On the Heights

Heaven in Black...

Honestly, I think the wind saved me. But it didn't save Helen. The bullet flew a few centimeters away of my head, and it pierced Helen's leg. She squaled in pain. I ran up to her. I took off my jacked and ripped a piece. I wrapped her leg and put pressure on the wound. Then I helped her to head to the exit. The rest of the people screamed in panic and squeezed into the exits. I tried to make my way through the crowd to get Helen out of there. But I wasn't able to. I saw the Jazz singer walk to the main stage, where I was standing before. «My guitar» I realized. I was going to try to stop him, but I realized Helen was still hurt. I walked a few steps more but someone pushed me back «You must be kidding me» I though. Then, a man came up to us and looked at me first, then nodded. I stopped trying to move. I was shocked. The only thing I was able to think before the man helped Helen get out of there: «David...». 

Then I turned back and ran to the stage. Another sniper bullet flew near my head. The jazz singer stared at me with anger. I jumped on the stage and tried to get my guitar back, but he took out a gun and shot at one of my feet. I fell down. I wasn't able to get up. A spotlight turned on and pointed at me.  The man smiled.

"Welcome, Bryan" 

"Why?!" I shouted. "Just, why?!"

"You should have listened to us, Bryan." He clearly ignored me. "Everything would have gone better..." The man sighed.

"You're such a monster" 

"I'm just smart. I'd like to explain it, but you're a dead man, so, why waste time?"

He played a guitar chord and then smiled again.

"I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies" He started singing. "This is the dawning of the rest of our lives.."

He was playing even better than me. On a last try, I crawled across the floor and grabbed the gun, which he had thrown away so that he could play better. He saw me, but ignored me trying to finish the chorus.

"This is our lives on Holiday!" 

I shot him. 

And the theatre exploded.