Marionette

Chapter 6;Death

The man laughed maniacally. "Which one of you shall die first?" he said in a grating voice. I started to tremble. I was unable of stopping him. The booming of bullets sounded the room and in the blink of an eye, Chris stumbled to the ground, gasping for breath. I stood there. I just stood there, when i couldve done something. But it all happened so quickly. A sour taste crept into my mouth and my eyes welled with tears. Chris was still struggling for air. Soon he started coughing up blood all at once. The man laughed behind me, mockingly. I fell to the floor, gripping Chris's hand that was near to lifeless. Pale, and skinny. He looked up at me as if to say "I know you tried to protect me all these years, and its ok." That was the final straw. "How could you do this? You murdered my brother!" Chris was dying fast. 3 bullet holes remained in his torn shirt. The man laughed cruely from behind. I got up, wiped the running mascara from my face, and sniffed up the running snot.

"You bitch!" I screamed. The man stared at me blankly. I bent down and tried rapping up Chris's wounds. "Chris? Can you hear me?" I asked through flowing tears. "He cant hear you! He's dead!" The man shouted in a flat tone. Chris shook his head. "Remember what we've gone through together. Remember that I will never vanish. And remember that I will be watching up above." he said in a bitterly faint tone. "Chris..I failed." I sobbed. "I shouldve did-I shouldve did more to protect you." He shook his head slowly, his eyes rolled back, and his body went limp. The man started to clap. "Oh what a cliche moment! So sweet.." I didnt turn my head back, I didnt want to look at his ugly, fat, phyco face. If we didnt escape. Chris wouldnt be dead.

I saw a gun on the mans desk, and he didnt even see it coming. I held the gun to his face;he smiled. "Your too afraid." he sneered. I shot him, but only got his shoulder. "Fuck!" the man cursed, clutching his palm to his bleeding bones. I ran off through the theater of lifeless bodies.

A knife flew through the air and chucked at the wall, only missing me by a few inches. He grabbed me with his good arm, I grabbed it and held it behind his back, he now took my wrist and squeezed. "Women are weak. Everyone should know this by now." he whispered over the commotion. I kicked him in the shins and held his own gun at his own head. He backed away from gun point and raised his hands in mid-air. "Fine, I surrender." I new from his grim expression he was only joking, and deep down inside I saw a scared man, who was lonely, and afraid. His eyes read the expression of fear, but everything else said "deadly." "Your afraid." I stated. He shook his head and laughed. "Dont try to read my thoughts for me."
"You killed my brother." I growled, shooting again, but missing only by a smidge. "You try to hard. I know things." Tapping his head, pacing back and forth in circles.

"Your afraid. One of your worst fears happened right infront of your own, icy blue eyes. I know where you live. I know your depressed and the only friend you really got is Elizabeth Clayton"
"How do you-"
"I know everything! Ive been watching you. I stare at your sleeping faces. Remember your missing record you got on your 6th birthday? I took it. Your birthday is May 14th. You were born in 1936. Your boyfriend is John Knowles. I know who you despise.." A feeling of terror wrapped around my mind. I was unable to move. It felt like I didnt know how. "You wouldn't dare do anything to my parents."
"Oh no their safe..for now. I was kept at an insane asylum. Oh, but im not crazy." he said in a sincere voice. "IM NOT CRAZY!" he screamed. "TELL ME IM NOT CRAZY!"
"Your insane! Do you really think that killing people and hanging them all over the place is normal?" he scratched his head. "Their not dead. They are my friends. They are my family. Right Alise?" No sound.