The Girl with the Butterfly Tattoo

Chapter 12

Previously: 

Chase smiled into his mirror and smiled mischievously at Kelly. She blew him a kiss and Chase winked at her. 

Disgusting. 

Naomi really seemed to be enjoying herself at this point. She really still is the optimistic one. She has a broken foot and no family around her but she brings herself to be so easygoing. I can't fake it and pretend I'm not scared. I was wallowing in my own pity the whole time Naomi was gone. Now I'm acting like I'm Mr. Tough Guy here. I'm still scared out of my mind. I've managed to trick myself for the mean time though. Sitting here, being ridiciously serious, won't help me. 

 I sighed. "Well?"

He nodded and sped up slightly. "Sure, man." 

Oh, could the seconds pass any slower? 

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Sean's POV

We were so close, so incredibly close that I could almost taste it. Even Naomi was nervous, she fidgeted quietly with her fingers and looked at me with worried eyes. The radio sang to me loudly.

...Test my reality, check if there's a weak spot... Clinging to insanity; hopes the world will ease up. Try and make it look like it's all somehow getting better 'cause I know how to play it pretty good against the measure. Everyone started out a little insane but we learn pretty quick how to fake it for the game. Some of you never learned to drop the act. Under that skin of yours; a heart attack...

I repeated the words in my mind and chuckled to myself. How ironic, this song is basically serenading me for my big moment. I heard the sound of helicopters and sirens far ahead. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Naomi spoke up for the first time. "We're almost there..."

...'Cause everybody's so scared, we don't go there...

"Look at that! Look!" Chase shouted. The noise around us was too overwhelming. I could barely hear him or Kelly's shrill voice.

...We don't wanna make a move, we got all our lives to lose. Screaming in the dark while we just play our part. I'll play right along like I don't know what's going on...

I jumped out of the moving Jeep, tumbling slightly. The Jeep came to a sudden halt and I ran towards it, banging on the window. Naomi opened it and the last of the lyrics belted out.

...Somebody make a move, somebody make a move. We all know, we all know what's going on...

"Come on!"

Naomi positioned herself and rolled into my arms. I cradled her for just a second before I ran away from the scene. I didn't know what to do with her. Why didn't I think this through? 

"Where are we going? Sean! Sean, answer me!" Her eyes were desperate and frightened. I know my eyes mirrored her exact emotions. I finally answered but as my lips parted to speak, a shower of  bullets streaked the sky. Naomi screamed. My frantic eyes searched for something, somewhere safe. I noticed the helicopter hovering above us. They were shooting at the enemies. The CAC. The amount of people that were surrounding the White House and invading it; insanity. Naomi began to sob into my chest. Fear vibrated off of her. I ran faster, my strides longer and more exaggerated. Madness was starting behind me.

Police surrounded us. 

"Stop now, don't move! Drop the girl!"

I hesistated. "Take her, take her somewhere safe. Please." Moving Naomi's immobile body into one of the stronger looking police men as I stroked stray strands of hair away from her eyes. 

"I wish I could go with you." Her eyes burned into mine for the slightest moment. The cops were arranging space for her in one of the police cars.

"You trained me for this, didn't you?" I tried smiling.

She grinned. "I did, didn't I?.." She trailed off and bit her lip as if she was about to cry. 

 I stared at the war in front of me. I breathed in deeply, caressing her jaw. "Kiss me you witch."

Her eyes glinted with mischievous. She pulled on the back of my neck and the time went still and silent as her lips moved in sync with mine. She pulled back, looking heartbroken.

"Go," she whispered, shoving me away. She looked at the empty police car then back at me. "Go!" she demanded.

I nodded, smiling like a mad-man.

I ran.

Slipping into the police car with ease, I twisted the key in the ignition. The angry voice behind me slowly disappeared. Stopping only for a second, I grabbed as many of the fallen CAC member's gun and fired at as many as I could. People dropped like flies and I could barely breathe without wanting to throw up. Bullets raced each other across the body-covered battlefield as pedestrians screamed for their lives.

The engine roared alive. I drove into CAC's crowd and body after after, they all rolled under the wheels. I could almost hear the fragile bones being crushed underneath me. Bullets were fired in my direction, leaving oval dents in the bullet-proof glass. I tried pretending like I was just casually mowing my lawn like any other day back at home, not running over the government's arch rivals, CAC. 

Suddenly I heard the glass crack. Lines snaked through it and it shattered. "F**k, f**k, f**k!" I ducked, underneath the window, feeling bullets soar above my head. It's until I found myself up against the wall of the White House that I knew it was game over for me. 

I'm going to die.

I surged forward right as the emergency air bag propelled into my face. I gagged, trying to catch my breathe as the force slammed me right back into my seat. Whiplash or a head concussion, I wasn't quite sure yet. My vision blurred; everything around me numbed and I felt like throwing up violently. I held my heavy head in my hands and I lowered myself. At least I'm not doing to die. 

Yet, my subconscious urges. 

I swallow my pride and ignore the ringing in the back of my head. 

Not without a fight, I tell my mind, Not when Naomi is out there, expecting me to come back to her. 

 It's time for me to optimistic, or in the least - just brave as hell. 

I kept myself lowered as fewer gun shots came my way. I expected that they'd assume I was dead. What a rookie mistake. I searched around the crashed vehicle, hoping to find some more guns. I only found a pistol in the passenger side along with the other guns I retrieved from the gun. I was running out of ideas. With tear-blurred vision, I bolted out and faced the decreasing crowd, CAC. 

Other agents and police men came to guard me as we all braced ourselves. They probably thought I was some pedestrian. I'd imagine if they weren't so many people, they'd be dragging my injured self away from this mess. The CAC had no dramatic pause before they tried tearing us limp from limb like they did in the movies. Once one person had laid their greedy eyes on our group, we were being shot down one by one. A majority of them had body armour and as they guarded me away from danger, I shot in between their bodies and killed. At that moment, I was ruthless. 

The CAC; they were the tree, my target - I would stop at nothing until my own knees had gave in on me. The bloodbath drowned the men around me and trying to think fast, I hid near the closest protection - my stolen and crashed police car. I squeezed myself against the cold, stone wall in fetal position trying to make myself appear smaller. I promised myself I would take time out of my life daily to thank these agents before Hell struck over me. 

The White House began to collapse and before I could pathetically shield myself from the raining pieces of the building, my body crumbled beneath them and everything around me became blank before I could even blink. Before I could think about Naomi, my promise, my everything. 

Who knew? This story was supposed to have a happy ending.