Genius Undercover

chapter 29: I mutter desperate prayers...

-Kai-

"Lottie! Come back to me! LOTTIE!"

Her eye lids wouldn't even flutter. 

I had been crying for ages. 

She was my best ever friend.

I can't loose her.

I pressed the cloth harder on her leg, praying and praying the bleeding would stop.

Lottie had got lucky, she got shot in the leg, not the chest, the head, the neck but the leg...I just hoped the ambulance would get here fast enough...for her sake.

"Dear Lord," I pray, stiffling my tears and forcing myself to speak, "Please....let my friend live! Please, she's fought through so much, please let her live. Give her the strength to fight again."

I burst into tears and fall in a despearte shivering heap on the floor. I've never felt like this before. I'm close to giving up...I've lost my winning strength...but? I always win!

"What's wrong with me!?" I yell at the ground, "What's wrong with me!? HELP!"

I can hear footsteps coming from behind me and I scream again, choking on my own saliva. I'm in such a stupid state, I think I'm hallucinating, hearing imaginary maniac laughs, like that killers.

"This night's gonna haunt me forever," I mumble to myself, hugging my knees.

"Me too."

I scream and suddenly find myself squeezing Lottie's cold hand.

Why am I holding her hand? I kick myself. I am going mad. I need help.

"Kai! Kai! It's me!" 

I look up and sigh in relief. Jo. "Thank you God," I mumble, "Thank you...."

Jo suddenly screams. "Is that Lottie?" 

I sniff and rub a hand on my sleeve. "Yes." It comes out as feeble as a whimper.

Jo cubs a hand over her mouth. "Oh my word...." she pauses. I can she the tears filling her eyes.

She sits down, in a trance. "I felt the same, " I say to her, "My mind just couldn't process it."

I point to the puddle fading slowly on the ground. "I-I-I....cried so much it formed a puddle."

Jo sniffed. "I'm going to, to...but I'm trying not to. Lottie....Lottie wouldn't want me to. She called me....Big-Strong-Jo." 

I felt the tears coming again. I held them back. Lottie wouldn't want me to cry either.

"Please, Lot," I said, coughing, "COME BACK TO ME!" 

I find myself holding her hand again... but this time not caring. 

"Do you have a phone?" I ask, sniffing.

Jo nods. "I phoned an ambulance before the killer nearly shot me. I dodged his bullets and I'm so grateful I did."

"I am too," I say....

Then I sit up, bolt upright. 

"What?" questions Jo.

"Do you have your phone still?"

She nods.

"Can I have it...I've had a brainwave."

In flash, Jo grabs her phone and I'm punching the digits into the dialler.

I'm calling Q.S.S

Me: We have encountered the killer. His identity is unknown but we know his appearance. Curly moustache, brown eyes, tie, blue jeans, messy brown hair and we need back up. Agent 55-Lottie Lawson is unconscious..." I sniff and force back the tears, "And we fear she's dying. She got shot. The killer may still be in Wilsons, Wenslydale."