skin. I feel the blood that starts to drip down my side, and ignore it.
“You’re bleeding,” Death says, standing in front of the window, without a care in the world. Like one bullet couldn’t end his life if it flew in right now and punctured through his thick head.
“No shit!” I reply pulling the curtain back. He stands there for a second longer, then walks straight past me. Viktor’s back with gun in hand, looking out to where Death has gone then back to me. We stand there for a second, the shots stop, then we hear Death open the door. We turn to rush after him, but before we can reach the door, he’s gone. Then we hear the shots. One gun, firing bullets, one after the other. We dash outside to see Death walking slowly, loading his gun, and then emptying it in the car located at the front of the house. It’s not one of ours, and we know that’s where the bullets are coming from.
I look down, and in that split second, another bullet hits me knocking me back, then straight to the ground. The rest of the men start to shoot in quick succession. My eyes become blurry, I try to sit but a foot pushes me back down. I can’t make out who it is, and my voice won’t be heard over the loud rings of the rapid fire.
“Stop trying to get up, you dickhead,” Death says.
I know it’s him holding me down. I try to push his foot off me, then the fire stops. Silence fills the dark night sky. Just as I open my eyes, a throaty scream rips from my lips. Someone’s fingers are in the wound, and I can feel it as each one searches for the bullet. “How I would love to have you on my table,” he says.
I almost laugh at the situation. I hear their voices chiming in and out, while I fight for consciousness. I know it.
“He’s losing a lot of blood,” someone yells from not too far away, but not close enough for me to make out who it is.
“Hold him down while I try to get the bullet out,” Death says. His fingers are still inside me. Just as my head hits the ground again, everything goes blank.
****
I wake to a hand in mine, it’s soft, unlike most hands that I’ve touched in my life. I open my eyes, most things are still blurry almost fuzzy. The hand squeezes mine and I know who it is by its size. Freya’s sitting next to me, her head hung back as if she’s asleep. I squeeze her hand tightly and watch as her eyes open to look to me.
“You’re awake,” she says in a small voice, pulling her hand from mine. “You’ve been asleep for at least twenty-four hours. You lost a lot of blood. Death got the bullet out, and your father called the family doctor,” she rushes as she explains.
I try to sit up and pain ravages through me. “The first bullet was only a flesh wound, the second one was a lot deeper. You have a few stitches and an IV to keep your fluids up,” she mumbles now looking up at the IV. I don’t even bother looking. I can feel it in my other hand, so I reach for it and pull it out.
Her eyes go wide as she tries to stop me. “Don’t Kazier…”
I drop back onto the bed, feeling like I haven’t slept the last day away. “Where are they?” I ask her, looking around.
She stands and walks to the door, opening it I watch Death walk in followed by Anton and Viktor. Viktor is looking at Death like he wants to throttle him.
“I got them all. Did you want to see?” Death asks, standing at the end of the bed.
Freya grabs my hand and squeezes it again.
“You got all of them?” I ask slightly confused.
Anton steps up, putting Death behind him. “Yes! After he got the bullet out, he left you to bleed out on the ground, and when we finally caught up with him he was slicing the throat of the driver while he was still in the car,” Anton says rolling his eyes at Death.
Death shrugs his shoulders like it’s a natural thing to do. To him, maybe it is.
“You killed them all?” I ask, stunned again.
Death nods his head before he speaks, “The one that shot you… I sliced open his stomach
“You’re bleeding,” Death says, standing in front of the window, without a care in the world. Like one bullet couldn’t end his life if it flew in right now and punctured through his thick head.
“No shit!” I reply pulling the curtain back. He stands there for a second longer, then walks straight past me. Viktor’s back with gun in hand, looking out to where Death has gone then back to me. We stand there for a second, the shots stop, then we hear Death open the door. We turn to rush after him, but before we can reach the door, he’s gone. Then we hear the shots. One gun, firing bullets, one after the other. We dash outside to see Death walking slowly, loading his gun, and then emptying it in the car located at the front of the house. It’s not one of ours, and we know that’s where the bullets are coming from.
I look down, and in that split second, another bullet hits me knocking me back, then straight to the ground. The rest of the men start to shoot in quick succession. My eyes become blurry, I try to sit but a foot pushes me back down. I can’t make out who it is, and my voice won’t be heard over the loud rings of the rapid fire.
“Stop trying to get up, you dickhead,” Death says.
I know it’s him holding me down. I try to push his foot off me, then the fire stops. Silence fills the dark night sky. Just as I open my eyes, a throaty scream rips from my lips. Someone’s fingers are in the wound, and I can feel it as each one searches for the bullet. “How I would love to have you on my table,” he says.
I almost laugh at the situation. I hear their voices chiming in and out, while I fight for consciousness. I know it.
“He’s losing a lot of blood,” someone yells from not too far away, but not close enough for me to make out who it is.
“Hold him down while I try to get the bullet out,” Death says. His fingers are still inside me. Just as my head hits the ground again, everything goes blank.
****
I wake to a hand in mine, it’s soft, unlike most hands that I’ve touched in my life. I open my eyes, most things are still blurry almost fuzzy. The hand squeezes mine and I know who it is by its size. Freya’s sitting next to me, her head hung back as if she’s asleep. I squeeze her hand tightly and watch as her eyes open to look to me.
“You’re awake,” she says in a small voice, pulling her hand from mine. “You’ve been asleep for at least twenty-four hours. You lost a lot of blood. Death got the bullet out, and your father called the family doctor,” she rushes as she explains.
I try to sit up and pain ravages through me. “The first bullet was only a flesh wound, the second one was a lot deeper. You have a few stitches and an IV to keep your fluids up,” she mumbles now looking up at the IV. I don’t even bother looking. I can feel it in my other hand, so I reach for it and pull it out.
Her eyes go wide as she tries to stop me. “Don’t Kazier…”
I drop back onto the bed, feeling like I haven’t slept the last day away. “Where are they?” I ask her, looking around.
She stands and walks to the door, opening it I watch Death walk in followed by Anton and Viktor. Viktor is looking at Death like he wants to throttle him.
“I got them all. Did you want to see?” Death asks, standing at the end of the bed.
Freya grabs my hand and squeezes it again.
“You got all of them?” I ask slightly confused.
Anton steps up, putting Death behind him. “Yes! After he got the bullet out, he left you to bleed out on the ground, and when we finally caught up with him he was slicing the throat of the driver while he was still in the car,” Anton says rolling his eyes at Death.
Death shrugs his shoulders like it’s a natural thing to do. To him, maybe it is.
“You killed them all?” I ask, stunned again.
Death nods his head before he speaks, “The one that shot you… I sliced open his stomach
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