Page 89 of Delirium
“On three,” Storm said as he went to the right side and I went to the left, followed by Kaiser. “One,” he counted. “Two…” His eyes connected with mine. “And three!”
We both jumped up and ran behind the trees, pressing our backs to the trunks, our chests rising and falling as if we had just ran a marathon.
The sound of an engine turning on cut through the air and the bullets started raining around us. It was obvious that they saw us. I looked down at the gun in my hand, removed the safety, and held it up, nodding at Storm.
Adrenaline coursed through both of us. It was what would help us to get through this.
I could hear footsteps over the clearing, the shuffling of feet. Without waiting for Storm, I stepped aside, moving away from my shelter and aimed at them.
Three of them were on the ground, coming closer to where we sat earlier, while one sat on top of the four-wheeler, further away, observing the area. I didn’t think, didn’t wait. I aimed my gun at the first one out of the three of them, and shot.
The bullet flew through the air, pummeling toward them. As it embedded into the upper thigh of the first guy in the line, the rest of them raised their guns at us. I wanted to see him fall, to see the pain on his face, but I couldn’t risk it.
Within seconds, I was behind the trunk again as the bullets rained on us. The scowl on Storm’s face was worth it though, and I would’ve done it again if it meant having one of them bleed out in this clearing.
The rumble from the direction where we came from tore through the forest, bringing back the relief I desperately needed. As the first car came through, followed by at least five bikers, I knew we were going to be okay.
Creed hung from the window of the car, holding a rifle in his hands, aiming straight at our attackers.
“We need them alive!” I yelled as they came closer. The nod from Creed was the only indication he heard me.
They jumped from the car and off of the bikes, their tactical uniforms protecting them from the perpetrators, and ran toward the clearing.
Gunshots echoed around us as I slid down the trunk of the tree, my butt hitting the ground. If it wasn’t for the strong pair of hands landing on my shoulders, I would’ve let the anger take over. I would’ve run into that clearing myself.
“Hey, hey,” Storm crooned. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”
“I know we are,” I answered with a clear voice.
“Then why—”
“I want them dead, Storm.” I looked up at him. I knew he could see the anger swirling in my eyes. “I want at least one of them saved for me.”
“What are you going to do with him?” he asked, smirking as Creed yelled out that it was clear. I stood up, holding on to Storm and looked toward the group of our guys, holding the man I shot earlier between them.
The fourth one was missing, no doubt running away, but the other two that came close to our blanket were on the ground, their eyes open, staring at the darkening sky.
“I’m going to play a little game.” I grinned. “And he’s going to love it.”
Kaiser pushed his snout on my hand, panting as I scratched his head.
“Then let’s go,” Storm murmured, taking my hand, and pulling me toward one of the bikes. “We gotta get home.”
“What about Kaiser?” I asked. “I’m not leaving him here.”
“Oh don’t worry.” Storm grinned. “Kaiser will ride with Creed and the man. I’m sure he’ll love it.”
Kaiser growled as Creed pushed the limping man toward the car, his blood trailing over the grass as Kaiser followed after them.
I didn’t want to stay around and wait, because if I did, I would kill the motherfucker here and now. But I couldn’t.
He had to have some kind of information, something that could help us.
Something that could put a stop to this insanity around us. I was getting tired of being a sitting duck. I was getting tired of waiting for things to get fixed. This had to end here and now.
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