Life Under The Gun.

1. Blood&Tears.

Kea O'Neil.

"Look out Winston!" I shouted at my younger brother as he stumbled to his knees. I looked up and shot with the gun in my hands, ending the life of the man who shot at my brother.

I looked around fearfully searching for anymore of the men. I only saw limp bodies that laid on the rocky ground. My chest heaved up and down before I ran over to the man that I shot.

I looked down at him seeing that he was still alive. I kicked the gun that was near him away before I got down on one knee and grabbed his hand.

He tightened his grip around my hand causing me to keep a sour expression on my face because of the pain. I turned and glanced at my brother who was struggling on the ground groaning in pain.

Tears welded up in my eyes as I glanced back at the man in front of me groaning in pain as tears fell from his shut eyes.

I mentally debated on leaving the man and running over to help my brother but I couldn't. I let a few tears fall as I looked down at the man on the ground, under me bleeding from his chest. "Do you believe in God?" I asked him with a shaky voice. He reluctantly shook his head before he let out a groan.

"Please, Kee'." My brother groaned in pain causing more tears to fall.

I looked back down at the man as my tears fell onto his shirt. "Repeat after me if you want to be saved." I sniffled and his grip tightened around my hand.

He nodded continuously and I sniffled trying to contain my tears. "I believe in the blood of Jesus." I sniffled and the man coughed up blood. "I believe - in the blood of Jesus." He struggled out. "In the name of the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ." I spoke and he repeated it in a struggling manner.

I sniffled and glanced at my brother who had stopped moving, more tears started to fall as I looked back at the man under me, tears making my vision blurry. "I'm sorry for taking your life. Forgive me Jesus." I spoke before I sniffled.

The mans grip loosened his grip before his chest stopped heaving and his hand slipped out of mine. I quickly stood up and started running over to my brother, jumping over a few dead bodies. "I'm coming, Winst." I cried as tears blurred my vision. I felt myself trip and fall forward.

"Shit." I mumbled before I sniffled.

I looked up to see my brother a few feet away from me. "Winst." I sounded out hoarsely.

He turned to look at me and reached for me. Seconds later his head and arm fell to the ground as his body fell limp.

I quickly stood up and ran over to him falling hard on my knees in front of him. Tears started to fall as I felt myself struggling to breath. I felt a clog in my chest as I looked down at my dead brother on the ground.

My chest heaved up and down as I sniffled and cried. I cried for a few more minutes feeling weak and tired. We fought so hard to get out of this kidnapping alive only he fought and died.

I down bit on my bottom lip holding in my tears knowing that I'd done enough crying. I sniffled and kissed my brothers cheek before I stood and looked at his dark red covered, white shirt.

I walked over to the guy that I prayed with. I picked up my gun that I dropped there and checked the clip, seeing that I had to reload.

I sniffled and looked around spotting two guns. I jogged over to the different guns and loaded my clip with the bullets from the guns.

Their were two remainders and I decided to place them in the back pocket of my jeans after I shoved the gun by my back in my pants under my tops.I ran over to a limp body of a dark skinned man and searched him finding a wallet and a phone.

I opened his wallet and spotted a couple hundreds, some credit cards and some corders. I looked around out of paranoia not spotting anyone in the dispersed area. I shoved the money in my boot and made an emergency call on the iPhone.

A lady answered and I placed the phone on the ground leaving the line going. I grabbed a lighter out of my back pocket and lit the fake leather wallet on fire throwing it on the ground as it engulfed in flames.

I shoved the lighter back in my pocket and zipped up my jacket before I started walking away from the scene. I looked over my shoulder before I pulled the hoodie of my jacket over my head.

I started running away from the scene hearing police sirens in the far distance. A tear fell from my eye as the thought about my brother. I bit on my bottom lip restricting myself from crying anymore - no matter how much it hurt.

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