Problems In Repeat

Chapter 4: Peace At Last... I Hope.

How it was possible to see this man again... I still don't know. I stood compltetly still, and I could tell that everyone but Ronnie and I didn't see that this was just waiting to spell out the word dangerous. As I stood there, confusion, fear, anger, and all other emotions, flowed through me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my skin get goosebumps. Andy glanced at Camille and she hid behind his back. Ronnie made an odd growling noise and stepped in front of me. Jayy Von, Channary, and Dahvie, just stood there, looking confused. I glanced behind the man, and my worst nightmare had come true. Seven other people were standing behind him, and I could feel the tears starting to fill up into my eyes. Ronnie and Andy both looked brave and courageous, and suddenly I felt like I didn't have to panic and worry.

Being stabbed, shot, hit in the head with a hammer, all that kind of stuff, didn't make me feel like I was going to die anymore. I knew that I had friends who would help me. I guess that in the end, all that matters is that we went down fighting. After all we had been through, I knew, that this may be how it ended for us. Ronnie, Camille, Andy, Jayy Von, Dahvie, Channary and I, all of us, I knew that this was my new family. The thing that I had longed for my entire life. If I was going to die, it was going to be with them. I could feel Ronnie wrapping his hand around mine, and I glanced up at him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. Fear, sadness, anger, and kindness were gleaming in his eyes. He made me feel like a queen when he smiled at me, and I look over at Camille. She was scared, I could tell because she was clinging to Andy's arm like an anaconda. I could feel it somewhere in my heart, that I would be dying in a few moments...

"Well. Thought you could get away from me twice, huh? Andy Biersack, Ronnie Radke, Alex Krow, Camille Bybee, Channary Baker, Jayy Von Monroe, Dahvie Vanity. Yes, we know all your names. We have all been watching all of you, and we knew you'd all be here," the man spoke loudly, with a booming voice that scared me straight out of my flipflops. "My name is Jack. So people like to call me Jack The Ripper. I'm not taking the effort to tell you all of my friends' names." Jack finished.

Happiness rushed through my body as I looked up into the glass roof of the building, only to see Hiroshima, and at least twenty of his workers with him. All carried, pistols, knives, shotguns, machine guns, and all sorts of other weapons. They were all tall, and there were even girls there. The women wore army uniforms, and the men wore SWAT uniforms. Why they were wearing different uniforms shall forever be a mystery. Hiroshima put his finger up to his mouth, telling me to be quiet. I nodded slightly, and Ronnie nudged me. "What are you looking at, Alex?" He whispered to me. I gestured with my head, telling him to look up. He looked and smiled. Hiroshima smiled back and nodded to his workers. They all broke through the glass roof, and made a circle around us. Their backs faced us, and I felt so much safer.

Ronnie wrapped his arms around me, and held me tightly. Andy and Camille were facing each other, and Camille was crying. Andy was telling her to calm down and that it would be okay. He held her in his arms and he slowly rocked back and forth, side to side. Her crying slowed and Andy kissed her forehead. "Everything is going to be okay... It's all right... Calm down..." Andy's whispers mixed with his deep voice sounded so amazingly hot. Ronnie and I stared into each other's eyes, and it was like nothing was going on around us. We both fell into a trance with each other, and I felt like we were going to get out alive, and I knew that he felt that feeling too. All I could hear, was the muffled sound of guns, and metal pipes banging against other pipes. "RONNIE! ALEX! GET DOWN NOW!" We heard Jayy Von and Dahvie's muffled voices and I felt a sharp pain blast through my side. I looked down at my left side, and saw blood trickling down out of my shirt, staining my skirt and the floor with dark red liquid.

"Alex!!! WHO SHOT THIS?!" Ronnie picked me up and took me over to Jayy Von, Channary, and Dahvie. "Take care of her until this is over!" He shouted and Hiroshima threw him a gun. They started shooting and all I could hear, was the sound of their guns. I heard myself screaming and thrashing everywhere, and I felt Jayy Von and Channary holding me down as Dahvie ran to get the firstaid kit. He ran back with the biggest firstaid I'd ever seen. He pulled out surgical needles, tons of bandages, and a whole bunch of other crazy medical things. Channary lifted up my shirt to where the bullet was, and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes... To my horror... Hiroshima, Ronnie and Camille, were lying on the floor, not moving. I screamed and Dahvie shouted for Jayy Von to hold me tighter, because he wasn't done stitching. I felt cold and salty tears fall down my face as I watched more bodies fall to the ground. Only one serial killer was left. How they came to take down at least twenty-four military trained people, still phased me. It was one of the female killers, and she was heading towards me, knife and pipe in her hands. I screamed and cried harder, and Jayy Von managed to grab the knife and pipe from her, as Channary pinned her down. The woman and Channary were in a fist fight for what seemed like forever. Finally, Channary had won the fight, and I was happy to know that it was over. I watched my friends' lifeless bodies, and found myself walking towards them.

Ambulances, police cars, and more SWAT vans showed up. I started crying again, but this time it was tears of joy. Ronnie and Camille were both still alive, just in shock. Andy was fine and so was Jayy Von, Dahvie, and Channary. Hiroshima, however, he passed... That was the only thing that I was scared and distraught about. Hiroshima and I had gotten closer over the time, and I felt like he was an older brother for me. I was just glad that all of the rest of my family, were safe and in good hands... I stayed and watched the serial killers be burried, and I knew that, this time for sure, that I was safe.

At least I hoped...