The Runaways

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I'm not ready for them to die. 

My head pounds. My bruised brain bounces against my skull; every bump directs my spiraling  thoughts into theories about what happens after all this.  

Red pain sears through my left side, the metal embedded within me twisting with every breath I take.  Red adrenaline surges through me, and though I am about to die I feel more in touch with myself than ever, more alive than ever, more prepared. It's like I can feel my pupils dilating, my cells swelling as oxygen is diffused into them, my eyes burning with concentration. 

I close my eyes, my shoulders lift as I suck in a sharp breath. My heart pounds in my ears and my body pulses to the unruly rhythm my heart beats at. Fire has erupted in my veins, I feel like if I was  held under water I could still breathe.  

My clammy hands quiver around the cold pistol I hold. It's pointing straight ahead, with one slight move of my fingers I can end a life... or two, or three. But I don't need a gun; I have my mind, to decide for me. 

If i don't kill one of them right now someone else will, and not with a gun. The possible scenarios play out in my head but,  I can't bring myself to care, to feel. They deserve death; for this all to be over. Whatever lies after life is comforting, even if that means lying dead under a stone in the frozen dirt. They shouldn't have to live with the noose of of gangs and secret societies wrapped around their necks. None of us should. 

I would rather have the fire of devastation and regret burning within me, than somewhere else where a I can only see smoke in the distance. Taunting me,  beckoning me for me to chase it and extinguish the flames, only for it to start up again days later.

I open my eyes to see the hopeless mess I have created for myself staring back and me. I stand atop the London Tower Bridge. It's nighttime and the bridge is long closed. The dark water mirrors the distorted web of lies I have spun myself into, until I was tangled, trapped and forced to face reality. 

A ghastly silence fills the air as both sides await my next move; it's all up to me and this gun. A tiny black  headset sits in my ear. I hear Simon's smooth convincing voice whispering redundant commands. 

"The gun is only a distraction, use your head" he whispers, only adding to my building stress and chipping away at whatever sanity I have left.  I reach up to me ear and wiggle the plastic out into my hand, where I crush it between my fingers.  I know Simon's teeth would be clenched, hands rolled into fist and his eyes burning with anger and anticipation. I can't bring myself to care, to feel any sense of satisfaction from my bold act of defiance. 

I try to stay still,  so I don't move anything by accident. I have to visualize everything to be exactly still in my head, or the London Bridge will literally come falling down. Funny right? Old Ren would have laughed at the irony, but all I can do is stare ahead. 

To my left stands my first agency, The LSS, London's Secret Service. The right tower holds the 'North.' They all look the same, I can barely distinguish between the two. No one moved. No one could move, if anyone shot, both sides would retaliate and a hail of bullets would rain down on both sides, resulting in countless deaths and unnecessary bloodshed. 

I focus back on the two men standing in front of me. Their hands risen above their heads; their weapons tossed carelessly down in front of them. 

One man stands up tall, his hands in the air. His wild eyes focus on mine, and a deep feeling old of trust begins to melt the ice that has formed around my heart. His hazel eyes bore into mine, nervously anticipating my next move.

My eyes glance to the next man. He's glaring at me with furrowed brows, his once warm emerald eyes burn holes through me.  His hands are balled into fist and his jaw is clenched in  indignation . He's hurt, clearly feeling betrayed, but his affliction is masked by lividy that films his body and courses through his veins. 

The funny thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. 

I so badly want to cower away; drop the gun and run. Run until I'm lost and I can never be found, like I've dissipated into thin air. I could save all three of us, but it's nearly impossible and I don't know if I want them to live. 

What is about is to happen is inevitable. The ancient tedious feud had been stretched on for too long. Forcing each side's chronic propensity to resolve conflict with violence out to play. I know that this was bound to happen, I just didn't know that I would be forced into the center, ultimately making an indispensable decision. I also didn't know it would mean choosing between the lives of my two closest friends. 

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Ok that wasnt funny sorry, I'll leave 

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