According to his memory

Chapter 25

CJ Flint

"Put the stuff in the bag!" the man yells at an older lady cowering behind the counter. She doesn't move fast enough to his liking and once the counter is cleared he shoots her at point blank. A scream sounds off as the woman's limp body falls hard next to other shoppers. 

I stay frozen in place as the man makes his way over to us and tells the woman who was helping us to put the contents of the counter into the bag. She does as she is told and I can feel the ring in Mike's hand against my hand. He is pushing it into my hand and I take it from him. The man likes how fast the lady went and grabs her by her hair.

The man with the bag goes to leave the store with the lady who helped us being dragged behind him by her hair. I only start to panic when I don't feel the pressure of Mike against my back anymore.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Mike's voice is strong and authorities in a way I've never heard it before.

"What the hell are you going to do about it?" The man sneers.

"I'm a cop, and my buddies are on their way as we speak. If you stop now we can give you a deal." Mike spoke steadily, showing no fear. The traces of his tear have been long gone and there is no trace of weakness on his face.

"I'm already a murderer, there's not much you can do for me now." The man looks Mike dead in the eyes and shoots Another scream echoes off the walls and it takes me a second to realize that I'm the one screaming.

I hear the heavy footsteps of the man but my heartbeat is louder in my ears as I make my way over to Mike. He's bleeding. From his head. There is so much blood. 

I crawl over to him and grab something from one of the bag we had picked up earlier. A sweater meant to go to Cheyenne was now used as a gauze to save the life of the man I just admitted I loved. I feel fire screaming at my stomach as I am thrown away from Mike's body. The man had kicked me as I was crawling to Mike. I tried to get up again only to be met with the same punishment. It was hard to breath as my stomach burned from the force. I didn't register the gun shot sound until after the man walked out of the store with the lady still in grip and ceiling matter fell over my head.

"Miss! Miss! Let me help." Jeremy had crawled over from where he was and took off his over shirt to reveal a black tank top. He tied it over the sweater to keep it in place.

"You can't die on me, Mike. Do you hear me?" I stop as a coughing fit takes over me. I ignore the blood that splatters out of my mouth and onto my elbow. "You can't leave me here alone. I can't raise this baby without you. Please, fight. Please, don't leave me. Michael, this isn't a joke. If you die I will never forgive you."

It's getting harder and harder to breath while I hold Mike's head in my lap. I smell something burning and I turn my head to see the group of me dragging out their kills and throwing them off the second floor balcony into a fire they built out of benches. They were burning the bodies. 

"Put down your weapons! Now!" Men in black uniforms and guns stormed in.

"It's okay, helps coming. SWAT is here now, help will be here after." Jeremy rubs my shoulder but I feel dizzier and dizzier by the second.

I can hear my own heartbeat slow in my ears and my shallow breaths getting farther and farther from each other.

"Cheyenne." I say looking over to Jeremy. "Cheyenne. Tell Cheyenne I love her."

He looks at me and I can see his face register that I am asking him for my last wish. He shakes his head no. "You are going to have to tell her yourself." 

I feel my eyes flutter shut and somewhere in the distance I hear a medic being called. But it's too far away and the blood feels so sticky. And it hurts so bad to breath. It would feel so much better to just stop. Stop. Stop and drift off.