Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Gone Wrong

He clutched the Glock in his hand. He heard the thundering of the machine guns behind him. He felt the vibrations and shock that spread out through the concrete wall that was behind him as bullets impacted it. He had only a magazine left. He wanted to cry. He did not want to die. He pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple. Maybe it was better to get killed by your own bullet. He thought of his mother. His good Catholic mother, it would shatter her heart if she knew he died by killed himself. He lowered the gun. He heard a machine gun’s cock. It was out of ammo. He slowly edged out his hand from the wall cover and let out a few shots. 

It should have been an in and out job. But that bitch had to betray him. Now she was riddled with bullets and it won’t be very long that he will be too. He looked across at her. Her body was lying in her own pool of blood. He could get a glimpse of her face, which was covered with her hair, resting on the marble ground. He felt he wanted to cry. He missed her. He could have even forgiven her. She showed him to accept himself, to take risk. 

Maybe it was time he joined her. He felt the vibrations increase on the wall. It was slowly becoming thinner. He cursed the damn Russians who were shooting at him. This would not work out like the movies he saw; where the hero would jump out from cover or sprint from cover and somehow avoid a hail of machine gun fire. He saw the black bag that was near his feet, the one that Kate tried to run off with, a million pounds in cash. 

“Gosha”, he screamed. The firing did not stop. “Gosha”, he screamed once again. The firing still blared out, no signs of stopping. 

“Gosha! Gosha! Gosha!” 

“Oh, God”, he thought “I hope they hear me. Please God”. 

Then the firing stopped. He was going to pop up behind the wall, his hands raised, in surrender. That’s what he wanted to do. Until he heard a clank and roll of an object towards him. He looked at the ground. A small green ball object, he recognized it from the movies, a grenade. He did not have time to dive out of the way, like the movies, or throw it back like in the games. It just exploded. Shrapnel rip through his body. 

Exploding pain, the ringing in his ears, the blurred vision of blood everywhere. He felt his last few dying breaths as his body collapsed to the ground. “So, this is the end of Felix”, he thought about himself. 

He wanted to smile like the heroes in movies, but all he did was cough up blood.

And then the last of his breath left him.  

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