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leg for good measure! This all came to Kirk in the time it takes to blink for as soon as he realized it he dove to the ground like a baseball player sliding into first and between the glass that lay strewn on the pavement and radiator fluid made the street like an ice skating rink. Kirk skidded on his belly and saw Gus turnover and with a smirk on his face, he fired two shots in rapid succession.
Both shots hit Gus square in the forehead blowing out the back of his skull like a ripe watermelon. Gus slumped over in a lifeless heap.
Kirk lay in the middle of the street for a second, he was not aware of any other noise besides the thumping in his ears. He grunted as he pulled himself to his feet, brushing the dirt from his arms and glass shards. He made his way around to the back of the car. Gus was dead. His head lay in a pool of blood that grew as it drained from his body.
"Ah!" Kirk yelled in frustration and pounded his fist down on the car, his eyebrows lowered in anger, more at himself then anything else. You had to kill the guy didn't you? He pushed your buttons and you just had to make him pay! He needed information, and now his only lead was dead! He could now hear the sound of emergency vehicles off in the distance. Trouble, he thought. "No fighting it now. Oh, well." He liked to tick people off, and it was even more fun when they thought they were smarter than him. However, he knew the truth. He was going to break this case. Now he had to!
Chapter Five
MARK TRIED TO OPEN HIS EYES. THEY FELT LIKE
they weighed ten pounds each. He cracked one eye open and was met with a blinding light that gave him an instant headache. The light in the hospital room beamed right into his eyes and adjusting was a slow process.
After a few minutes, Mark managed to work both eyes open and found that he was lying in a medium-sized room with a TV mounted on the wall at the foot of his bed. He could hear a shrill beeping coming from the heart monitor that sat on a metal counter next to his bed. The sound of nurses hurrying up and down the halls made a rustling as they walked from appointment to appointment. Mark wanted to sit up, but the harsh pain that shot through his side said otherwise. He hurt just about everywhere he had a nerve ending and they all cried out for attention. The glass had perforated his back and neck, and he could feel the wounds break their scabs open every time he moved.
" Why? Why was this happening?" A single tear ran down his cheek. His perfect life was ripped from him in a single moment, but his mind didn't want to believe it. "K and Sam are gone. Dead, and for what? This can't be. They had to have made it. Maybe by God's grace they made it. Is it possible?"
"Nurse! Nurse! Please help. I need help!" Frantically, he called out from his room and searched for the call button but could not find it through his blinding tears. A nearby nurse heard Mark calling and came into his room.
"Is everything all right, Mr. Appleton?" The plump nurse looked at his chart for a second and then began to check his vitals.
"Please," He cracked, his mouth was so dry, and it felt like he had been sucking on cotton. "Do you know where my wife and daughter are? They were in the explosion. Have you seen them? My wife's name is K Appleton, and Samantha is my daughter. Please..." His eyes filled with fresh tears, and he held tightly to the nurse's hand.
"Mr. Appleton, I am so sorry..." She hesitated. "They didn't make it. Everyone in the supermarket died, and we only found four survivors including you. I am so sorry,"
Mark's heart sank, and as the truth hit him, he began to weep harder. He needed to think. So many questions ran through his mind. "Was it a bomb? Was it a terrorist attack?
Was it an accident ?"
He had to pull himself together. The nurse asked him if he wanted anything. "Would you like some water?" He declined
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and said he just needed to be alone for a while. Even though he felt like he could drink
Both shots hit Gus square in the forehead blowing out the back of his skull like a ripe watermelon. Gus slumped over in a lifeless heap.
Kirk lay in the middle of the street for a second, he was not aware of any other noise besides the thumping in his ears. He grunted as he pulled himself to his feet, brushing the dirt from his arms and glass shards. He made his way around to the back of the car. Gus was dead. His head lay in a pool of blood that grew as it drained from his body.
"Ah!" Kirk yelled in frustration and pounded his fist down on the car, his eyebrows lowered in anger, more at himself then anything else. You had to kill the guy didn't you? He pushed your buttons and you just had to make him pay! He needed information, and now his only lead was dead! He could now hear the sound of emergency vehicles off in the distance. Trouble, he thought. "No fighting it now. Oh, well." He liked to tick people off, and it was even more fun when they thought they were smarter than him. However, he knew the truth. He was going to break this case. Now he had to!
Chapter Five
MARK TRIED TO OPEN HIS EYES. THEY FELT LIKE
they weighed ten pounds each. He cracked one eye open and was met with a blinding light that gave him an instant headache. The light in the hospital room beamed right into his eyes and adjusting was a slow process.
After a few minutes, Mark managed to work both eyes open and found that he was lying in a medium-sized room with a TV mounted on the wall at the foot of his bed. He could hear a shrill beeping coming from the heart monitor that sat on a metal counter next to his bed. The sound of nurses hurrying up and down the halls made a rustling as they walked from appointment to appointment. Mark wanted to sit up, but the harsh pain that shot through his side said otherwise. He hurt just about everywhere he had a nerve ending and they all cried out for attention. The glass had perforated his back and neck, and he could feel the wounds break their scabs open every time he moved.
" Why? Why was this happening?" A single tear ran down his cheek. His perfect life was ripped from him in a single moment, but his mind didn't want to believe it. "K and Sam are gone. Dead, and for what? This can't be. They had to have made it. Maybe by God's grace they made it. Is it possible?"
"Nurse! Nurse! Please help. I need help!" Frantically, he called out from his room and searched for the call button but could not find it through his blinding tears. A nearby nurse heard Mark calling and came into his room.
"Is everything all right, Mr. Appleton?" The plump nurse looked at his chart for a second and then began to check his vitals.
"Please," He cracked, his mouth was so dry, and it felt like he had been sucking on cotton. "Do you know where my wife and daughter are? They were in the explosion. Have you seen them? My wife's name is K Appleton, and Samantha is my daughter. Please..." His eyes filled with fresh tears, and he held tightly to the nurse's hand.
"Mr. Appleton, I am so sorry..." She hesitated. "They didn't make it. Everyone in the supermarket died, and we only found four survivors including you. I am so sorry,"
Mark's heart sank, and as the truth hit him, he began to weep harder. He needed to think. So many questions ran through his mind. "Was it a bomb? Was it a terrorist attack?
Was it an accident ?"
He had to pull himself together. The nurse asked him if he wanted anything. "Would you like some water?" He declined
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and said he just needed to be alone for a while. Even though he felt like he could drink
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