A Bullet for a Million

Run, Run, RUN! That’s what I keep telling myself.  My heart is pounding harder and harder as each foot moves.  I look behind me and see Steve stumbling as he hits a tree root peaking out of the ground.  His face is flushed and covered with sweat as if he had just finished a soccer match and lost. 

“Steve lets move there right behind us!!” I shout.  Steve replies “I’m moving as fast as I can, this damn bag is getting heavy.” 

The bag he is referring to is the bag holding half a million dollars in it.  Tara who is in front of me has the other bag hold the other half a million dollars.  And me what am I holding?  I’m holding a .9mm pistol.  Have I shot it before you ask, well the answer is not until 30 minutes ago.  Talk about feeling power as the barrel releases the bullet flying straight toward a man trying to kill you. 

Why is this man trying to kill me?  Well he is trying to kill me because we just stole one million dollars from his boss.  We are running to the border from Mexico into the United States.  Are fucking car broke down a mile from the border, probably from the hollow point shells stuck in the back wheels. 

“Keep running we’re almost there!! Come on you beer drinking assholes.” Tara says in a screaming voice.  As I run over the foothills I see the border were close.  We are so close I can smell the burgers and fries from my mothers’ cookouts.  I look back again to make sure Steve is keeping up.  He looks at me with a big grin because he knows we are close and it looks as if we made it out of harms way. 

But just at that very instant I see a man hold a rifle just about twenty yards behind Steve at the edge of a tree.  He is lining up a shot towards Steve and me.

“WATCH OUT!!” Steve runs faster and faster and dashes side to side to try and throw off the gunman.  BANG! BANG!  Shots ring out like a fire alarm.  As I hear the shots I see the fear on Steve’s face.  He is scared even thought he is almost at my feet.  Then all of the sudden I see Steve’s right ear being ripped to shreds from the bullet.  He falls in pain and screams to the heavens.  So fast that the next bullet just skims the top of his head just gracing him, but he feels it and screams in terror.  I then look back at Tara who immediately stops in her tracks and whips her head around.

I yell to her “Go! I’ll get Steve you have to make it, just go don’t look back.  JUST KEEP MOVING!”  She runs like a bat out hell.  As I turn back I raise the pistol I was carrying and aim it at the man as he reloads his rifle.  At this point Steve is at my feet crying like a little boy who fell off his bike.  Even though it is hard to concentrate I aim steadily at the man.  My hand is sweaty, my finger is shaking.  I have never killed a man, until today.  So this is a very frighten and very intense situation I have put myself in and then I just pull the trigger.  BANG!  Everything goes black.  The things I would do for a million dollars, it’s as easy as pulling the trigger.