42nd Country Road

The Refugees

Darkness filled my head.

"I live here," I said. I swung the knife she dodged my first blow. I swung again and hit her in the neck. She fell to the floor. The normal returned and I ran back to the room. I threw myself into the room slamming the door behind me. My body fell against the hardwood. The glass shards from the broken window cutting up my right arm. I pulled air in and out of my lungs rapidly.

"What happened?" Mark said, checking on me.

"They're in... the house," I said through deep breathes. My arm was covered in blood.

"Jack block the door and get ready to start shooting," Mark called to Jack. He took the sheets off the bed and ripped them into strips. He wrapped them around my arm. I winced in pain once he touched my wounds. He looked at me in concern. Jack set a chair right under the door knob. The door started to rattle. Jack and Mark turned to the door. Mark started to get up. I grabbed his shirt.

"Don't," I whispered. The door continued to rattle. Jack got up and started to walk over to it.

"Jack... don't" I whispered harshly at him. There were voices outside the door. We all remained silent. The door started to shake again.

"Out the window," I mouthed to Mark and Jack. They both nodded. I peeked my head out the window. The place was surrounded. I pulled my head back in. I sat against the wall under the window. Mark and Jack came over and sat next to me.

"Screw it," I said I grabbed Mark's gun and pointed it out the window. Hitting the first three I saw. Bullets hit the sides of the window.

"Are you crazy?" Mark said in a whisper. I went dark.

"Yes," I smiled. He went dark and smiled back, pecking my lips with his. Jack was gone to. I crawled out the window. Keeping my feet firmly placed on the gutter. The ground wasn't that far down. I jumped down and shot the last three bullets in my gun. I hit all of my targets. Mark and Jack fell down behind. All I had left was my knife. A man came charging at me. I hit him square in the chest. He crumpled to the ground. I grabbed my knife and kept walking. Jack fired shots from behind me. Mark was hitting a man that came for me. A women came charging towards me. I put the knife to her throat and slammed her on the wall of the shed.

"Where's your boss?" I asked. She shuddered

"He's o-out front," she responded. I let her go. She ran in the opposite direction. We walked around the house to see a crowd of makeshift soldiers. They aimed their guns right at us.

"Now before we start," I started, "Can I speak with your boss?"

"We only let normals speak with the boss," A member called out.

"Oh, right, I'm not normal," I said. The dark left my head, leaving me dizzy. I backed up a bit, Mark catching me in his arms. He was still dark when I looked up at him. He shoved me forward.

"Can we please speak to your boss," I whimpered. I gripped my arm in pain. The white sheets covering it were now red. The men and women standing in front of us looked at me in hate. A large man emerged from the crowd.

"I lead," he said

"G-good," I said. I felt so... lightheaded, "I am so sorry, for what I did I-I c-can't really control it. W-we were just staying here until we found a car,"

"Well, you did kill a few of our soldiers," He said, "And we did barge in on your home,"

"I-it's not necessarily our home, we were j-just..." I couldn't finish I collapsed to the ground. The boys were normal and came rushing to my side. I gripped Mark's shirt pulling myself up. Mark held me up, his hand holding my waist.

"J-just get us a....car and we'll l-leave," I said. My head had turned into a ten ton ball and wanted to fall.

"Please, she really didn't mean to kill anyone," Mark said, "We, didn't mean to kill anyone,"

"You can go," He said, "But before you go, what gang are you with?"

"What?" Jack blurted out.

"Are you with the FR, or the Reunion?" The man said. The crowd behind him completely silent.

"Neither," Jack answered, "I'm going to ask the same about you,"

"We are with no one we call ourselves the Refugees, we are fighting against the FR and the Reunion,"

"W-well lucky for you.... I killed both of their leaders," I squeaked out weakly. The man's eyes widened. I fell a bit. Mark lifted me up. I was starting to hallucinate.