Midnight Grey

Chapter 23 Déjà vu

There's a hurricane storming inside my heart. It's not settling down and the storm makes it tremble, shake, and race in fear. Tears form in my eyes, hot and heavy before they blur my vision.

I'm shaking as I get to my car realizing I could be too late. The only thing making my thoughts able to stay on track is the adrenaline. Though, the terror tries with every beat to cloud over me leaving me going in and out of adrenaline to a fogged, frightened mind.

The key is turned and even though I do not wish to hear the radio, I don't want to take the time to turn it off. I barely pause at the stop signs and I completely disregard the speed limits.

"Victor Mooreson was arrested yesterday during an attempted robbery of Skyview National Bank with several others." My car hovers towards apposing traffic as the announcer speaks on the radio. The blaring horn of the car is the only thing that stops me from hitting it. I instantly avert the collision and get back into my lane listening intently to the words.

"According to authorities Victor Mooreson was accused of several crimes for which he'd been let go from lack of convicting evidence. An inside party helped the authorities perpetrate him. Video confessions as well as catching him red-handed make it appear bleak, he will get out clean again. Unfortunately, the authorities were not able to capture all the suspects at the attempted robbery. Statin Mooreson," my heart pinches, "also son of Victor Mooreson was not seized during the arrest and escaped authorities. His whereabouts are currently unknown but if seen authorities caution to take him as extremely dangerous and possibly armed."

The last words echo inside me like a drum that won't stop pounding. Austin might be gone soon.

I don't hesitate when I park. The keys are ripped out of the ignition and the door is slammed shut.

I weave through the crowd. The amount of people at the park seems multiplied today. When a large group forms together on the path, I get frustrated and start to shove. "Hey!" someone shouts as I push past.

I'm running so fast I'm only aware of my hard breathing by the burn in my chest and throat. I run through the trees, until I finally get to the clearing.

Suddenly a scream pierces my ears and the crowd dissipates to reveal a gun and the guy holding the pistil is Statin.

Malice and rage consume his black eyes. He glares ahead of him not caring what will happen to him but wanting nothing more than the person before him to suffer, to die.

The person who doesn't scramble away is the person the gun is aimed at: Austin. He stays firm in his stance with his gaze directly forward. There's not an inch of fear on his face. "Hi, Statin."

Statin's eyes narrow in disgust, "Did you think you would get away with this? You betrayed me," his teeth are grounding hard in his jaw. His words are filled with wrath that is barely constrained. "And you sent my father to jail. Did you really think I would let you live your happy life? Thinking you're a hero? Ha, you're nothing. And that's what I'm going to make you."

The words don't faze Austin. "If you want to shoot me, then do it." He holds his arms open and willing.

"I want to kill you," Statin's syllables are thick as tarry acid.

"Austin!" I shout in fear with tears dripping down my cheeks hoping my voice will make him come to his senses.

Austin looks directly at me. The expression on his face is torn as if he must do what he is doing, but part of me is making him not sure. I'm pulling him away from this and towards me.