Beauty in Bloodshed - Part Eight ~ The Finale

Anna-Lee:

I watch with patience as Chris makes his way around the group of cops. Silent. The bush is silent. Except for the cops. Ruining the tranquility of the forest with their chatter. I can hear them.

"We need to take them alive."

"If they are the killers, I’m sure they won’t give us the chance."

"The public is going to want to see justice, though."

"Look, why are we discussing this. The boss wants them alive, we get them alive, or at least we try."

Ha. Good fuckin luck. I think to myself. I look off toward Chris. He motions me. It’s time. His gun goes off and one of the cops drops to the ground. Blood pouring from the gunshot in his neck. They all drop just as quick, guns drawn. They are trying to figure out where the shot came from. Chris fires off another round. Another cop goes down, taking a head shot. They figure out where the shots are coming from and fire in Chris’s direction. This is my cue. I leap up out of my hiding spot like a mad woman. Yelling. My gun on fire. I hit one of them and he drops. I duck down as they fire at me. Chris leaps up, his gun blazing. Another goes down. There are two left. Chris tries to fire. His gun clicks. One of the officers shoots at him.

Chris takes off into the woods and the cop gives pursuit. The last cop advances on my position. I am sick with worry about Chris. Too worried to even let the fact that an armed officer is taking my position frighten me. As he approaches me I leap up and to my own surprise I get a shot off before he manages to. He drops, blood gushing from his stomach. He isn’t dead. But he will be. I stand over him. His gun fell from his hand when I shot him. He lays there. Useless and bleeding. I point my gun at his face. Grinning at him. I imagine I look completely insane. Dripping with blood, my feet and neck wrapped in bandages, my hair a wild mess, grinning the grin of the devil as I end the life of an officer of the law. I pull the trigger with such ease it shocks me. Now to save my savior.

Chris:

The brush cuts at me as I run. I have no choice. I can only hope Anna bested that cop. I am panting, sweating, my blood is thick with adrenaline. I run. There are steps behind me and cursing. A shot is fired and it explodes into the thick trunk of a tree right next to me. I turn to look. I stumble and fall. I draw my gun, then remember it is useless. I turn my head to stare straight down the barrel of a police issue handgun. My confidence leaves me. This is it. I knew this was over. I knew it.

"I should fucking kill you right now. Kill you. You’ll die like an animal in the dirt." says the cop, he is out of breath. His eyes are crazed, but his hand shakes. He doesn’t have the balls, I try to convince myself.

"Fuckin do it then." I say, my voice is reminiscent of the hotel room 20 minutes ago. Barely a whisper. But he looks at me and the way he looks at me tells me he won’t.

He presses the gun to my face. I close my eyes. Ready to embrace the cold arms of death. A shot. Nothing. I open one eye. Then another. Anna is standing there. Victorious. The officer is dead. In the dirt. His blood spills and creates a horrifying mud, a nasty shade of red/brown. Anna yells out. Throwing her head back in victory. A Val Kyrie. A vixen. The angel of death. Her yell is cut short. She falls down, landing sprawled over the cop. Blood drips from her forehead. The back of her head is an empty hole. Her blond hair ripped from it’s resting place. Her body limp. The light gone from her eyes. I see nothing.

I grab her gun and stand, firing wildly at the backup that arrived for the officers. I take one, two, three down. I run out of bullets. Seven guns are aimed at me. They yell for me to drop my weapon, get down on the ground, keep my hands where they can see them. I won’t let them take me. I will die by my own choice. I’m coming Anna. I kneel down, like I am going to obey. I grab the dead officers gun and shove the barrel into my mouth. I close my eyes. I pull the trigger.