The Craziest Of Them All

XIII

Demon’s POV

Fuck!

An onslaught of bullets fly through all the windows in the living room, causing tiny shards of glass to spray over my back as I lie on top of Amandla to protect her from any carnage.

Getting up off of her, I grab her by the collar of her shirt and drag her to behind the kitchen counter so that we can have cover from the piercing bullets. The bangs are so loud that I can't even hear myself think, and it's not helping that Amandla is right next to me screaming her head off. Her hands are covering her ears as she continues to scream like a deranged banshee.

“Shut the fuck up!” I yell at her, over the loud bangs and her soul shattering screams. She heads my command, and sits quietly with her hands still placed over her ears. I can hear the multiple bullets that are planting themselves to the other side of the kitchen island.

I crawl over to the oven and open it up. I reach in and grab my handgun that I hide there for situations like this. In the business I am in, I know that it is never safe and that it would be stupid of me not to hide a multiple guns all over the house.

I grab the other gun that I always keep in my waist band, and with a gun in each hand I crawl back to Amandla, who now sits calmly on the floor watching my every move with her eyes. It's actually crazy how she can go from frantic to calm this quickly. But I ain't complaining, I don't know how I would deal with her if she was still the former.

“Okay, listen to me,” I begin while I take the safety off of the guns, “on my count, you are going to run to the door while I cover you.” I look at Amandla and see her nod in agreement at my plan. “On three. One. Two. THREE!”

Amandla don't need to be told twice, before I can even finish saying ‘three’ she makes a mad dash to the door. Her hands are wrapped around her head as if that would protect from a bullet. I stand up, and begin to shoot out the shattered windows. As I am doing this, I also run towards the door. I expect the door to be open by the time I get there, but instead I find Amandla struggling to open all the locks quickly. “Why do you have so many motherfucking locks!?” She screams and she finally slide the slot open and swings the door open.

We both make a dash out the door and begin to run down the dark hallway. “This way.” I whisper yell as I direct Amandla to the stairs that lead to the back of the building. She obeys and we both race down the concrete stairs.

Now outside of the building, we quietly creep around trying to get to my car that is parked in the parking lot at the front of the building. My ears are tuned to listen to how many people are out front. From the voices I'm hearing I can deduce that there are about five men. 

 Before Amandla rounds the corner leading to the semi lit parking lot, where the men are, I grab her by the elbow to stop her from walking any further. I pull her to behind me so that she is cover by my body. I sneak a peek around the corner and see that there are in fact four men standing near my car. Each have a semi automatic gun in their hands. These men are professionals like myself, someone hired them to take me out, but who the fuck would have the guts to try and kill me?

With a firm grip on both of my guns, I step into the light and release my finger from the trigger. The bullet flies in the air before landing in the dead center of one of the hitman’s forehead. He crumples to the ground dead. Before his partner can react to the loud bangs emanating from my gun, he too is shot down.

Within less than a second, the other two gunmen open fire inward waqaaamy direction. I skillfully run in zigzags to make me a harder target to hit. As I am doing this, I too am shooting at the gunmen. The one gets hit in the shoulder and stumbles a bit back. I run toward an old Toyota Corolla and use it as cover. I duck behind the boot of the car and look behind me to Amandla, with my hand I motion for her to come to me. She seems to understand my beckoning and comes running out of the shadows. While she runs, I stand up and begin to shoot at the last gunman standing. His body jerks violently as the bullets pierce his skin. He falls to ground a second later.