I slammed the car door shut and buckled up. Bullet was panting, anxiously waiting for me to start the car. I really didn’t want to bring him, but he kept on whining and managed to escape with me anyways. I started the car and pulled out onto the street. I kept muttering the highway over and over in my mind, so I was sure I wouldn’t forget it. I didn’t have time for something like that. I kept feeling my pocket every ten seconds, checking that it was still there. Another thing I absolutely had no time for.
The traffic began about ten minutes after I left home. I jerked to a stop, a red minivan quickly pulling up behind me. “Sh-” Bullet started barking again, seeing a dog in the car in front of us. I groaned and slammed my hand on the wheel semi-reluctantly. BEEP!
“Hey!” A raspy voice yelled. I lifted my hand and looked for the source of the yell. Turns out the guy in the car next to me rolled down his window, and him and his wife were staring at me. “We’re all trying to go places kid! Keep it down!”
I bit my lip and furrowed my brows at him. I rolled down the passenger window slightly, and Bullet immediately tried to jump out. “First of all!” I yelled. “I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-four. And secondly-” I looked at his car. Frozen dead in place. I looked at the cars in front of me. Frozen. I turned around to see the cars behind me. Frozen.
“And what? You’re late for your date with your boyfriend?” The guy mocked me.
“Let it go, Todd,” The wife objected, lightly slapping his shoulder.
“I’ve got better things to do,” I answered. I rolled up the window and unbuckled. I hastily grabbed Bullet and flung open the car door. I hopped out and slammed the door behind me.
“Ay! Where are you going kid? You’re in the middle of the highway!” The man screamed.
“I’m twenty-four!” I yelled back, leaving him and everyone else in the dust. After running for a few minutes, the accident scene was in my sight. It looked a lot worse up close in person. The entire front of Rob’s car was crumpled inward, and the windshield was shattered, only half of it left hanging onto the car. Not to mention the whole thing was tipped on its side. The blue truck was nowhere near as bad, but it was pretty bruised up.
Bullet started raging and barking as we got up to one of the police cars. The police were talking worriedly with one another, and one of them was talking to a tall woman with a bandage on her arm, hands running through her brown hair with highlights. Before I even realized it, a police officer was standing up in my face, and Bullet nearly jumped out of my arms. “M’am, we need you to leave now, please, and stay away from the accident scene,”
“Uh, but, sir. I-uh…I’m the victim’s sister,” I fibbed, not sure if just saying I was a former co-worker would work. I blinked my eyes slowly, trying to add some fake tears into my worried expression.
“Fine,” he eventually replied. “But just keep your distance.” He motioned for me to follow him, and I did.
“Uh, may I ask something?” I asked.
“Yes?” He turned around to face me.
“Wh-why isn’t there an ambulance here yet? Are they both alright?” That was probably the dumbest question I asked that week. The police officer glanced over at the white car. I turned my head to look, and saw a woman in a police uniform repeatedly pressing down on something. Someone. I began to walk towards them.
“M’am,” He ran in front of me and put his hand out to stop me. I looked over his shoulder at the woman. “I need you stay away-”
“Rob,” I muttered. It was Rob alright, his usually slicked back, bright ginger hair drooping over his forehead.
“What did you say?” The police officer asked, looking dead into my eyes.
“Rob, that’s his name. Rob Maerring.” The police officer took out a pen and notepad, and started scribbling this down. “But, um, why isn’t there an ambulance?”
“The original one broke down on the way here, so one from a further away hospital is just now on its way,”
“Terrific,” I muttered shakily. I knew they wouldn’t be here in time. And I had to do something. “Wait, I think I might know how to save him,”
“Are you a doctor?” He asked.
“No, but I’ll need your help.” I handed the officer Bullet and motioned for him to follow me as I walked closer to Rob. Of course, he flipped and tried to grab my arm, but it was a bit challenging for him with my dog in his arms.
Being an idiot, I pretended to trip and drop something once I was close enough to the woman and Rob. “Oh, gosh, I’m dumb.” I turned around to face him and started to bend over. I quickly jerked back up and started rubbing my back. “I’m so sorry, I’ve been having back issues lately. Could you get that for me?” I asked. Being a good Samaritan, he bent to the ground, with Bullet, and went to grab the thing I supposedly dropped.
“Wait, what did you drop-” In that quick second, I unbuttoned his gun pouch and pulled out his pistol. “Hey!” He set down my dog and quickly stood up. He whipped out his taser and went to shock me, but I put my hands in the air.
“Wait! Trust me! I’m not going to hurt anyone!” He moved the taser a couple of inches from my chest. Bullet starting barking insanely, but I kept shushing him and making sure he didn’t hurt or bite the officer by nudging Bullet with my foot. “I can save Rob with this!” I said, squinting my eyes shut.
“How?” He asked sharply. I could heard thudding footsteps and cocking of guns come up behind me.
I hesitated to ask. “Ha-have you heard of an Enigma Bullet?” I stuttered. He started to lower his taser.
“Yes,” He eventually answered. “Do you have one?” I dropped my free hand and slipped it into my jean pocket. I pulled out the bullet and showed it to him. “Aren’t they just myths?” He quickly asked, lifting the taser again.
“I-I don’t know. But I’m willing to take the risk.” We were silent. I could feel the tense energy of the officers behind me.
“Kill him, you go to jail. Save him, free of charges. Go.” I nodded shakily. I hurried away from the officers and walked towards the woman, still performing CPR on Rob. I unloaded the gun and placed the bullets in my pocket. Thank goodness my uncle was a police officer, or I’d be clueless on how to work this gun. I placed the Enigma Bullet in, not even worried about never seeing it again.
The lady kept glancing at me worriedly, and when I nodded at her, she reluctantly backed away. I looked down at Rob and frowned. He was bruised and cut pretty much everywhere, a huge gash right on his forehead, his tie hanging on by nearly a thread, and his white shirt blood stained, reeking of car fumes and smoke.
“Rob?” I said softly. My hands were trembling, the gun in my hand almost hitting the ground. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Rob. I…I wish,” Raising my voice with every word. I opened my eyes and looked at my half dead enemy, relying on just a scared girl to save him. I squinted my eyes shut again, not ready for the dreadful fate we might face. But I raised the gun and pointed it at his heart anyway. “I wish that you would live a long, healthy, and prosperous life!” And with those final trembling words…
I pulled the trigger.