Demon Hunter

Chapter 18 - Pizza Sauce Part 2

Wait---you seriously thought I'd give up and just die? Puh-lease, I'm bringing this bad boy b*tch down. 

Even though the pepper failed me, I had my knee to use as a weapon.

Suddenly, Jamie burst in and pointed a gun at the dude. "This is the police. Step away from the gorgeous lady or I'll shoot you to death, punk."

I rolled my eyes.

"Go ahead and shoot me, I don't care," the dude said, not taking the knife away from my neck.

"Right, I will," Jamie started doing cool moves with the gun in his hands. He flipped it around and aimed at the wall, fake shooting it, while silently shouting "pow, pow, pow." 

Un-freaking believable. I'm on the verge of death and all he can think about is being a show-off.

Suddenly, the gun fell out of his hands due to his bad skills and tumbled on the ground. At that moment, it shot out party streamers. Great, it's a toy gun. He brought a toy gun to a life-threatening situation.

My hero.

"I don't know him," I lied.

Well, he made for a good distraction.

"Shouldn't you stick to tea parties with your dolls instead of attempting to save lives?" he taunted. "Clearly, you were dropped as a baby."

"I was only dropped once." Jamie responded in anger.

Using all the force I had, I brought my knee forward and kicked him.

"Ah," he was caught off guard and momentarily stumbled back. These few seconds allowed for me to flee towards Jamie.

"Let's go!"

We ran to the car and jumped right in, locking it. 

"Wait, the pizza," Jamie spoke, trembling.

"There's a murderer after us and you want to go back in for pizza?"

"Fine, we'll get it somewhere else." Jamie grumbled.

"Good---wait, I just remembered, the pizza boy! He's locked in the freezer!"

"No time," Jamie yelled.

"I have to go back and get him---"

CRASH!

Suddenly, an axe flung through the window, shattering it.

Jamie screamed. "Start the car Reese!"

If I wasn't wide awake before, I certainly was now. 

I chose to ignore him messing up on my name again. With a bad memory like his, he's never going to get it right...

"Ow, my knee, it's killing me," I moaned, pain shooting through my leg. What was the b*stard made of? Cement?! I feel like I broke something.

"WHO CARES? START THE CAR, RUN OVER THE KILLER, I'LL REQUEST BACK-UP." Honestly, Jamie seemed more scared than me. 

I started the car, driving out of the parking lot. The dude jumped through Jamie's side of the car, through the broken, shattered window. Jamie howled in distress, causing me to go even faster. 

"Hit him so falls out of the car," I demanded him.

"I just got my nails buffed." Jamie complained, his fear evaporating for a few seconds before it returned. 

Mumbling to myself in irritation, I drove like Jamie, swerving to the left and right multiple times. It did the trick.

We managed to lose him but from the corner of the rear-view mirror, I could see him heading back to the pizza store...