D POV
It wasn't the shadow first spotted that caught me off guard, but the one spotted too late. I was the one first shot. It came from somewhere above us and it embedded itself in my shoulder. One officer was caught in the arm with the second shot. I looked up, but saw no sniper until another shot was fired off and landed in the dirt next to me, sending up a puff of dust.
Officers ran in different directions: some to the back of the house, othesrs taking cover behind trees, trash cans, or cars. I fired off three shots and missed twice. The third one I thought I could almost hear come in contact with the meat of a human body, and I saw a dark figure on top of the roof keel over and disappear behind the house. I went for the back, dodging around officers and praying I wouldn't get caught in the crossfire from the first shadow, who had started shooting along with the sniper.
If the first bullet didn't kill him, I thought the fall off the roof would. I was wrong. I found him huddled behind the house on the grass in a pool of blood that was growing slowly as he bled out through a bullethole in his arm, two in his stomach, and one grazed off a chunk of his neck. Two officers were shooting at him, and one had a blown off finger.
He never saw me coming until I tripped up. I knocked over a flower pot, and in a blurr of gunfire, blood and adrenaline, I fired the shot that killed him. We fired at the same time and as my bullet embedded itself in his head, his went into my kneecap. I watched his chest fall with his last breath before I hit the ground.
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Tyler POV
Towards the end, I had become no better than a vegetable. I had lost everything but my ability to walk, and of all days, today was the worst day I could imagine for it to go. It had been fading fast, but when I needed it most, it abandoned me.
I couldn't see or hear her, but the vibrations throughout the house made it obvious that something was happening with Kayla. I was fine with finding her, the trouble was trying to help her.
I knelt beside her, and my knees and palms went into something warm, wet, and thick. Her convulsions shook the house. I tried to hold her head as a wash of a warm fluid seeped onto my lap. My attempts failed, and I reluctantly scrambled to my feet and left her.
For once I was glad Jinni had hired a babysitter for us. I had complained silently to myself about it ever since she showed up, but as I ran for the upstairs bedroom where she was watching a movie, I thanked God Riley was here.
Half way up the stairs, I fell. This has happened to me often, and I always pick myself up again and continue on.
But I couldn't get up this time.
As I scrambled for a hold on the railing, the thud of my fall must have alerted Riley because after a moment of trying to get up the stairs I felt her hands on me. The way she held onto me told me she saw Kayla downstairs. I pulled away from her and I could feel her footsteps falling away from me. A few moments later and I recognized the slight vibration through the house as the door slammed shut. I breathed out a gush of air I wasn't aware I was still holding and relaxed on the steps, closing my eyes, praying Kayla would live to see tomorrow.
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365 Days
ActionTyler has Mucopolysaccharidoses Disease. Doctors predict he has until he's 20 live. Tyler is 19. He knows he's going to die soon, but what happens when someone else is in trouble? Tyler races the clock as he tries to put a stop to the threat before...