grenade, deckard shaw

ONE | FUTURE

When Autumn Shaw entered the military hospital, that she spent most of her childhood coming in and out as well as her adulthood, she wasn't expecting this. Not Owen. Not her husband's younger brother. Not in this state.

Autumn stood unnerving over a beaten, broken body that was barely recognisable. This defied everything. Their moral code so someone will naturally pay. An eye for an eye. To hell with the consequences.

Autumn's eyes watered as her eyes flickered up towards the damaged ceilings. Until Deckard finally opened his mouth, at first he spluttered. Before intelligible words stumbled out of his mouth.

"They say if you want a glimpse of the future, you had to look behind you. I used to think that was bollocks then I realised you can't have the past". He paused, "When we were kids, you always started fights with the toughest bastards in the yard. But we" he gestured towards his wife as if Owen could open his eyes and see the married couple, "were the ones who had to step in and finish it. You would steal from the corner shop but it was us who braved the old man's belt. I hoped you had grown out of it, playing a gangster. It made you harder, smarter, better but deep down." He paused, to recollect his thoughts.

"I guess I always knew you would end up like this despite everything we did teach you, still you are my flesh and blood." Almost as a second thought, he added "so you remain here. Rest now little brother" as he finished his speech, placed a gun in Owen's fried hands and wrapped a silver cross necklace around it. "While we settle you one last score".

"Take care of him, anything happens to him, we'll come looking for you." Threatened Autumn to the quivering nurses that stood in the corner.

When Autumn and Deckard turned towards the door, numerous dead soldiers lay stricken across the floor. Autumn gulped not quite used to the sight of the dead. Noticing her discomfort, Deckard clasped her shaking hand and pulled her forward. They strutted towards the lift doors, terrified doctors with scarlet blood mixed into the blue of their scrubs. A small machine gun made by Autumn was clutched in Deckard's grip.

The married couple wandered into the lift, the doors slammed shut. The lift ticked creeping downwards. Deckard pulled his sunglasses case out of his overcoat's pocket, he cleaned his designer sunglasses as Autumn reached for her own. Autumn heard a soft chime and pulled her iPhone from her pocket. She looked down to see a text from her older brother, Luca regarding his wife's pregnancy.

The lift's doors shuddered open into the hospital's reception area. Autumn looked up and pulled her hand out of her husband's grip. She pulled the car keys out of Deckard's overcoat.

As she waited for the revolving doors to tremble round. Deckard grabbed a dead soldier's grenade from his chest protector. He gave it to another soldier who stood to tremble and shoved him onto a chair. "Here hold this" and rolled him towards the receptionists.

Out of instinct, the soldier yelled "grenade". Deckard jogged leisurely towards his wife and pulled her into the doors as the grenade blew up as we walked out the door, as part of the hospital's exterior fell off.

Autumn flung the keys towards her husband and climbed into the passenger's seat. They slammed their respective doors shut as they sped off towards Heathrow international airport to install their first bout of revenge.