The Getaway Mile
Chapter 19: The End
Gerard's POV
I hugged Frank tightly, so happy to have found him. I heard Ray and Mikey run towards us and I broke away and looked at Frank. I couldn't even get out the words to ask him why he had just left without saying anything. I jumped when I suddenly heard a mechanical, "You're under arrest", behind me. Damn, the Scarecrows had found us again. I slowly turned and looked into the face of a Scarecrow, okay, face was a bit too much of a compliment, it was just a piece of material with a creepy smiley face printed on it. It forced me turn back around were it handcuffed me and held my arms so tightly I could barely shift them. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Frank lift his ray gun up and shoot at the Scarecrow closest to him, before it had hit the ground he turned and shot the one handcuffing me. Mikey drew his gun and got one of them in the head, then he and Frank shot the last one at the same time and it fell to the ground.
"We've got to get going." Ray said suddenly. I turned to see some activity going on down the road, they must have heard the commotion. I felt someone pull on arm and I turned to see Ray's fro as it bounced while he ran. We pelted down the road, Frank was slowing down already and pain was evident on his face, he had one hand on his rib cage and I guessed what must have happened. I slowed slightly and grabbed his wrist, tugging him along.
"You keep going." he gasped.
"We came all this way just to find you, we're not going to let you go so easily." I replied. He didn't reply and I knew that I had won.
There was no cover on this damned street and as I risked a glance over shoulder I could see them starting up their trucks. Shit. I tugged harder on Frankie's arm and he stumbled slightly, but was now next me. That's when the shots started. I saw Mikey in front of me now, he drew his ray gun and turned, firing off a couple of shots in the direction of the trucks. He fell behind and Ray and slowed to stay with him.
"Mikey leave it." Ray yelled.
Everything seemed to slow down as I watched Ray reach for Mikey's arm. A jolt went through Mikey's body and he fell to the ground. I heard a scream, my scream, and I could hear Ray yelling. He went to pick up Mikey's body, but Frank got out of my grasp and was pulling Ray away from Mikey, both their faces were distraught. Somehow Frank managed to get Ray moving and I grabbed his other arm, both Frank and I pulling him along. I wasn't really aware much of what had just happened or what was happening and I kept looking around me for Mikey. It wasn't until we finally stopped sometime later in a thick area of scrub and trees, that it all hit me like a wave.
Mikey was dead.
My own brother was dead.
Shot down by a Scarecrow.
I could feel my eyes start to fill up, but I took a breath and tried to stay calm, we stillhad to get out of here. I turned around, Frank was sitting on the ground looking at his feet, his ray gun lying on the ground and he had arm around Ray's shoulder. Ray's head was on his knees and he was curled up into a ball. I could feel their sadness filling the air and I felt my legs go out beneath me and the ground came up to meet me, my hands barely breaking my fall. I just sat there in a awkward position as I tried to keep the tears back and tried to process it.
Mikey was gone.
Mikey.
I could hear his name echo through my head, and my brain conjured up every image I had of his face. Mikey smiling. Mikey frowning. Mikey's poker face. Mikey when he was little. Mikey confused. Mikey happy. Mikey angry. Mikey excited. Mikey saying my name. Ray saying my name. What?
I looked up and saw both Ray and Frank looking at me. "We have to get moving." Ray said. His eyes looked wet and I could tell that now he was just trying to put it aside for a bit, that he was trying to focus on getting us out of here. If we didn't get out then Mikey would have died for nothing. Ray stood up and I stood too, Ray turned and helped Frank up and then we were walking. I don't really think any of us knew where we were going, but by the way the sun was setting, I would say that we were headed in about the right direction.
I hugged Frank tightly, so happy to have found him. I heard Ray and Mikey run towards us and I broke away and looked at Frank. I couldn't even get out the words to ask him why he had just left without saying anything. I jumped when I suddenly heard a mechanical, "You're under arrest", behind me. Damn, the Scarecrows had found us again. I slowly turned and looked into the face of a Scarecrow, okay, face was a bit too much of a compliment, it was just a piece of material with a creepy smiley face printed on it. It forced me turn back around were it handcuffed me and held my arms so tightly I could barely shift them. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Frank lift his ray gun up and shoot at the Scarecrow closest to him, before it had hit the ground he turned and shot the one handcuffing me. Mikey drew his gun and got one of them in the head, then he and Frank shot the last one at the same time and it fell to the ground.
"We've got to get going." Ray said suddenly. I turned to see some activity going on down the road, they must have heard the commotion. I felt someone pull on arm and I turned to see Ray's fro as it bounced while he ran. We pelted down the road, Frank was slowing down already and pain was evident on his face, he had one hand on his rib cage and I guessed what must have happened. I slowed slightly and grabbed his wrist, tugging him along.
"You keep going." he gasped.
"We came all this way just to find you, we're not going to let you go so easily." I replied. He didn't reply and I knew that I had won.
There was no cover on this damned street and as I risked a glance over shoulder I could see them starting up their trucks. Shit. I tugged harder on Frankie's arm and he stumbled slightly, but was now next me. That's when the shots started. I saw Mikey in front of me now, he drew his ray gun and turned, firing off a couple of shots in the direction of the trucks. He fell behind and Ray and slowed to stay with him.
"Mikey leave it." Ray yelled.
Everything seemed to slow down as I watched Ray reach for Mikey's arm. A jolt went through Mikey's body and he fell to the ground. I heard a scream, my scream, and I could hear Ray yelling. He went to pick up Mikey's body, but Frank got out of my grasp and was pulling Ray away from Mikey, both their faces were distraught. Somehow Frank managed to get Ray moving and I grabbed his other arm, both Frank and I pulling him along. I wasn't really aware much of what had just happened or what was happening and I kept looking around me for Mikey. It wasn't until we finally stopped sometime later in a thick area of scrub and trees, that it all hit me like a wave.
Mikey was dead.
My own brother was dead.
Shot down by a Scarecrow.
I could feel my eyes start to fill up, but I took a breath and tried to stay calm, we stillhad to get out of here. I turned around, Frank was sitting on the ground looking at his feet, his ray gun lying on the ground and he had arm around Ray's shoulder. Ray's head was on his knees and he was curled up into a ball. I could feel their sadness filling the air and I felt my legs go out beneath me and the ground came up to meet me, my hands barely breaking my fall. I just sat there in a awkward position as I tried to keep the tears back and tried to process it.
Mikey was gone.
Mikey.
I could hear his name echo through my head, and my brain conjured up every image I had of his face. Mikey smiling. Mikey frowning. Mikey's poker face. Mikey when he was little. Mikey confused. Mikey happy. Mikey angry. Mikey excited. Mikey saying my name. Ray saying my name. What?
I looked up and saw both Ray and Frank looking at me. "We have to get moving." Ray said. His eyes looked wet and I could tell that now he was just trying to put it aside for a bit, that he was trying to focus on getting us out of here. If we didn't get out then Mikey would have died for nothing. Ray stood up and I stood too, Ray turned and helped Frank up and then we were walking. I don't really think any of us knew where we were going, but by the way the sun was setting, I would say that we were headed in about the right direction.
Notes
TT_TT ^ What happens when I don't pay attention to what I'm writing and just type ^So please don't murder me, (because then you won't get to read the ending) I really want to finish this story. So yea...
- Agent Hydrogen <4
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11/12/13