Charlie wasted littled time hammering his fist several times into the side of Doogy’s head, and as the thin man fell back against the wall, a pistol fell from the back of his pants. Doogy hadn’t had a chance.
I rushed to pick up the gun, and held it level to the ground.
Marcus stood dumbfounded, completely disbelieving the scene that played before him.
“Charlie!!” he called to his brother and took a step to halt Charlie.
I raised the gun and fired.
PeeKAAOW
The side of Marcus’ right leg exploded in a flash of blood, and he yelped and went down.
Charlie stopped and spun to see Marcus go down. My face must have been a mask of shock as I stood over Marcus, gun shaking between my two hands.
“Ok.. ok,” Charlie stood up slowly, hands outstretched, “Good now, give me the gun!”
“She’s crazy, Charlie. That’s what I was telling you!”
“SHUT UP, MARCUS ! before I shoot you myself!” Charlie screamed, “You push, Marcus, you push until the people around you snap, well,” he smiled, “Now it’s time you witness what i can do!”