I sat shaking, my life hanging on a thread as I observed the obvious shock on the faces of those in power. Those with weapons. Eyes quickly shifted back and forth from person to person and before I could blink, everyone was bailing for the front entrance. Me and DW were the only ones left behind, and DW was busy dialing his cell phone.
“Hurry your ass up! Now!” he shouted into the receiver. He slammed the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. Leaping over the counter, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and hoisted me up with an unexpected burst of strength. We ran out of the room and out to the front entrance. There I saw a scene of great violence, guns trading bullets back and forth. Zeke was nowhere to be seen, but Retribution and White stood their ground strong, unmoving and blasting away at a police firing squad of several men. They felled a few before the sound of screeching tires interrupted the battle. I could hear the sound growing closer and closer, and then a familiar black car slid neatly in place right behind the police cars. DW yanked at me again and we bolted past the distracted gunmen and cops. We both leaped over the trunk and hood of two connected cop cars before leaping into open back window of JP’s Jaguar. “GO! GO! GO!”
“Fasten your seat belts, mates...” with that said, JP stomped on the floorboard and we zoomed off away from the battleground. I ducked my head down for a few moments before gaining to courage to look behind us. The bullets continued, this time, however, several of the police officers fell to their death with a few final cries of life. White and Retribution quickly exited the restaurant and knocked down the remaining cops with their bare hands. After this they hijacked a police cruiser and sped off in our direction.
“Fuck.... JP, man. You’re gonna have to lose those guys...” I stammered in my speech as we hauled ass at ungodly speed. JP smirked at my comment, and suddenly wove between oncoming cars. I gritted my teeth and mentally prayed while DW shuffled around the floor, lifting up a panel and withdrawing an odd AK-47 from a compartment.
“This outta make ‘em think twice.” DW said while rolling down his window and poking his upper-torso out. “Keep it smooth, J!” he screamed to front. With that, he began firing off, loud sputtering accompanying several brass shells popping out of the side of the gun and into my lap. I hollered from the heat and leaped back a little, then watched as Retribution, at the wheel of the cop car, dodged the bullets but swerving from side to side between cars. I looked a bit closer and thought I saw something odd on the car, watching as White stuck his arm out of the passenger window, I coulda swore I saw a flash of red. A stray round flying past my head caused me to divert my eyes and duck down again. Then, a loud thud on the hood of the car shocked me. DW didn’t seem to notice as he continued fire away. Looking back up, I noticed that White and Retribution seemed a bit distracted by something above our car. I tried to follow their eyes up, but a shining blade plunging through the roof of the car startled me... just a little bit.
“Shit! Eh! Boy-o! Take care of that!” JP yelled back at me, his eyes steady on the road.
“With what, asshole?! My hands?!” I retorted.
“Damn it! Here!” he tossed a black stick back towards me, and I caught it. I looked down to recognize it as my odachi. “I grabbed it up from the house when I heard the sirens. Use it!”
I unsheathed the blade and looked at my reflection in the steel. Finally... I thought to myself excitedly, It’s go time! I took my blade from it’s sheath and tossed it to the floor. Taking the blade up, I postured it around in the cramped car’s space and thrust it through the ceiling, and hopefully into what could have only been Zeke’s stomach.
“Fucking A! Stop stabbin’ me ride!” JP screamed furiously.
“Oh, sorry...” I yanked the blade down, no blood in sight. It would seem I would have to follow her up there... lucky me. Crawling towards the window, I peaked my upper body out of the window, but quickly had to toss my blade up in order to block a furious blow from Zeke’s cutlass. I smirked at her shocked expression. “Look it what I got!” With a deep grunt, I pushed up with all my might and forced her back a few inches, far enough for me to maneuver my body around the window and on top of the car. We both crouched low, trying to stay stable on the Jag.
“What a way to go... you’ll have an interesting story to tell in hell!” Zeke laughed and thrust her Cutlass forward, attempting to stab me in the chest. I rolled over to the side and countered with my own slash, which was blocked. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for White and Retribution to realize we were there. White repositioned his aim towards us and Retri gained some ground, coming up behind the straightened Jaguar. He bumped the back end, causing me and Zeke to shake uneasily. I thought I could hear JP scream the f-word in the car. DW was hangin out the window still, hurriedly reloading his AK. White ignored him and continued firing his weapon at me and Zeke. We attempted our best to deflect the stray lead. I scooted back a few inches and looked behind me, towards where we were heading. I could see a deep tunnel and I soon knew where we were. A bridge would come after the tunnel...
Looking back towards my target, I growled and gathered what manhood I had left. With a deep gulp, I pumped my thigh muscles and leaped from the roof of the Jaguar and onto the hood of the swerving cruiser. Zeke cursed something out of what must of been amazement and seemed to steady herself. I was busy trying to avoid getting shot by Retribution, who now had his APS ready to kill me. I took my sword back and went to thrust it into Retri’s chest through the windshield. Meanwhile, White reloaded and Zeke leaped onto the hood along with me. Then darkness. The tunnel’s lights obscured our vision with flashes of action. Muzzle fire, breaking glass, and blood flooded my eyes for what seemed like a terrifying eternity.
Then the sunlight blinded us. Before anyone could make a move, I began stabbing frantically into the windshield, Zeke began swinging her cutlass like a machete, slamming it across the glass as well, shattering it into a massive mess. DW and JP had disappeared into traffic and the whole police cruiser looked like a screen shot from hell. Sirens could be heard catching up to us, the cops were on our tails now. I glanced to see several cruiser cars and black police issue Berrettas aiming at us. It was a hail storm of lead and steel, muzzle fire from the APSs and the cops. A loud bang alerted everyone on the cop car and a sudden shift of weight startled us. The back tires had been blown... I looked over to the side and saw the long drop from the bridge into the marina around Otaku City. Retribution lost control of the car and we all swerved viciously to the side and slammed through the bridge barrier with a disgusting, metallic screech.
No one said a thing. No screams, no cries for help or God. The gun shots had stopped and the attacks were done. Just silence as four killers plunged from chaos into the deep blue sea....
What a day...
