Game On

Chapter 34: Lost And Won

Alex's POV:

A gunshot goes off and chaos breaks loose. People scream and shout, out of fear or to each other, and running bodies fills the room.

I, on the other hand, barely notice anything at all and am almost thrown at the floor as Nick abruptly rises from his place on the sofa, but he catches me in the last second before I would practically faceplant the floor.

He tries to desperately drag me towards one of the exits, but I'm still numb and he curses in frustration as I move as much as a dead body. With other words, I don't move at all.

Zeke and the other guys are out of sight, somewhere in the sea of panicking bodies, and everyone moves towards the two exits, pressing against each other like if their lives depends on it - which it might as well do.

Nick pulls out a gun from the hem of his jeans, hid behind is back and shirt, and suddenly I'm pushed by my side - hard - by a creepy looking guy who runs past, probably not even noticing me. I, however, fall to the ground by the strength behind the push, bringing Nick down with me.

If I would think rationally - normally - I would've thought that Nick would get both of us up as soon as possible but instead, he throws himself over me to keep me down on the ground. Not that I would've moved anyway.

A bullet flies past me, over my head, and Nick's action makes total sense.

He aims his own gun and fire but I don't know if he hit something or not, I'm still in my own little world far, far away from what's going on.

Far far away from the chaos, and Nick's tense body that's pressed against mine.

What I don't know, is that most of the people who runs through the exit don't make it outside, because except from the four policemen inside, more and even more of them are guiding all doors and windows, and they keep coming, the sound of the sirens becoming mixed with the screams, shouts, and gunshots.

"Alex", Nick whispers-shouts in my ear even though I can't hear him, his breath panting, "you have to come back."

He's still on top of me, and he takes a firm grip on my chin and forces me to look at him.

"Alex, please. Come back, I don't care about how stubborn and angry you are. Heck, I don't even care about the fact that you hate me, not right now. All I want is for both of us to get out of here alive, and I can't do it without your help." His dark eyes, now full of worry, stress and nervousness, looks into mine, searching for some kind of proof that I'm here, back. He doesn't find any and neither do I find back to reality.

Nick starts to get desperate, knowing he can't carry me out of here, not if he wants us to be the slightest bit safe at least, and his lips attacks mine. He kisses me harshly, his lips moving against my numb ones, hoping for a miracle that will bring me back. Sadly, things like that only happen in fairy tales and movies and I can guarantee that I'm not the sleeping beauty and that Nick isn't prince Philip.

A tear, yes a tear, falls down Nick's cheek and lands on my chin. If it's caused out of frustration or sadness, I don't know.

"Damn it, Alex!" He curses as he pulls back, gun in hand.

The man, cop, with a mustache stands across the room and his eyes flicker through the room, finding Nick and me.

His hands, steadily placed on a gun, points at us, or more directly, at Nick.

"Leave the girl!" he shouts as he cautiously makes his way towards us, keeping an eye on everyone around as well, watching out for any gun pointed at him.