Dead Men Bleed

At My Finger Tips

Gun fire snapped me out of a trance. A stray bullet drove into my shoulder. The burn was unbearable! I felt the blood seep through the shirt, warming the skin as it trickled down.
"Fuck!" I screamed as I dropped down in a fetal position. My SCAR clattered beside me as I slid my hand underneath toward the wound. I felt the eerily warm liquid crawl between my fingers and the sharp pains shoot through my shoulder as I applied pressure.
I need to leave. Now! If I don't I'm like a fly in a web. I snatched the SCAR. I can't carry it, not with the weight and the wound. I took my shotgun and dropped it on the roof and replaced the SCAR in the sheathe. My hips! The Prismatics! Thank God! I whipped it out the holster, sprinting across the roof. Cold air stung my lungs and the nauseating taste of blood filled my mouth as I dashed from one roof to another. I peered down toward the alley, searching for an alternative other than roof running. A kiosk! Gonna hurt like shit, but I gotta do it!

Avirace ran with the suitcase in hand. Sweat began to loose his grip on the handle, his mind was chaotic like an F5 tornado. "Shit, shit, shit!" He cursed as rushed through the busy alley. Hacksaw was ahead, scouting for the vigilante. This didn't ease Avirace at all. He could be any-
CRASH!!!!!
The kiosk beside him turned to splinters. The owner fell back in surprise as the cheap merchandise and wood was smashed beneath an object. Curiosity enticed his mind, luring him closer to the destroyed kiosk. He nervously drew a Glock out of his jacket, walking on tip toes with caution.
The wood was tossed away from the middle by an unknown person. The fallen?
He kept his Glock readied, flicking the safety off. Low growls and grunts rumbled as whoever fell began to sit up. Lo and behold, Avirace froze at the sight of him. He wore a black, paintball like mask with blue camouflage patterns. A red circle grew at his left shoulder.
"Sunnuva..."
He paused as he stared into Avirace's eyes.

Flashbacks molested my mind. All the abusive words. All the rage I felt when I was younger and felt his thick palms slap my face. It came back to me. And he was frozen like a deer in headlights. My Prismatic laid beside me. Carefully, I slid my hand toward the gun.
"Found you, motherfucker." I snarled. "Seven years led me to this."
He stood dumbfounded by my words. His frozen and dumbfound state was my weapon. Quickly, I drew the Prismatic out and fired. The twin bullets nipped at the top of his shoulder.
"Aayy!!" He yelped as he bolted toward the crowd.
He had the advantage, dammit. I struggled to my feet as I continued to watch his movements. The crowd though! It was like a chameleon in a forest! Shit! I fired off a couple shots, separating the crowd and clearing a path. My memories flared, my heart pounded, and my fury grew. I could imagine the blood sticking to my fists as I pound him or how his bones sound when they snap. These things flirted with my anger and drove me to push further.

He was weaving through the dense crowd when he turned back. He was like a wolf!
"Who...the fuck....is he?!" He wheezed as he shoved a couple down to the sidewalk.
"Asshole!" The male cried out behind him as Avirace continued to sprint to the square.

