Incoherent. (Lams)

Chapter Three

John Pov
When Alexander and Angie came out of the building, Angie looked shook af and Alexander looked like the only way I'd seen him.
All smiles.
He was wearing a beat up black baseball cap.

"What happened in there?" I muttered to Angie.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. But I think I like him." She said.

Well.
Fuck.

"O-oh. Okay. Cool." I stuttered.

"Oh god! Not like that! I meant like he's an okay person! Ha! He's all yours buddy!" She exclaimed, slapping me on the back.

"He keeps calling madame. I like it." She murmured.

Alex was talking excitedly to Washington.
Maybe picture a five year old talking to someone dressed as a superhero.
He fixed his hat, walked ahead with my sister. He grinned from ear to ear, and whistled a bit.

I noted the little hop in his step. He did a little turn and pulled a knife out of his bag.

And he showed it to my sister, who was immediately interested.
Then it hit me.

"Hey Angie. I think I know why he's so weirdly happy." I muttered.

"You do? Why do ya think?" She asked.

"I think it might be because he's not where ever he was before. And it must've been so bad being with us is like a gift from god." I said.

"Oh my gosh. You're right." She said, her eyes opening widely.

He abruptly stopped. I looked at him confused. Alex grabbed my sisters hand and ran back to us.

"RUN! GO! GO!" He screamed, running past us.

He pushed my sister ahead of him and turned around sprinting. He threw off his bag, a gun now in his hand. Our group sprinted and jumped into a car, locking the doors and sinking into the seats.

My sister sobbed quietly. I saw the hoard.
Oh my god.
He's going to die out there. I heard frantic screaming.
And gunshots.
So
many
gunshots.

"OH DEAR GOD HELP! PLEASE!" I heard someone yell.

I quickly realized it wasn't Alexander. But my sister started sobbing loudly and saying his name over and over.

I scooted up in my seat and saw Alexander single handily taking down the hoard, with a small kid behind him.

He picked the crying kid and ran, grabbed his bag and continued to shoot into the hoard. I could only watch helplessly as his movements became more frantic.

"Martha..he's okay." I said quietly.

"No! He's dead! He's dead just like mom and dad!" She cried.

Alexander ran to a car next to us and put the kid in, said something to him and paced running his hand through his hair.

There was blood and dirt all over him. He suddenly stopped and had a look of realization. He jogged over to our car and knocked on the door. I unlocked it and let him in.
He was breathing very hard.

"Okay guys...I'm going to go into that building and shoot with my silencer off. You guys get that kid over there and run. Run as far away as possible." He said.

"Alex...that's a suicide mission." Angie said softly.

"I know." He said with a small smile.
"Meet me at 61st street. I'll be there. Don't worry, I'll be fine." He said.

"Alex, let me do it with you." I said.

"No, John. I like you a lot. I want you to be okay. I'll be fine. I promise. Just go when you hear the gunshots, okay?" He asked.

"O-okay." I said.

"NO! ALEX! PLEASE!" My sister begged.

He climbed into the backseat and whispered something to her. She smiled. He took off his hat and gave it to her.

"I'll be back. Don't worry." He told us.

Washington looked scared. Alex must've noticed. He nodded to him. "Sir."
"Son."

He smiled and hopped out of the car tossing his silencer on the ground.

"Good luck." I whispered.

"Thanks." Alexander ran off into the hoard shooting his gun into the air and heading to the building.

Our group jumped out of the truck and grabbed the kid. Run as far away as possible.
There was a great chance that was the last I'll see of Alexander.