Us Against The World

Chapter 28

"Open the door!" a soldier demands and my heart begins to race. I look down at Jexton and he shrugs. "I need help." he coughs and I shake my head. "We can't let them in," I whine. "they'll either take us away or kill us!" 

"Either way, Farrah, I will die if they don't." I try to ignore is selfish remark and look around the room.

I jog over and kneel in front of him. I rip his sleeve off of his arm as fast as I can and tie it around his bleeding torso tightly. He winces and I apologize. "Farrah," Jexton says and I look at him as my eyes water and I put more pressure on his wound. "We have to. There's no other way out." he says and I shake my head. He places on of his hands over mine on his wound and the other on my cheek. He looks into my eyes and I nod and stand.

"J-Jexton's hurt." I call and the soldiers stop banging on the door. "Open the door." one of the men says in a somewhat softer tone. I look down at Jexton one last time for assurance and he nods and winces again. I slowly walk over to the door and unlock it, leaving them to open it themselves. They barge in and one of them grabs me and another kneels in front of Jexton.

"Who did this?" the man in front of Jexton asks, referring to who killed Karen and who shot Jexton. "Karen shot him and—"

"I killed her." Jexton says, breathing heavily. He stares at me, mentally telling me to watch my words. "She put us both in danger and she shot me for protecting. . .Farrah." he says and the man nods. 

"We'll take him to the hospital, take her to the cells." the man in front of Jexton says to the man holding me. As the man lifts Jexton from the ground and walks out the door, Jexton and I squirm and yell. "Wait, no! No!" the man holding me shoves me forward and forces me to walk as he keeps a tight grip on my shoulder. I look down at the floor and see Karen's gun lying just next to the doorway. I need a plan.

"Ow! Ow!" I yell and fall to the ground. "What?" the man asks and I turn to sit up right and grab my ankle. "Ouch, ow, oh my." I begin to cry as I rub my ankle. "What the hell's matter with you?"

"My ankle," I wince and sniffle. "my ankle ow!" the man kneels and yanks my hand from my ankle and I wince. "Don't touch it!" I yell and he stands and backs only a little ways away; enough for me to grab the gun and shoot him. He falls to the ground and retrieves his gun from its holster and points it at me. "You little bitch." he says sternly and I hide behind the door as his gun goes off dodging the bullet. 

I hear the man scooting himself a bit, then stand to his feet- as I can hear his heavy boots on the tile floor. I run to my left before he exits the room. I slip into the nearest room and press my body up against the wall. I hold the rifle as close to my chest as possible and wait for the sound of heavy boots to get closer. 

I breathe heavily and my heart races faster and faster as I hear the man inch closer and closer. It's a one in a million chance that I'll make it out of this alive, but it's only one on one. "Where are you, you fake little bitch?" my breathing increases as the sound of the heavy boots gets closer and closer to the room I'm in. 

I squeeze my eyes shut and squat to the floor. He knocks on the wall and a few doors until he is at the door of the room I'm in. He looks around the darkness of the room and glides his hand over the wall until he finds the switch. By the time the light flips on, my gun is already pointed at him and by the time he finds me, he is shot once again. This time in the chest. 

When the man falls to the ground, I run to the door and attempt to jump over his body, but he grabs my ankle making me fall. I hit the ground harshly. My wrist begins to hurt, but I ignore it. I kick and squirm, but the man's grip is tight. I sit up as he tries to do the same, and hit him in the face with my gun. And as much as I didn't think that would work, it did. When he releases me, I run to and down the stairs. "Get back here, you little bitch!" 

I run down the stairs as fast as I can without falling. I look out the window and see the man carrying Jexton jogging down the road. I run to the exit doors and try to yank them open, but they're still locked. How did they get out? The man probably had a key. "Fuck!" I yell and run back up the stairs and to the control room.

The soldier that I had shot twice is close to the top of the stairs with his gun drawn and I flinch and gasp. I draw my gun and duck just as his goes off. I feel a blow to my shoulder and scream. I hold my shoulder and stand again. I kick the man in the face and run to the control room. 

I look everywhere for the door buttons and security notification disable. "Which one is it?" I whisper to myself. I hear walkie talkie static from the hallway and slowly walk to the door. I peek through the door way and find the man sitting up on the stair case talking into a device. He turns to me and stands quickly, but falls. I almost giggle, but I draw my gun instead. 

"Don't try anything," I warn. "I won't hesitate to shoot you again, and it won't be somewhere tolerable this time." the man rolls his eyes and I swallow.

"Give me your gun." I demand and he smiles. "Who do you think you are?" he asks and I tilt my head. "Let me answer that for you," he says and tries to sit himself up. "You're the reason why this whole thing started." he then stopped breathing and fell.