PewDieCry: Experience

Chapter 58

Cry’s P.O.V

I watched with wide, disbelieving eyes as she fell to the ground, blood already flooding down the side of her face. The echo of the shot died, and a long silence stretched out around us all. Everyone was still...everyone was quiet, even the blonde bandit remained frozen in shock, staring at the mess of a woman lying of the floor.

I moved my eyes, tearing them from the death and towards Felix who was hunched over, his hair falling over his face as he looked at what he’d just done.  All I could hear was his heavy breathing as realisation set in, as the anger faded...the madness faded.

Then, just as quickly as the silence had arrived, everything snapped back into action. Felix stumbled away from the dead body, the sound of my friends moving and speaking surrounded me and the large, dirty hands of the male bandit grabbed me, yanking me to my feet.

“Gahh!” I found myself yelling, crying out in agony as he threw me across the floor, my wounded leg knocking against the corner of a crate and causing me to shout out again. The pain scolding my body was blinding, bringing white clouds to my vision and making me dizzy.

I tried to drag myself away from him, tried to escape the fury I’d seen in his eyes but he grabbed me again, shoving my back against the crate and grabbing my blood-covered leg.

“Get away from him!”

Someone was yelling. I couldn’t make out the voice. I could only try feebly to struggle from the man’s clutches. No matter how hard I tried, I could still feel that hand pushing against the open would, his thumb sinking beneath my flesh. I locked my jaw but was unable to subdue the burning scream shooting out my mouth. My hands grabbed his face, desperately trying to push him away.

He laughed...he laughed at my agonising convulsions, my body unable to cope with how he brutally pulled the deep laceration wider.

But then the laughter stopped. Just when I was on the brink of welcomed unconsciousness...the laughing stopped, the pain slowly began to settle, transforming into a burning throbbing...something I could deal with.

 I glanced down, finding the blonde bandit lying limply on the ground at my feet. My eyes lifted, finding Felix standing behind the body, his gun outstretched as his eyes flashed a million different emotions. As he fought some internal battle, I watched he gun slip from his hands, clattering onto the floor and snapping him out of his trance.

He began shaking his head, raking his hands through his hair before falling towards me, dropping to his knees and pulling my head against his chest.

I could hear his erratic heart...the unhealthy pace it had taken.

I managed to reach one arm up, patting his arm but wincing when my leg moved slightly. I had no idea how I was going to move...I didn’t want to be moved, knowing it would only cause me further pain.

“Mr. Felix?” a tiny, fearful voice called. I looked up, seeing a small child.  She was deathly thin, pale skinned with grimy blonde hair and a scared expression on her tiny features.

“Go,” he whispered to her. “Red! Get her out of here! She doesn’t need to see this,” he yelled, his voice shaking violent and he stroked his fingers through my hair as if it would heal me.

“But...I want to stay with you,” the girl whispered, stepping forward and hugging his arm tightly. I glanced up, seeing how he looked down at her with such affection...like a father would look at his daughter, a brother at his sister.

He moved one hand from my head, ruffling her filthy looking hair and lifting her head up to face him.

“I’ll be out there in a minute. Macey, please, take some food and eat it outside,” he told her. Her eyes flickered to me, softening when I held her gaze and giving me a small smile.