The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 8

I woke up on the carpet. My wrists were covered in dry-blood, and I was actually not tired. I stood up quickly, not caring if I made any noise. Well, it was my chance! I turned to the window and punched it in, dragging myself to the Night's Light. I hopped off the roof, and walked off into the distance, Happy.

Well, the truth is:

I woke up on the carpet, yes. But I was tired, and I heard the sounds of pure destruction. Weakly standing up, I moved towards the window, and stared towards the street. The Gang was there. Seeing them there made time go by in no time. Ricardo tackled "Sliv", and started pounding his head into the floor as the rest of the Gang charged forwards, attacking other members or crashing into the home. I heard Maddog panting hungrily as he destroyed the whole entire Home looking for me. I yelped out for him, but my voice cracked and I stopped. It hurt very badly to say anything. He found his way up the staircase and reached for my room's door knob. It was locked from my side, and I rushed to it to unlock it. Was it really that easy? Just a Day of torture and then being let Free? As I reached for the lock, a leg rocketed through the middle section of the door, sending wood flying. Maddog crawled in, and smiled when he saw me.

"Pick!"

He grabbed me and hugged me, holding me close.

"We're going to get you outta' here, ok?!" He unlocked the door and bashed past it, dragging me with. 

"Did you think you'd die?" He asked as I was viciously yanked down the stairs.

"Nah!" 

I tripped right before the front door was in front of us. I struggled to stand, but Maddog was not at my side anymore. He was still, not even making any random noises. I heard a gun cock, and a lump formed at my throat. 

"You move and you die." I heard Marty's voice. 

Maddog didn't respond. What was he doing?! He usually would've taken anyone down!

"Shouldn't of come-" Marty was cut short, and I heard a gunshot.

I turned to see Maddog hurling himself towards Marty. He slapped Marty, and then swept his feet, growling as he did so. Marty thrashed around, kicking Maddog like a stupid little piñata. He fired a shot upwards and hit the ceiling. It was like they were trading attacks. Maddog kicked Marty when he tired to stand, so Marty slammed Maddog's leg, causing him to fall. Stuff like that. I assisted, and crashed myself into Marty. I've never thought of myself as a strong person, but Marty flew across the room like I was Superman! It was pretty amazing, I must say. Maddog laughed as he stood up, and then opened the door for me to escape with him following close behind. I met with Ricardo outside, who greeted me with a strong slap across the face. I almost fell, but I acted tough and didn't.

"We gotta' go," Maddog started, "Marty is still in there and he has a gun."

Just as he said so, a crackling noise came from behind me, and Maddog shoved me towards the ground. I fell, and I saw Marty charging out with some survivors of the raid. He pulled up his gun and went to fire, but it was received with clicks. He looked around wildly, staring for what seemed another gun. He threw the gun at me on the ground, and started charging. I saw the flash of his blade as he started slashing at Banshee and Sly. Sly groaned when his arm was sliced open, blood seeping out. Ricardo and I stood up to fight off the survivors. 

I smashed my fist into the person's head, making sure they fell. They tried to take me down with them, but I kicked again, but this time in the throat. They rolled over unconscious while I tore at the other gang member. Ricardo was thrown into the ground, and he tumbled all the way down until he rolled into a bush. The attacker bolted towards Ricardo, screaming in fury, flashing a broken baseball bat. I lunged myself just in time, gripping on the neck of the man, and swung around. He didn't fall, but he somehow managed to send me flying. I crashed into a concrete wall, and fell to the ground, the air knocked out of me. When I tried to stand, I fell. I looked towards the attacker and Ricardo. Ricardo was swinging around on the ground as best as he could, hoping to get some good shots. Every single time he left an open space revealed, the broken baseball bat would crash in, destroying the bone, probably. Ricardo stopped moving when he was hit in the head. 

Coughing up dirt, I stood up to fight once again. This time I successfully damaged the attacker. I jammed my head into his chest and rammed him into a wall. Ricardo was still unconscious, so I stood in front of him and guarded. 

"You think I can't get past you, kid?" The attacker mumbled to himself. He didn't expect and answer, but I replied anyways.

"Many ways this could turn out," I started, "you could walk away alive, or get shot so many times you'll never move again."

I quoted Maddog, and pushed out my chest. 

With a laugh, he charged, slashing so hard that I could feel the air flying towards me. I ducked, and punched. A loud smash echoed around the neighborhood, and I ducked to the ground. When I opened my eyes, the attacker was on the ground next to me, with a bullet planted in his forehead.

"He's dead!" I yelled. I was in shock. He died. How could I?! But...I didn't have the gun.

Maddog trotted over to me and dragged me away towards the others. 

"You're all right now, I killed him." 

I took a deep breath, but focused on Ricardo, still on the ground. 

"Ricardo!" I pushed forward, but was dragged backwards by Maddog.

"I got it, stay here!" 

Why did he want me to stay? Was it too gruesome? I was 17! It didn't matter. Ricardo would be fine, according to Maddog as we loaded into Ricardo's putrid car. This time, Banshee took the wheel, which scared me. I'd never seen him drive, which made it worse, I guess. I didn't get cussed out until Ricardo woke up. I could tell he felt sick. His head was hit pretty dang hard, so I expected it. He waited a few minutes until we arrived back at the base and got out of the car. When I shut the door, he snapped.

I felt like Superman, flying into the street as he launched me. The others just watched his rage. He dashed over to me, snarling like Maddog.

"You pull a stunt like that again, and this'll be worse! Got it?!" He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet.

"Yessir."

He walked away. Thank God he didn't kill me. I felt like he would, so I was surprised to realize his switchblade wasn't in my throat. The biggest surprised flooded into my brain when we walked inside.