Everyone screamed with fear and went down to the floor.
I copied and Dylan wrapped his arm around me protectively.
Another gun shot went off and the airport was filled with whimpers.
"Now can liberty stand up please" my heart raced. I recognised that voice
" I said can liberty said up please"
Mike. I gulped and tried to stand but Dylan pushed me to the ground and was practically on top of me.
"Fine" he said
That's when I heard a loud cry and a woman started screaming
"Stand up or I'll blow her brains out"
I whimper at the sound of a girl not much older then me. mike was holding her aggressively with a gun in his hands , he was shaking.
"Dylan please get off me" I said quietly.
"Lib I-I "
"Please" I sobbed
"Ok but if any thing goes wrong I want you to run to the cemetery were your parents are buried"
I nodded and he got off me slowly.
I'm going to count to three... 1 , 2 .."
"Ok!" I yelled I fright
He smirked at me
"No let the girl go" I growled
he glared at me , he started banging the gun against the temple of his forehead. "theres these voices in my head that just wont stop" he spat
"mike just out the gun down and let the girl go we can talk" i said
"i cant do that" he cried
he then pulled the trigger and i jumped back in horror , there was a ringing noise in ear as i dropped to the floor.
"Noo!" tears were pouring down her cheek
"You monster!" yelled
There was now a large pool of blood of were the girl lays and the mother holding her still crying.
Mike just shrugged like he didn't just kill an innocent girl.
"Now down to what I came here for" he then aimed the gun at me.
"Any last words"
"Fuck you" I spat
Just as the bullet was about to hit me it never came , but then I saw Dylan laying on the floor with a bullet in his stomach.
"Dylan" I cried
"R-run" he stuttered
I heard an angry scream of the child mother as she charge for mike , he landed on the floor still the gun in his hand but the lady on top of him.
I looked at Dylan again as he nodded to me and then I ran.
But only he another gun shot and another and this time it was a me.
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RomanceUNDER EXTREME EDTING NO HARSH COMMENTS ABOUT GRAMMER , SPELLING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED 'The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal'