Die for us

You fucked with the wrong one.

Jason’s POV –

I hold on to Jane, feeling her grip onto my shoulders at the sight of Julian.

He walked into the center of the crowd, everyone spread out, pushing against one another to remain as far away from Julian as possible. I take Jane’s arm, pushing her behind me, shielding her from Julian’s view.

Julian took out a cigarette bringing it to his lips. The girl by his side took out a lighter from his pocket, flicking it on and putting it up to ignite the cigar. Once it caught the flame Julian took a puff, smoking escaping the side of his mouth.

One of the guys on his side runs out from the crowd charging at him. He had a can of beer in his hand, alcohol spilling out all over his hair, face, and shirt.

Julian pulled a gun out of the pocket on the inside of his shirt and aimed it to his left, the direction in which the boy was running it.

He pulled the trigger, everyone flinched, I only blinked. I looked at the boy, he had stopped running, the can in his hand falling to the floor. He took another step forward, you could see Julian had shot him in the chest, his knees gave in on him and he fell to the floor. Dying seconds later.

I heard the sound of someone crying deep within the crowd and others begging to go home.

“I thought everyone was invited.” Julian said, taking the cigar between his fingers, smoke emitting from his mouth and nostrils as he spoke. He put the gun back in his pocket.

Everyone was quiet; I could hear the shuffling of others to my left and right. Julian skimmed over everyone’s faces, I felt Jane tug on my jacket.

“Let’s leave.” Jane whispered.

I shook my head, “If we move he’ll catch us. Might as well just wait until the party continues.” I whisper back, I spoke but it seemed as though my lips weren’t moving.

Julian let go of the blonde next to him and took a step forward, moving around where Jane and I were standing.

“You guys looked like you seen a ghost.” Julian laughs, taking a drag of his cigar.

Julian flicked the ashes on his cigarette; he turned around. The teens in front of Jane and I huddled together, making it more visible for Julian to see us. I looked around, hoping to see Chris or Damien somewhere in this huge mess of people.

“Jason McCann, are you hiding from me?” Julian cocked his head to one side, bringing his cigar up to his lips.

My body tensed, I felt my jaw clench. I stood up straight, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Why would I hide from someone like you?” I reply.

Julian laughed, waving his cigar at me. “You’re right. Why would you hide from me?”

I pushed passed the people blocking my way of stepping in front of Julian; I hadn’t realized I was still holding onto Jane, dragging her behind me. She dugs her nails into my arm.

Julian flicked the cigar to his left and stared down at me. His eyes lingered behind my shoulder, looking at Jane. His eyes widened for a moment once he took in her appearance but he quickly straightened his face.

He reached out a hand to tuck a finger under Jane’s face, forcing her to look up at him. As he did so, I smacked his hand away from her, letting go of Jane’s arm as well.

“Don’t touch her.” I sneer at Julian who brought his hand back, massaging it with the other.

“Now now, Jason. Let’s not blow this whole thing out of proportion.” Julian smirked, bringing his hands up, gesturing that he was surrendering.