@ BearGirl
Everything happaned so fast like someone flicked a light switch. Changing a room from dark to light. Pressing the button on a TV. It was so quiet and peaceful and then, it wasn't. It all happaned in slow motion. The cup exploding, the screams that erupted around them. Being dragged to the ground by Luciano and watching as he flipped a table to protect them. He was so calm just a moment ago, relaxing in his seat and now. Now Luciano was holding a gun that Arlow didn't even know he had on him and was pointing it over the table and shooting at whoever was attacking them. He looked so serious, so determined. So scary.
Keeping her head down and staying behind the table, Arlow listened. No talking back, no roll of her eyes. Just obedience. Luciano knew what he was doing, Arlow didn't. She didn't want to die, and hopefully today she won't. Trying to make herself as small as possible, Arlow cowered to the ground, trying to make herself as small as possible. The sound of glass breaking, people screaming and the Wizz of bullets filled the once quiet cafe. The beautiful place was being destroyed by these men. People's lives were being ended or changed because of them, because of her. This was a disaster.
The feel of something warm and wet touching her legs caught Arlow's attention and snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyes traveled down and widened at the sight of the blood that was pooling around her. Drifting towards her from the elderly man who was hit in the side. His head was turned away from her and Arlow couldn't tell if he was alive or dead. The sight caused the breath in her lungs to halt, her world to spin. Things were shifting and turning. Moving this way and that. Arlow could feel her stomach twisting, vile fighting it's way up and out but she held it down.
Then, the world went silent. No sound of men shouting, no one was crying. Not even the sound of bullets whizzing past her head. It was like someone turned off the sound. Slowly, Arlow looked up and blinked her bright blue eyes. Luciano looked like he was still waiting for something. Turning her head, Arlow gazed around slowly, taking in the carnage and destruction. So much damage. Broken windows, glass everywhere. People were slumped over. Food and drink spattered on the ground and people were crowing on the ground. So much damage.
"I-" Arlow opened her mouth to speak, but not a single word escaped from her lips. Her body felt cold for some reason, yet, nothing hurt. Bright blue eyes slowly raised to look towards Luciano once more. What was she supposed to do now? What did she say? Her heartfelt like it was starting to go into a panic mode. She couldn't breathe. Slowly, Arlow lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her mind was moving at a million miles a second, her chest hurt and it was getting hard to breathe. Sharp gasps started to come from Arlow as she felt herself going into shock. Terrified, she was freaking terrified. Home, she wanted to go home.
Everything happaned so fast like someone flicked a light switch. Changing a room from dark to light. Pressing the button on a TV. It was so quiet and peaceful and then, it wasn't. It all happaned in slow motion. The cup exploding, the screams that erupted around them. Being dragged to the ground by Luciano and watching as he flipped a table to protect them. He was so calm just a moment ago, relaxing in his seat and now. Now Luciano was holding a gun that Arlow didn't even know he had on him and was pointing it over the table and shooting at whoever was attacking them. He looked so serious, so determined. So scary.
Keeping her head down and staying behind the table, Arlow listened. No talking back, no roll of her eyes. Just obedience. Luciano knew what he was doing, Arlow didn't. She didn't want to die, and hopefully today she won't. Trying to make herself as small as possible, Arlow cowered to the ground, trying to make herself as small as possible. The sound of glass breaking, people screaming and the Wizz of bullets filled the once quiet cafe. The beautiful place was being destroyed by these men. People's lives were being ended or changed because of them, because of her. This was a disaster.
The feel of something warm and wet touching her legs caught Arlow's attention and snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyes traveled down and widened at the sight of the blood that was pooling around her. Drifting towards her from the elderly man who was hit in the side. His head was turned away from her and Arlow couldn't tell if he was alive or dead. The sight caused the breath in her lungs to halt, her world to spin. Things were shifting and turning. Moving this way and that. Arlow could feel her stomach twisting, vile fighting it's way up and out but she held it down.
Then, the world went silent. No sound of men shouting, no one was crying. Not even the sound of bullets whizzing past her head. It was like someone turned off the sound. Slowly, Arlow looked up and blinked her bright blue eyes. Luciano looked like he was still waiting for something. Turning her head, Arlow gazed around slowly, taking in the carnage and destruction. So much damage. Broken windows, glass everywhere. People were slumped over. Food and drink spattered on the ground and people were crowing on the ground. So much damage.
"I-" Arlow opened her mouth to speak, but not a single word escaped from her lips. Her body felt cold for some reason, yet, nothing hurt. Bright blue eyes slowly raised to look towards Luciano once more. What was she supposed to do now? What did she say? Her heartfelt like it was starting to go into a panic mode. She couldn't breathe. Slowly, Arlow lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her mind was moving at a million miles a second, her chest hurt and it was getting hard to breathe. Sharp gasps started to come from Arlow as she felt herself going into shock. Terrified, she was freaking terrified. Home, she wanted to go home.
May 30th, 2020 at 05:14am