BitterSweet - 1

Chappie 16

"Step out of the vehicle please!" The police officer said behind the glass. He stared at us from behind the window with big ugly googly eyes,

"Crap, crap, crap. What are you going to do?" I asked, liking how I said you, not me,

"What he told me to do." I watched Clay pocket a silver gleaming gun,

"Crap, are you gonna to shoot him?" I whispered,

"Nope, I'm going to shoot the van that's rolling down the road." I looked in the mirror and saw it. Jee those guys found us fast. I stared at Clay and he looked back. I could still feel his kiss on my lips. God. I can't believe I kissed a god,

"Don't die on me". I mumbled. He winked,

"You still got that gun?" I nodded softly feeling the heavy weight in my shorts pocket,

"Stay alive yeah?" He said and slammed out of the door. The thick cracks of bullets firing filled the air. I didn't watch. I could hear the screams of the gang members.

Tap Tap Tap

The police man was tapping on the window,

"Come on! Hurry!" He shouted. I watched his fill with shock and pain and he fell to the floor. Dead. Because of me. I could see Clay now, he was surrounded. The gang members all looked happy with themselves, like they had Clay where they wanted him. They were big guys, like rugby big, and they all held bats or guns and other lovely weapons like that. They should be coming after me, unless, unless they didn't know I was here. No one had looked inside the car. Clay was stood in the middle panting like a bat out of hell. He looked hot, so damn hot and angry. I saw his eyes flick up to mine for a moment. He didn't have a gun in his hands. It was on the ground gleaming in the weak sun. I bit my lip and watched. Crap why was I so useless?

"Don't die on me." I mumbled. He winked,

"You still got that gun?"

I could help. I could distract them. I took a breath, my hands were shaking, my blood was pumping, my heart was banging in my ears. But I couldn't leave him like that could I? Or maybe I could? Because Clay was going to fight and win wasn't he? Because he was a god. I watched as a man stepped forward and slammed a bat into Clay's stomach he tried to fight but another man smashed him from behind. Each blow was like someone was twisting my heart and I couldn't just sit here. I bit my lip and grabbed the gun from my pocket.

I've never ever tried to hurt someone.

I've never even wanted too, well maybe the vampire diaries producers (Damon should totally be with Elena)

My fingers clicked off the safety switch on the gun.

I pulled back the trigger.

And threw my door open. I hoped I looked like something out of a James Bond movie but I probably looked like a trampy kid with stylish sunglasses and a gun held in shaking hands. The gang members all looked up from Clay unison. If I wasn't so scared I swear their penguin faces would have made me laugh. Complete shock and then they smiled, together. Creepy people. I shuddered. Clay looked up at me in shock as well. I saw him shouting at me to run. I did run, behind the car. I wasn't clever but I'd watched enough T.V to know that you hid behind something. I swear I was so proud of how epic brave I was. The first bullet rang through the air and in that bullet. It told me something, something important..

These men didn't want to kidnap me. They wanted to shoot me. Perhaps kill me? I didn't know why. What the hell had I done?

"Get her you i***t!" Some one raged. I heard Clay shout something and then a gang member was running to me. The others were pointing guns at Clay's head, they were going to shoot him. I held the gun in shaking hands, my finger resting on the warm sweaty trigger, just add a bit of pressure and BAM he was gone. Dead. The end. Not the end though because I had an idea, a crazy, maybe die kinda idea. I pocketed the gun carefully.

The gang member smiled at me with yellow teeth. A distant voice in my mind remarked on how utterly disgusting yellow teeth were, not like Clay's white pearls. Oh god and when he smiled they were so shiny in the light, I love the...

"Are you listening b***h?" The man screamed at me. I stared at him,

"No, sorry." I said. Hang on why was I saying sorry?

"I said I'm going to....." I ignored him and watched Clay. He was bleeding, in full thick gashes along his head. It hurt me, it torn me inside out. I glanced at the man who was still taking but I didn't hear his words because suddenly I knew what to do,

I knew how to save him.

It wasn't by running away.

It was by listening.

"HEY!" I shouted. Every head snapped up to me, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" I asked. They frowned together, but one of the men, the one who had hit Clay with his bat smiled at me. It wasn't a nice smile,

"You to come with us."

"Why?"

"Because my boss wants you."

"And if I come with you what happens?" I asked,

"Scarlett no!" Clay shouted. I ignored him,

"Will you leave him alone?" I nodded at Clay not looking at him. The man smiled,

"Sure why not?" He chuckled,

"Then I will come." I said softly. Clay tried to get his feet but one of the men slammed a bat against his head and he fell back down to the road,

"You said you would leave him alone!" I shouted. The bat man grinned,

"Tie her up! Get her in the van. Lets get this over with and get paid." He laughed and the two ugly oafs ran up to me. I didn't move as they wrapped thick rope on my wrists, tying it too tight. They dragged me past Clay who was unconscious and slammed me into the van, closing the doors and plunging me into darkness. I smiled slightly, because I'd done hadn't I? I was like a James Bond in the making, and the ugly men hadn't even searched my pockets. I started squeezing my hands carefully from the ropes.

I could feel the warmth of the metal gun heavy in my pocket.