Operation KILL

Operation K.I.L.L. [Chapter 28]

Operation K.I.L.L.

[Chapter 28]

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I do not know how long I sat in that chair. The first few days I was aware of when the sun would set. But now I was starting to get slightly delirious and I could not tell the difference. Day. Night. It all looked the same.

I was tied to a chair and it was not changing.

Neither was the fact that Chad just stood there watching. Not bothering to do anything.

I must have had briefly nodded off because someone was kicking the leg of the chair I was in. Startled, I jumped awake. If only I could actually jump out of this chair.

My butt was unbelievably sore, as were my legs and arms. The rope digging into them was the biggest problem, though they were more or less numb by now. They had fallen asleep days ago, and had not woken up since. But I am sure I must have some nasty marks from the ropes.

I sighed while looking at George. “Morning sunshine. How may I help you today?” Even though my voice sounded dead I figured he understood it was sarcasm.

“Why put yourself through all of this torture? Just tell us what you know.” I figured I looked like complete crap, but he looked pretty tired himself.

These last few days he had resorted to physical violence to get information out of me. But it was not happening I was a sealed book.

All of a sudden George grabbed the table in the corner and threw it over. I jumped in shock, he was definitely pissed. I mean, who would not be really?

I watched as he stalked over to me. He placed each hand on the arm of my chair and put his face so it was only inches away from my own, “I’m loosing patience.” Before abruptly pulling back and pulling out his gun. “If you’re not going to share any information I might as well shoot you.”

This time I was not sure whether or not to take him seriously. The first day he had used it only to threaten me and I knew he needed the information so he would not actually kill me. But now? I do not know.

Really, what use was someone not willing to talk?

Without warning, the door burst open. It was one of the guys that had been standing guard on and off since I had been here. I had never gotten a good look, only brief glances, but it was obvious who he was. “Sir, there are a group of vehicles heading this way. They’re nothing familiar to us.” He looked nervous and his eyes flickered towards me.

For a second I let myself have a brief flicker of hope. Maybe it was my friends. They were coming to get me. I quickly made sure to hide the smile I wished to show. But something told me that might just make him angrier.

It took George only a brief second to make his decision, “If it’s people from the school and they start attacking, shoot them. Don’t take any prisoners.” He spoke with a hard voice, but paused for a second before letting a small grin appear on his face. “Unless they want to surrender and give us information.”

I scoffed, “As if.”

George shot me a dirty look, “Don’t think I’m done with you.” Which was true, his gun was still pointed in my direction. He turned back to the guard, “Go get the others together fast. They’ll be here soon.”

The guard quickly left the room, shutting the door equally as quickly behind him. Once he was gone, George turned back to me, “Where were we?” He paced around in front of me, probably trying to scare me, “Oh right.” The gun was pointed at me once again.

There was a gleam in his eyes and I realized that he was not kidding now. Briefly in the distance I was aware that there were shots being fired.

They had arrived. But would I survive long enough to see them?

I heard the click of the gun and quickly shut my eyes. I did not want to see the bullet heading towards me. That was not the last sight I wanted. Not that I really wanted George to be the last thing I saw either… But between the two, George definitely won.

I braced myself.

I heard the gun fire.

BANG

….But I had not felt any pain.

But I did hear a thud in front of me.

Slowly, I opened my right eye and took in my surroundings. George was standing there with a dumbfound look on his face.

He was also looking at the ground in front of me…

…

Chad was lying on his side. Blood was pouring from somewhere on his torso, though it was hard to tell where it exactly was all coming from.

He was not dead yet though. He was looking at me with droopy eyes. “Christina.” He managed to choke out.

I hadn’t even realized that tears were starting to fall down my face when I replied, “Chad, why? Why’d you do that?”

He was losing a lot of blood and fast. I could tell that it was affecting him. I could tell that it took him so much energy to say his last words, “I’m…sorry. I……love………you.” He gasped before his eyes completely closed.

I was full out crying now. How could he just die after saying something like that?

“Aw, how cute.” George said in a mocking tone.

“Fuck you.” I spat as I fought against the ropes.

“Nah, how about I let you join him in hell?” He pulled his gun back up and aimed it at me once again.

I did not have time to react as the door burst open.

The same time that George shot of his gun.

Throughout my life I had felt a lot of pain. But I can never explain what this felt like. The last thing I saw was Dan and Jared. They were standing in the doorway that had been busted open.

They say that as you’re dying you life flashes before your eyes. But it’s not true. Sure things did flash before my eyes, but not my whole life. Just the people I loved and cared about. My friends and my old family – the one that was always there for me before – but now it was gone.

I could only hope that they would remember me for what I did for them.

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I think I might just cry a little):

I told you guys you would probably hate me, but now I kind of hate myself :/ but I mean how many stories that people right end with a happy ending? Like 95%

But how many real life stories end that way? Deff not 95%...

So don’t hate me too much D:

Ill be writing an epilogue soon, so wooh :D