The Day I Died

The Day I Fixed Scary Guy

Chapter 23

The Day I Fixed Scary Guy

I wake up peacefully the next morning; its barely 7 O'Clock! Gosh, I didn't even get up this early for school when I was alive. I barely glance at the cursive 8 on my wrist.

It seems so far away that there is nothing to worry about.

192 Hours.

11,520 Minutes.

Plenty of time, so maybe I deserve a little 1/2 hour lie in...

Yeah, I think I'll do that....

I wake with a start 4 hours later to the sound of smashing glass. I fall out of bed and walk downstairs, every step seems to creek louder than the previous and I find myself cringing at the noise.

"WHERE IS IT!?" A voice yells and I stop dead.

Scary Guy.

Oh flamingos.

We're all going to die.

I peer around the stairs into the kitchen and don't know whether to laugh at Liam or cry at the sight of scary guy.

Liam is holding a saucepan above his head, a river of blood falling from his left eyebrow.

Scary Guy is holding a more threatening weapon, a gun.

Now I don't know much about guns, but my mind knows that if you see one outside of a western film: you run.

But that would cause Liam's death.

And what have I got to lose?

Liam looks at him and pleads. "I don't have it, I swear! I want out! I don't want to do this anymore."

These words earn Liam a sharp slap to the face. The hollow noise echoing throughout the kitchen and causing me to shudder.

"Listen here, boy. Listen closely. The only way you're getting out of this business is if I die..." Scary guy grins and brings his face closer to Liam's.

It makes me shudder. That is not a nice grin and I've seen that guys teeth. He must have bad breath.

"Or you do." He whispers, trailing the guns point over Liam's cheek.

They continue to talk but my brain has decided to zone in on one very important fact.

If Scary Guy dies... Liam is free.

Right?

Right!

Okay, I can kill someone.

My heart stops at that thought.

Since when have I been prepared to kill someone?!

If he doesn't die, you do. For good.

It feels like I have the Angel/Devil shoulder situation going on.

I zone back in quickly, I need to decide.

"You're bluffing. I bet there's not even any bullets in that gun!" Liam spits and I want to slap the stupid out of him.

Does he not know how close to death he is! He's literally smelling deaths breath. Euh, not a nice thought.

Scary Guy squints and points the trigger to his right, to my direction.

"Boy, don't you doubt me,"

Then he pulls the trigger.

I scream as the pain seems to spread through my body like a burn and I hesitantly look down. I'm not bleeding but there is a bullet shaped hole in my chest.

I glance behind me and see the bullet has pierced through the wall, just like it pierced through me.

Liam looks at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Thankyou for getting me shot you douche!" I shout.

Scarlett - 1

Scary Guy - 1

He mouths sorry and Scary Guy laughs.

"Praying ain't going to help you now."

Liam struggles and Scary Guy laughs.

It's a hollow sound, croaky and evil.

"And when I'm done with you, I'll go and find that pretty sister of yours, Maisie was it?" He taunts and Liam stiffens,

"No." He whispers.

Right that's it. Nobody shoots me, hurts Liam, threatens Maisie and gets away with it. I've made up my mind.

The Angel/Devil on my shoulders have disappeared and now this is up to me.

I walk over to the drawer and pick up the saucepan.

"Boy, why is that moving..." Scary Guy sounds, scared? Good.

He aims the gun at Liam and I close my eyes. Come on powers. Come on now.

"Boy, you put that pot down now or Ill shoot you. I swear to God."

Lose your memory Scary Guy.

Lose it.

Lose it.

Lose it.

Lose it.

Lose it.

Lose it.

I repeat those 3 simple words for as long as I can and when I open my eyes, Scary Guy is looking bewildered, holding the gun to the floor.

"Who are you?" He asks Liam and I grin.

Colour Powers.

Fashion Powers.

Brainwashing Powers.

Liam looks just as bewildered as Scary Guy, if not more.

"I don't know who you are, son, so I'll be on my way. Maybe I drank to much, I tend to do that."

He heads toward the garage and Liam coughs and points to the door.

"Oh right yeah. Must have been Tom. Always putting things in my drinks." He mumbles, walking out of the door.

"What the hell did you just do?" Liam asks me.

I just shrug.

"I fixed him."

Scarlett - 2

Scary Guy -1

Game over.