Traitor

M1 the Mad

(Just a quick little chapter for you guys thanks to everyone who's still reading!) 

"You called the cops?" Darius roared. He turned to look at the cops as they approached.

"Walk out with your hands up!" A policeman yelled as other policeman crouched by their cars with their guns aimed at Darius. I faded into the shadows, ready to shadow travel my booty out of there.

Darius smirked and snapped his fingers.

A police car exploded into flame, tossed like a coin straight up into the air before twisting and crashing on top of another car like in the movies.

My jaw dropped. Darius gets mad at me for getting captured- then blows up some poor police cars? "Darius... they'll know it's you. You're exposing yourself!" I yelled from the shadows.

"Let them come," Darius growled, his eyes bursting into flames. "I want them to know just what they're dealing with." His fingers snapped again and another car blew up, sending policemen running for cover.

"Darius- stop! This isn't right!" I begged.

Darius didn't reply, stepping over the bank teller, who had collapsed on the floor. I followed him from the shadows as he entered the bank vault and pressed his hands to the steel of the circular vault door. His hands glowed orange, to the point where I could see the dark bones of his hands and veins racing through his fingers. His hands sunk through the thick metal until he was able to reach his arm inside and unlock it from the inside.

I flinched as I heard more explosions from outside.

"Remember," Darius said as he kicked the door open. "This is war. Sacrifices are to be made." He said as his hands returned to their normal color. He crouched and started shoving money into his backpack.

I felt a bit nervous. Darius was acting reckless, crazy even. I was sure that one day his temper would be the death of him. The word 'war' made my stomach turn. I wasn't sure what he meant by that.

"Come on. More cops are on their way," Darius barked, striding out of the room with the backpack over his shoulder.

I looked around before diving into his shadow so I could hitchhike on him for safety. As soon as I was safely in his tent of a shadow, I immediately felt strong hurt... sorrow beyond tears. And above all, I felt anger- the hottest, most animalistic anger I've ever felt in my life. I wanted to tear someone apart... I wanted to rip them from the inside out... I wanted to claw their guts out.

Then a flash of pain.

I looked up, straight at the sky as shadows are forced to, and saw Darius' leather jacket rupture. I saw a single bullet, which had ripped its way through his chest, bloodied from its journey, drop to the ground and land on me with a shrill jingle.

It took me a second to realize he'd been shot.

Apparently it took him a moment to realize it too. His face slowly twisted into a snarl before BAM! BAM! BAM! Three more bullets tore through his body.

He should be down on the ground by now. Or at least curled over in pain. But instead, he grew angrier. Like an old bull impaled in bull fighting.

He turned his head towards the camera mounted on the west side of the bank. Its glassy eye stared at us- and the police officers.

A snap of his fingers.

BOOM! The police officers were engulfed in a wave of flames from their fallen vehicles. They weren't even able to scream before they vanished, eaten alive by hungry, blue flame.