Taking Lives Away

Richmond sat in between two heavies in the back of the little car, they both had guns resting on their laps ready to blast him away if he tried anything funny. In the front was Pachine, he occasionally looked back at Richmond and laughed.

Pachine nudged the driver,

"Hey, Bill. You know what he did?" Pachine asked in his monotonous voice,

"What'd he do boss?" Bill squealed as he indicated, he was excited to hear what was going to happen to Richmond.

"He thought he could get out of Warrington, with a shit-load of Taylor's money."

"What? What kind of a stupid idea is that?"

"I just needed to get away, that's all." Richmond piped up,

"Just shut up." Pachine snapped.

Bill looked into the rear view mirror and gasped,

"Shit!" He shouted, a lorry was coming up behind them and hadn't seen the traffic lights change colour. Bill swerved the car to the side but the massive truck slammed into the back of the car, shattered glass sprayed from all sides and blood flicked up into the air. Richmond was protected by the two heavies as they were much bigger than him, the car spun over and even more glass and blood flew. Screams from seconds ago were dying out, and the car slid into the curb and lay for a few seconds.

The traffic stopped and everyone looked on in awe, Richmond coughed and felt his head and then the rest of his body. He stared at the heavies by the side of him, they were still and just hanging upside down dripping blood.

Richmond was in shock but quickly thought of trying to escape, he undid his seat and he crawled out of the car. He stood and looked at the wreck that was the car, steam was rising from it. Richmond himself had only got a little gash on his cheek, he was still lucky.

Some people had gotten out of their cars and were coming to the wreckage, they asked different questions but Richmond wasn't listening. He noticed one of the heavies' guns on the ground, he picked it up and put it in his jacket and fled the scene.

Pachine kicked his door open,

"Rarr! Where is that bastard?" He bellowed, blood was flowing from his nose.

He looked around at the people who were telling him to sit down and take it easy.

Pachine didn't have time for this, he pushed his way through the crowd and could see Richmond in the distance running. He took out his gun and started to run after him, he would have to take Richmond down to get respect from Taylor. This was because Taylor would freak out about the car accident.

Richmond staggered in between some trees and looked over at a large building, it was a school. It was getting onto late evening and no teachers or pupils were in, just cleaners.

Suddenly from behind him he heard a gun shot, it was Pachine.

A large chunk of bark flew off a tree.

"Shit!" Richmond blurted exhaustedly, he then ran for the school. Richmond's legs took him through the gates and up the courtyard and in through the main entrance, a secretary tried to stop him.

"Excuse me, but do you..." She tried to say before she was rudely interrupted by bullets flying through the window, Richmond and the secretary both dived for the floor as a rain of glass dropped onto the floor.

The secretary started to cry, Richmond darted down one of the corridors. Pachine jumped through the window he had just shot in,

"Where's that bastard?" Pachine yelled at the secretary, she pointed to the corridor and burst into more tears. Pachine followed.

Richmond found himself in an art department, he looked around and hid behind a large sculpture. Pachine came running in and shouted,

"Richmond?"

A janitor stood up from underneath one of the tables as he was cleaning it and said,

"Pardon? Who are you looking..."

The janitor flew back as bullets riddled his body, blood sprayed onto the desks behind him. Richmond had always been against killing but his mind had changed, he knew that this kind of thing would happen if he mixed with these kind of people.

He kicked the statue over, dust of added on pieces of clay flew into the air and Richmond pulled the gun out from his jacket and started firing.

Pachine dived in the confusion of dust and flashes, Richmond jumped up onto a table and looked around for Pachine.

"Pachine, I don't want to have to do this." Richmond yelled,

"Then don't..."

Pachine jumped up from a couple of tables away, Richmond dived as shots were at him. The bullets ripped through an art display that had an ironic theme of genocide, Richmond rolled along the floor and hid under one of the desks.

Pachine's footsteps were loud, Richmond was sweating quite a lot.

The footsteps came closer, and then Richmond saw Pachine's shoes.

Now was his chance.

Richmond stood up and fired, but Pachine had already started firing.

At close range the top part of Pachine's head was ripped completely off, and Richmond's chest was split into two and blood gushed onto the floor.

They both fell, and bled.