Revels Ending
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“Christ, I can’t believe I did that,” she whispered to herself as she sat down. “Get a hold on yourself. You’re not fifteen anymore.”
She took a long sip of her soda, hoping the cold liquid would drive the heat from her cheeks. Still, she couldn’t help thinking about the cute, half-quizzical, half-admiring smile the cop had shown her, and she peeked to the side to watch him pump ketchup into a little white corrugated cup.
Straw still in her mouth, she tried to push away the particularly graphic thoughts all the pumping and squirting created in her head.
I guess it really has been too long. She followed her rueful thought with a quick duck of her head as the object of her fantasy glanced in her direction.
“Shut up or I start shooting!”
The shouted words made Leah looked up again, just as people started screaming.
A man at the counter had a gun aimed at one of the cashiers, who was crying and holding her trembling hands in the air.
“Hurry up!” The gunman’s order acted like a signal for everyone to move. People fell to the ground or ran for the doors, and one of the other cashiers, a man in his thirties, darted back into the kitchen.
The would-be thief grabbed a nearby woman and pulled her tight against his cracked and aging black motorcycle jacket, his crazed eyes darting back and forth. His hostage tried to struggle, but he clamped a hand over her mouth and put the large, evil-looking handgun to her head.
“Gimme the goddamn money now, or you’re gonna have brains all over your counter!” he told the two remaining cashiers in a voice as frenzied as his movements. The two teenage girls clung to each other, eyes shut, crying uncontrollably.
Leah dropped her cheeseburger, the sudden, spastic opening of her fingers the only movement she seemed capable of making. He’s going to shoot that woman. She knew it as surely as she knew he was high on drugs, or that the two girls would never get past their fear and give him the money. Ohmigod, he’s gonna…
A quick movement interrupted her thought as the police officer threw his tray of food in the direction of the gunman. The tray clattered on the floor and soda sprayed everywhere, distracting the man from his prisoner.
“Police! Drop the gun!” the cop shouted, his face no longer smiling, his dark eyes cold and dangerous as he squinted down the barrel of his service pistol at the heavily-bearded robber.
“I’ll kill her, man.”
“If you do, you’ll die right after her,” the young officer said. Sweat stains bloomed in the armpits of his previously immaculate uniform, but neither his gun nor his voice wavered.
“Not if I kill you first.” Pushing the woman to the side, the man turned the gun and fired two shots. The twin reports broke the spell that held the remaining patrons captive, and once more the air filled with screams as the remaining customers rushed for the exits.
The officer let out a cry of pain and fell backwards into the condiment counter. A wet, red smear followed him as he slowly slid down the white plastic to the floor.
“No!” Leah jumped up and ran to the officer, insanely hoping it was just ketchup dripping onto the floor, too familiar with violent wounds to be fooled into thinking it was anything but blood.
“Get away from him!” the shooter said to her, but she ignored him, already placing her hands on either side of the crimson flower blooming in the center of the man’s shirt. Amazingly, the officer - Officer Carrera, she read on his tag as she ripped open his shirt - opened his eyes and looked at her.
“Get out of here,” he tried to say, but the words disappeared in a wet hiss, informing Leah that one of his lungs had collapsed. From the amount of blood pooling around the body, it seemed likely at least one major blood vessel, probably the vena cava, was ruptured as well.
“You’re gonna be okay,” she told him, pressing her hands against the wound. “Lie still.” The familiar warmth surged through her, followed by a sharp pain as if she’d touched a live wire. Even though she was prepared for the shock, it still made her twitch. Under her hands, the officer’s body bucked as if jolted by a defibrillator. Leah started to tell him again that he’d be all right, but just then a rough hand grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her away, nearly choking her in the process.
“Are you deaf, bitch? I told you to stay away.” She looked up and saw the gunman aiming his pistol at her. “Now you can die alongside your boyfriend.”
Without thinking, Leah grabbed the man’s leg, sliding her hand up under his pants to touch his skin. Another spark, but this one brought relief, a coolness, as if a poison had been sucked out of her body.
His eyes wide and surprised, the man opened his mouth to yell but it turned into a choking gasp that cut off as his mouth filled with blood. He stumbled away and his finger twitched on the trigger as he collapsed, sending a bullet whining past Leah’s head to chip the tile floor before ricocheting away.
He landed hard, his eyes already blank and lifeless, a red stain spreading on the front of his shirt.
Oh, Leah, you’ve really done it this time. The thought forced her into action.
“Hurry, move him over to the counter,” she ordered Officer Carrera, as she grabbed one of the gunman’s arms and pulled him towards the small island holding the ketchup and napkins.
Carrera rose unsteadily to his feet, then put out a hand to stop her. “What the hell happened?”
“We have to make it look like he got shot over here. Now help me!”
Carrera stood there for a moment, fingering the hole in his uniform. Then he grabbed the man’s other arm and helped her slide the body over until it was roughly in the center of the blood and ketchup already staining the floor.
“Lady, will you tell me what’s going on? I was shot, and now I’m fine and we’ve got a dead gunman.”
Sirens sounded outside, reminding Leah they didn’t have time to talk.
“I’ll explain everything later,” she promised him. “Please, just trust me.” She sat down on the floor a few feet away, preparing herself to play the part of the terrified witness.
I won’t have to pretend too hard, but what am I more scared of? Almost being shot or having my secret exposed?
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Revels Ending
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