Give Me Life

Rest In Peace

They heard grunting noises and Jared.

Jared screamed.

The three sat in silence; Devlin loaded his gun, he could see footsteps behind Jared. Jared was almost to the door, and got pulled back, Devlin grabbed his arm and quickly pulled him in, he shoved the other figure out of the way.

He couldn't make out the face.

They grabbed Devlin's arm and sliced.

He roughly pulled his arm back, he grabbed one man in a head lock and pulled him in the house kicking the other man from the side of him, and slammed the door. Jared locked it; Devlin and the other man collapsed on the floor, the intruder tried getting up, but Devlin beat him to the punch, getting up quickly, he stomped him down, the man made a wheezing noise.

"Shut Up!" Devlin shouted down at him.

"Devlin it's me." An unfamiliar voice reported.

"Me who? I don't fucking know you!?" Devlin yelled.

Jared rushed to the couch, heavily breathing with bags of food in his hands, his drinks were spilled. "As soon as I went up to the drive way, these guys had a knife to my back; They pulled me around by my shirt and tried stabbing me! I used all the strength I could, I threw our drinks at them... I'm so scared!"Jared explained, grabbing at Anthony's hands. Anthony took it and covered his face with his hand.

"Why did you get food!?" Devlin shouted at him. "I told you to come straight home!" He growled, his eyes were wide, Jared shrugged. "I.. I was hungry!"Jared frantically shouted back at him.

"Hey!" The man yelled, whimpering in pain, and holding his rib cage. "These guys aren't after you man I swear!"

"Swear? Look at my fuckin arm!" Devlin yelled.

Katrina was sitting on the floor in the kitchen.
She heard Jared's voice and got up and looked around, Devlin's arm was soaked with blood; Blood was dripping on the floor, blood plastered on the door, and Jared and Anthony stood by the couch holding hands. Katrina slowly walked towards Devlin.

"Katrina.. Stay back." Devlin growled, crushing the man's back with his boot, she stopped where she was. The room stood silent, she couldn't hear anything outside.

Devlin pulled out his gun and put it to the mans head.

"You feel dis? Gun beats knife, you try something, I'll pull and you're done." Devlin muttered. "Turn over so I can see your face." He shouted at him, the man slowly turned and rested on his back.

"We're not allowed to have guns in this county." The man whispered, shaking with his hands up, Devlin had his gun to the mans forehead, he pushed the knife from his side away from them. The knife slid near Katrina, blood splattered with it so she stepped back.

Devlin couldn't recognize the face because it had been grossly scarred. "I know you don't know me, but please, let me speak." The man panted, tears coming out of his eyes.

Devlin's eyes widened at him and with his fist, socked him in the head.

"You're crying?" He gritted. "Be a man! And stop fucking crying!" Devlin yelled.

"It's the old man! He's saying... He's.. He's saying... You don't understand... He wants her in the ground!" The man yelled, looking around for Katrina, but Devlin pushed the gun down towards the mans eyes.

"Who's on the ground right now? You are! And so will your little buddies be when I get through with all of you!" Devlin violently yelled at him. He instantly pulled out his cell, his boots looked like weights on the mans chest.