24 HOUR BUS. (Luke Hemmings 5sos) AU

Hour 22

"YOU ARE SURROUNDED!" The blaring came from a megaphone atop a flashing car.

Jason rolled his eyes.

"Drop the gun and come out with your hands on your head." It carried on. He shook his head and headed back to where he had been sat the whole time leaving the door which had seemed as a barrier between life and death open, as if it were inciting death in.

The three of us were left sat there in shock. What just happened? Police were all around the bus, we were literally surrounded as the voice said. Flashing lights were everywhere like bodies. A yellow "crime scene" tape was being wound around trees that formed a circle round the bus preventing anyone from coming near it. From coming near us.

I couldn't count how many police there were. It looked like hundreds. Police cars. Police vans. Ambulances.
They were too late. There were 21 people lying dead on this bus. Three more wouldn't make that much of a difference.

I leant my head against the window and felt Luke do the same reaching over me to see past out reflections and the glare of the flashing lights.
More cars were beginning to arrive along with several vans. Satellite dishes were on top of them and helicopters flew above. They were reporters. Why were they here? All they can do here is photograph dead bodies once we are all dead and film us drop to the group with no life left to soften the fall.

"How sick." Luke muttered. "Why do they have to document this? I don't want thousands of people to see me die."
I hummed agreeing with him. I lent back in my seat. Staring out the window won't do anything. They have turned up a bit late. If I turned up that late to my job I would be fired.

A lone police man began to walk towards the bus. Many officers were lined along the tape with small and big guns pointed at the door of the bus. It was partly wedged open from when our failed attempt to run away ended.
Jason appeared in our vision again.

"Keep quiet." He glared at us.

The man got closer. I slowly started to rise scared and hopefully yet completely lost and out of control of my body.
Jason strode towards us. All three of us were seated near each other as if he had chosen to keep us alive until the end. Everything seemed to be planned out down to out last words, it was all falling out of our hands and into his lap. My life seemed to have led up to this moment, I was drowning in so many emotions I couldn't name them all but there were so different yet exactly the same and it was confusing. Which didn't really help. It just added to it.

"Let them go." I heard a shaky voice try to sound stern and asserted. It was clear he was nervous. "Enough people have died."
He was close to the door of the bus. Close enough we could hear him without him shouting. He kept walking before pushing the door open climbing onto the death filled metal tin.

I never got the chance to move before I was yanked into the isle and a cold metal barrel was pressed to the side of my head. It all happened so quickly. Jason was behind me, holding me in place while his other arm was pressing the gun to my temple.
I tried to slow my breathing and control the tears but they fell as if they were my last. No words formed in my brain. Just sounds. Sounds that couldn't be described. Sounds I had never heard of before. I was waiting for my life to flash across my eyes.
Him. Them. It. Then. After. Death.
But nothing came. What were my last words? I won't speak now. I don't want my last words to be pleas of help. Begging to someone who craves the begging. I would not waste my last words in him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered so quietly I barley even heard myself speak.

The police man stopped a few feet away from us. He couldn't look me in the eyes. My life was in his hands.
"Please. Let her go. Let her go and you can walk of this bus and get the right to a lawyer."

"Step back. Get of this bus and walk away." Jason stared him down. The police man was quaking in his boots. Was this finally it? I die being held as a bargain?

"Please." The man put his right hand in the hair extending his fingers. He stepped forward slightly.

"One more moved and brains will paint the Windows. Will the press catch that?" He I could hear the sarcasm in his voice and I could feel him tilting his head.

"you don't need to do this. It won't solve anything." The man spoke slowly. He was stood half way through a step. "The girl never did anything." His foot landed completing they step.

"What about her?" Jason's voice was like ice. The barrel left my head and a bang ruptured the settling air. Blood pelleted the window behind where the now dead girl was falling to the ground and it all happened before the ice of Jason's voice finished streaking through me.