Like Killer, Like Son

Getting Shot Isn't Fun

~Alex~

-The Next Morning-

"Philip... Please tell me you didn't see anything..." I say.

"I wish I un-saw what happened..." He replies. "What...what exactly were you doing?"

I glance towards John but he quickly walks in the kitchen. Great. I turn to face Philip.

"Well pip uhh... When two people love-"

"No! Nevermind, forget I asked" he exclaims

"Good because I didn't want to explain" I fall on the couch. Pip sits on the floor.

-A few days later-

I jump out of bed as soon as the clock says 1:00.

"Philip i did it! I made it through 2 weeks!" I yell.

I hear a mumbled "let me sleep" from his room.

I dont understand how normal people can go so long without killing anyone. Its the most intolerable thing ever!

Of course John isnt up yet and Philip is in his room so i immediately grab my knife and leave the house.

I'm practically skipping along the pavement to a neighborhood about a mile away. Its still early so I doubt anyone is awake.

After an hour I got through, i believe 15 houses. 42 people. Man, its just like the old days!

I get to one house but as i sneak inside, something seems off. No matter. Its probably judt the feeling of not killing for so long.

One person. Stabbed. I should be gone now, right? Wrong. As I turn around i see a figure in the kitchen.

"Hello? Sorry youre friend or whatever had to die but uhh some things just have to... Happen..." I hear a click.

I drop down as the person shoots. How did i not notice them?!

I climb out the window as they sboot at me again. Wait a minute...I recognize that gun. Its a pistol...and I know who uses one...

I stand in the middle of the street and turn around.

"Aaron burr..." I snap.

"Alexander" he says while walking out of the house; towards me.

"Funny seeing you here. What happened to being a lousy guard who cant aim?"

"I thought you were dead."

"The feelings' mutual, good sir. The feeling is mutual"

"You should know, I have the entire police department on speed dial. Lets not do anything stupid."

"Good, we're on the same page. So ill just go ahead and leave-"

He walks up to me and aims the gun directly between my ribs.

"Oh burr, don't make any hasty decisions. If I ever die, i prefer by duel. Or my own knife. But thats besides the point. The point is...don't let your guard down!" I kick his leg and run.

How the heck did burr find me?! I've literally done nothing that would lead to him knowing my location-

Ow...

The asshole shot me

I glance at my left arm which is now bleeding. That's...thats a lot of blood... I should probably get home before I pass out.

I hear sirens in the distance. Crap! He wasnt bluffing about the police thing.

~John~

"Huh, Alex isnt here" i say while drinking some water.

"Hasnt it been 2 weeks?" Philip asks.

"Oh Yeah, i guess it has..." I spit out the water after a moment of realization. "We need to find him!"

Speak of the devil, alex just ran in and slammed the door. He leans against the wall, clutching his arm. I rush over to him.

"What did you do?!" I yell.

"Probably not the best time to ask questions John!"

"Wait what?" I just noticed that his arm is bleeding. "What the heck did you do?!"

"Oh you know, just your average killin- burr found and shot me!" He yells.

I quickly grab bandages and try to stop the bleeding.

"Also... We need to leave"

"Why?!"

"Because-"

"Come out with your hands up!"

"Because that..." He sighs.

"Well... what did we learn from this?"

"Now's not the time John! You guys go out the back door"

"What about you?" Philip asks. "You're arm is injured and I doubt you can take on the entire police department."

"Just trust me. Meet me at...meet me at the little store on 181st"

"But-"

"Just trust me"

And with those three words, me and Philip left.

Please don't die Alex...

~Alex~

As soon as pip and john leave I run upstairs and grab my pistols. Theres a million thoughts running through my head.

Lets see there's... At least 100 people.(i had to do research and was not aware that theres around 38,000 people. Lets say its around 10 times smaller in the story).

I doubt i have enough bullets. In fact, I don't but I can probably think of something.

Burr plans on killing me and i plan on not throwing away my shot.

Then there's Philip and John

You know what? No one messes with me, and no one messes with the people I care about.

I run out the front door and start shooting.

~John~

"Hhh whats taking him so long?" I sigh.

"I dont know but- wait...is that..." Philip runs towards someone outside.

Im confused until i see who it is.

"Alex! Holy crap don't scare us like that!" I hug him but he pushes me away.

"Please dont hug me...I swear i was shot at least 3 times and i officially feel pain" he says.

"Howd you even get out?"

"Ah, a magician never reveals his secrets"

"Thats nice and all but theres no way we're going back. Surely you planned where we're gonna stay"

"As a matter of fact I did. I know a guy; he actually owns this place."

"Well then what are we waiting for? Lets meet him!"