Fatal Attractions

LV

"Asshat at your six!"

I whipped around and sent my foot into the man's stomach before he could shoot me, adrenaline fueling every motion.

"When did you learn to talk like that?" I asked Logan as I punched another guy that tried to attack me.

"Like I said, I read a lot of comic books." He smiled at me weakly then we took off again.

Getting to city hall was harder than I thought it was going to be, especially when guys tried to kill you every five steps. I didn't even know we had this many people in the city. Left and right, people went down for blocks. City hall must be packed with people.

We tried to run through the crowd as discreetly as possible but every three seconds, someone else kicked out Logan's legs or threw a knife at us.

Out of nowhere, one guy clocked me in the side of the head, making me stumble back, but I didn't think twice before slamming my fist into his face, but he wasn't going down without a fight.

Another fist, another kick, I elbowed him in the shoulder and he crumpled to the ground as I took off. Just before I left, I noticed he wasn't even wearing a snowflake badge, he just beat me up for no reason.

What had happened to this city?

My fingers slid into Logan's as we ran through the streets, not wanting to let go in fear we would split up again.

I felt like I was in an action movie, everything was a blur and the only thing I could hear was the deafening sound of blood in my ears and faint screams. Everything that happened seemed to happen in slow motion, things barely registered, yet I always reacted within a split second. My body was perfectly capable of functioning, but my mind just wasn't with it. The only thing that registered to my mind was Logan's sweaty hand in mine as he pulled me through the crowd, and that was the only thing really keeping me from completely blacking out at this point. Hope. The hope that his hand would still be there even when other hands pulled triggers of guns aimed at us, when other hands tried to rip us apart or punch us or hurt us. The fact that I was holding his hand meant that we were still going. We were still okay.

He shot people left and right, flinching every time the gun went off with a silent, "Jesus forgive me" escaping his lips.

I pulled him into a side alley where a few women were getting in a cat fight over drugs, not seeming to notice the annihilation going on outside.

"What the hell, Madisyn?" He knit his eyebrows, looking back out at the streets. "What are you doing?"

I pried the gun from his sweaty hands. "Listen to me, you need to go home."

"What? No." He said, shaking his head. "I'm not leaving you."

I swallowed. "It's not safe." My voice cracked, more tears threatening to spill over.

"Madisyn, I'm doing fine, okay?" He scoffed, trying to grab the gun from me.

"Soon you won't be!" If I lost him tonight, I don't know what I'd do. I would have nothing left, and I couldn't risk it. "Just go home and watch the cameras-"

"I'm a big boy, Madisyn, I've seen you and Jason do it. Hell, I even took a few karate classes when I was younger. I can handle myself and if you don't believe that..." He shook his head, sighing with disappointment. "Then I underestimated you."

I chewed on my lip, glancing back out at the city outside. He was so damn stubborn. I knew he could handle himself, but I didn't know if I could handle him, or if he could handle me. I just didn't want to see him die, and I didn't want him to see me die. One of them was going to happen, I knew it was, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.