"She should be in a hospital mister!" Said the ambulance driver peering over my shoulder at what I was doing.
I couldn't have agreed more with him.
"I can take her along with the boy!" He said.
I voiced my gratitude and had started to scoop up Anna's limp body into my arms, when I heard a screech of tires sound out further down the street. That would be the police most likely come to drag me away. I glanced over my shoulder just to make sure. It wasn't the police.
A big black SUV was surging directly towards us. The killer must've had a backup team. I turned to the approaching SUV pulling my second pistol free as I did so. Sighting down both pistols in front of me I pointed them like I would my index finger and then I let them begin to talk.
The windshield shattered and the SUV swerved. As it swerved I shot out the inside tired and that combined with the erratic swerve helped flip the SUV over. It tumbled several times and landed on its roof.
I had replaced my clips with fresh ones while I watched the carnage of twisting metal and shattered glass unfold. I brought both pistols back up and began unloading them into the remaining live occupants of the mangled SUV. They would never bother my Anna again. I made sure of it.
I holstered both pistols and turned back to Anna. The hospital was out as an option now. I couldn't risk Anna being there with only a patrol cop to guard her, while I sat in cuffs at the local precinct. Anybody with the money to hire trained killers like these could bump her off easy in a hospital room. She was safer with me.
I could hear sirens now. I felt Anna's pulse. It was stronger and had a steady rhythm to it now. I scooped her up and made my way down an alley and within fifteen minutes I managed to disappear untraceably from the scene. Disappearing was one thing I was extremely good at.
I watched Anna begin to stir on the couch and I could hardly keep my anxiousness for her health at bay. Who would awaken and what would she awaken as?
She could have easily suffered brain injury or perhaps organ damage from such an experience. Would she even know me? Would she be able to take care of Kevin? I found that it didn't really matter if any of those things were true, because I would take care of her and Kevin.
I so desperately wanted those sparkling green eyes to open and recognize me though. It was important. Why was it so important? Because I loved her and I wanted to be remembered by her as the one she loved.