Finally! Chapter 8 is upon us!!!

Chapter 8: Now What?

'He only has one bullet.' Peter thinks. 'I'll take it, you run.''You've gotta be kidding me. I'll take it!' I think back.
'Come on! I'm as good as dead anyway!'
'I'm not letting you die! Just follow my lead.'
'Ughhh.. Stop being so difficult.'
I lunge from the ground and grab Joseph's leg as he points the gun between me and Peter. He loses his footing for a second and I grab the pocket knife from where he clipped it at his waist. As I take it and flip it open, the knife leaves a gash in his side, spraying my face with his blood. I spit the vile red liquid from my mouth and shout for Peter to run while Joseph is busy with his wound.
It's slow going at first, but Peter eventually gets up enough speed to at least be jogging. I release Joseph's leg, taking the knife with me, and follow Peter.
"Get back here!" Joseph shouts to us, running afer us and holding his side.
"Hurry up!" I tell Peter.
"Okay." Peter gasps for air and tries to pick up the pace.
We run through a few hallways, taking random turns here and there.
"Where're the guards?" I ask over Peter's panting.
"Not--sure," he answers.
Joseph follows us through every corridor with little effort, even though he has to have lost a lot of blood by now. In fact, his shirt is soaked.
We keep running, just barely evading Joseph's shots from his gun. We finally have to stop when we reach a dead end.
"End of the line?" Peter gasps.
"Ye-- wait, look!" I say and point to a rusty old ladder over on the side of the wall that leads up to a door in the tall ceiling. "C'mon!"
We climb and exit through the door. We end up on the roof, somehow. I guess we were on a pretty high floor of a very high building. "I guess jumping's not an option..." Peter says.
"Well, it's that or get shot..."
"Getting shot is quicker."
"We're not gonna die!!!" I shout, not too sure of myself. "I'll think of something!"
Just then, Joseph bursts through the door and reloads his gun. "I've had it with you two. Let's just get this over with, all right?"
I start breathing heavily in anxiety. What am I supposed to do with a knife in this situation? Being on the edge of a roof with someone fifteen feet away from you and pointing a gun at you puts you at a sort of disadvantage.
But I try, anyway. I run as fast as I can with the knife clutched in my hand. It takes only a split-second for my mind to register the sound of the gun. But I don't feel anything, though. I quickly turn around and see Peter falling down.
"Peter!" I shout. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, please, God. I start to run back toward Peter, but the gun goes off again. And this time, I do feel it. Right through my stomach.
I fall down near Peter, gasping for air, both of us, for that matter. I feel like all the shots I've received in my life finally caught up with me. Along with blood spewing from my mouth.
"Finally!" Joseph says, standing above me. "Took long enough."
I start to swear, but more blood cuts off my words. Instead, I grab my knife from the ground and reach up as far as I can and end up stabbing Joseph right in his stomach. This brings him to the ground, and I lean over him. All of my rage that I've been holding for this moment surges through my arm and brings the knife down in Joseph's chest. I don't stop until he stops breathing. And then keep going.
I fall back down beside Peter. Please let him be alive. Please, please, please.
'I am.' he thinks to me. No doubt it's too painful to talk. It's the same for me.
'Where'd you get hit?' I ask. My mind is almost to foggy to even talk. Well, think.
'Spine. Hurts bad. Can't feel my legs.' he answers. 'You?' We're probably both beyond saving, but I don't let him hear that. I try to change the subject. 'Blood tastes awfull.' I try to give a reassuring smile, but the blood on my mouth just makes me look creepy.
'Stomach.'
'Yeah. ...You kill him?'
'Yeah. You probably couldn't even tell who it is anymore.'
'So, now it's over?'I do care. I finally found out that Peter's alive, then he gets taken away. At least this time I'm going with him.
Peter smiles at me. 'It'll be okay.' His eyes close, but his smile remains.
I take one deep breath before I let the world fade.

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Well, I apologize for killing everyone, but I didn't really know what else to do. I hope you liked my story though.

-Demy
'Maybe. I don't care either way.'
'Me either.' he groans.