to remain calm about the knife in my eye as I open my left one. I can barely see things, but I can still see. The pain makes it hard to keep my eye open. I just want to drop. I fumble around, trying to find my way out of the hallway. I hear someone scream in protest as I feel something hit my leg. My legs give out beneath me and I fall. I land face down on the floor. The knife goes clean through from the sudden impact.

A/N I'm sorry for all this shit.