"Get that fucker!!" I heard Avirace cry out, hearing a crack in his voice. From the crowd, men dressed in black appeared.
One strayed away, keeping his distance with an AK47 in hand. The other three used the crowd, muscling through and using them as shields to get across without worry of a bullet flying.
Continuing onward, I blitzed toward one between a group of traveling religious folks.
Hardcover books and pamphlets scattered as I speared the man. Metal clattered to the floor along with the man.
"Ooofff!!" He huffed as his body crashed to the canvas. I saw the look in his eyes. Feral, unrelenting. Lack of a soul. He means to kill me. So did the others. Before he'd get the chance, I stole the man's switch blade from a holster at his chest. The cold steel reflected the dull, yellow lights as I lifted the blade.
Blood splashed on my face as the blade tore through his skull violently. The crunch of bone sent shivers down my spine.
"Fucker!!!"
A fierce force struck me from behind, throwing me off guard and sending a pain across the nape of my neck. The attacker shoved me to the cold, wet ground and hovered over me.
My hands were shields against a barrage of fists. I could feel my hands beginning to bruise from the surprisingly strong strikes.
"Time it well" I thought to myself.
His fist found a home inside my palm. His determined, predator like face transformed into one of shock.
Using the shock, I yanked him down and smashed my forehead onto his.
"Shit!" He yelped as I threw him aside.
My weight pressed down on his chest as I pummeled him with hammer fist after hammer fist. His screams were muffled and inaudible as I bashed his face with the clenched meat of my hand. His noise was shattered, his lips were shredded, and his eyes were swollen. I sprang to my feet and yanked out one of the Prismatics.
His brains splattered all over the pavement as the twin bullets ripped througb his cranium.
Up ahead, the man with the AK47 began to approach toward me. His face was confused as he tried to push through the swarm of pedestrians.
I lifted my Prismatic, squinting through the iron sight and waiting to fire at the perfect moment.
A swift strike to my jaw knocked me off balance and slipped the gun out of my hands. Another man in black clenched at my collar. His teeth were bared as he cocked his head back for a head butt.
His attack was prevented with a simple slap at his hands. Following with a straight left to his chest, he staggered backward clutching his chest.
I stood in fighting stance with the right foot forward and my left fist forward out.
The attacker wiped the sweat off of his caramel colored skin and rushed at me with a feral right. The wildness of the attack made it easy to duck under.
He buckled down to his knees as I stomped down on his calf. He yelled and wrestled as I gripped his lower jaw with my left and the back of his skull with my right.
With an effortless twist, his neck snapped and his body jerked violently.
Two more men rushed in too late. The dark skinned attacker rolled his sleeves. My mind groaned as they stood in stances that resembled boxing. I've lost too much ground and these next two seemed like they weren't going to be of any help at all.
"C'mon! Let's get this over with!" I barked at them, coaxing the scrawny and white attacker to charge.
I quickly ducked under his left hook and drove my shoulder into the dark skinned attacker. I felt, at least, two ribs crack under the sheer force of the blow. Blood spewed from the man's mouth as he crashed to the ground.
"Sunnuva bitch!" the scrawny man bellowed as he rushed once again.
He was immediately halted by a quick back kick that connected into his groin. He rolled to the ground and let out a weak moan. I pounced on him like a lion and rained down heavy elbow strikes to his chest then into his cheek.
Then, I was lifted up. The dark skinned attacker struck me in the nose, cracking it with a loud snap.
Air suddenly seemed limited, I could feel something was crooked. That was the least of my problems. He shot a quick kick into the back of my legs and forced me down unto one knee.
His partner regained his bearings and joined in on the assault. Both of them jabbing and throwing hooks that rattled my skull and bruised my body. My ears were ringing and the world shrieked into my brain.
"Hold his arms!" The dark skinned attacker ordered to his comrade.
A pair of deceivingly strong arms wrapped around the joint of my elbows, yanking them backward and forcing me to my feet.
"Get 'im Jerry!" He shouted, deafening me with his irritating voice of excitement.
Jerry threw slow yet powerful straights into my chest and ribs.
The warm froth of blood dribbled between my lips, cursing my tongue with its' metallic taste.
My mind switched into survival. As I endured the beating, I noticed two things. The one who restrained me had his foot by mine and Jerry was slow, throwing blows every three seconds. It was just a matter of timing.
I hammered my heel onto the restrainer's toes. Using his state of pain, I rotated my body and dragged his along. He let out another groan as he took a solid strike into the spine.
I jerked my arms free, still holding onto his wrist. His body rolled over my shoulder as I used his weight to flip him onto the concrete.
A sudden tug at my shoulder sent a blaring warning in my chest. I knew who it was. I just didn't know how to react. Then, an idea.
Our eyes met, locking in a split second duel before I forced them to close. I gathered a thick layer of blood and spit in my mouth and launched it right into his eyes.
He squealed and desperately rubbed his eyes, smearing even more blood all over his face.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He literally cried as he doubled over, trying to rub his vision back.
As he was blinded, my boot snapped on the downed man's cheek. The stomp forced his head to twist in an unnatural angle, snapping his neck.
Jerry was still crying when I stood him to face me.
Click click.
"Lemme see them hands, motherfucker!"
The man with the AK47 had the tip of the rifle against the back of my head.
I instinctively froze, slowly lifting my hands up into the sky.
"Easy now, asshole. Don't try any funny shit with me." He ordered sternly, pressing the rifle against my head.
I proceeded to turn ever so slowly, facing the gun man.
"You got me, sarge." I taunted.
He pushed the gun between my eyes.
"Test me, motherfucker. Go ahead. I'll shred ya face all over this God damn market!"
I laughed at his threat, provoking him to fire a warning shot by my foot.
"TRY ME AGA-"
I grasped the AK and yanked it toward me, dragging him forward into my elbow.
I twisted my body into a back to belly position.
Robbing him of his control over the weapon, I unleashed a flurry of bullets into Jerry, shredding his chest into bloody hunks of meat and flesh.
The gunman began to struggle, forcing me to propel my head backward into his face. As he stepped backward, complete control of the gun was transferred to my hands.
I adjusted my hand on the trigger and the aim toward his head.
The recoil rattled my shoulder as the man's head was obliterated into a grotesque, crimson mess. Bits of white splinters flailed around in the air like bits of lumber would.
Another gunman quickly rushed in, who was promptly shot down by a couple quick shots into his skull. A red mist sprayed onto surrounding citizens as he collapsed to the floor.
Making a foolish move, I threw the gun down. At that moment, I felt a massive pain. Like someone had a stone and struck me between my shoulder blades.
"Another freak." a deep voice snarled in an interested, almost aroused (not sexually), tone. "Just like me."
I caught a glimpse of a hulking shadow of a massive man behind me. He eclipsed over me like the moon would eclipse the Sun.
That was the last thing I saw before another blow struck the back of my head, knocking me unconcious.
I had lost my chance at Avirace.