Repeat - A father's Child

Snap!! His face is down staring straight at the floor. And just instantly, he jerks backward in a blurrydaze. His head is spinning and aching like he's in a rollercoaster while getting his head smashedinto a pavement or something... somehow, but both at the same time. The ache is so bad it makesyou want to throw up. So bad you don't even realize the deafening ring in your ear. For somereason, a hard and mad shake off seemed to quickly but barley fade the pain away. After a minuteof the worst struggle for easement, he finally stops. Figments of the pain remains, but now, he canhear. He can see. Hear the cold silence of the night, and see the body that had just fallen backwardtoward the high edge of a left over building brick. As Aria's body lay motionless, the instant memoryof what happened creeps back into his head. He is struck with guilt and fear at the same time. As hetakes his first instinctive step toward her to help, the sudden memory of his death comes crashinginto his brain. The crack, the shatter, the scream, and the pain all come running through. It's as if hecan feel it all again. He still doesn't understand what exactly is going on. He staggers backward tillhe falls down right beside the night dark Toyota matrix he had bought four years ago. All of asudden, he can remember the gun in the glove box. He can remember the pain and the rage he felt.He looks right back at the motionless body lying on the ground. he feels so sorry for her, but he can'tstop himself from getting up and walking to the driver's side of the car, opens the door and gets in.he is still filled with anticipation and desperation to catch his daughters killers just like he was before.Just this time, he is more hesitant, more aware of what exactly he is looking for. A little more awareof what he has to loose. Still, he believes maybe he was just hallucinating about what happened orsomething. He attempts to take off straight to Aria's house. half way through the journey, he realizeshe didn't have Aria's address. But somehow, he knows where he is going. He remembers taking outher wallet and finding her address on it. he remembers it so well; he reaches into his pocket tocheck if he had it on him. It wasn't there. He is still hazed, still with fragments of the aching pain hehad earlier, but still filled with the rage of finding his daughters killers. Only this time, its mixed with alittle bit of fear from the idea of how he died in his probable hallucination. He gets to the front lawn of the house. just as he remembered it. just the exact spot he parked thelast time. He looks at his glove box. He is still angry and filled with rage, but he is a bit more level headed. He decides to leave the gun in the glove box. He is not a killer. He would go to the house,interrogate the killers and call the police. Maybe throw a few punches to clear his heart.He walks to the door. The light glowing from behind the curtain, and the sound of the television tellsthat someone is inside. He knocks on the door. No one answers. He knocks again and again, butstill no answer. He yells a little bit, before banging harder and harder on the door. Suddenly, thedoor opens wide. He could see a drug stricken half dead and barely responsive guy standing in frontof him. What do you want? The guy asks with a very calm and serious level of patience andunderstanding. But before jack could reply, he asks the same question again, but this time, with acompletely next level of impatience and sinister anger. The only words that could come out of jack'smouth where "hey... hey" right before the deadening sounds of gunshots. The first running straightthrough jack's neck, and the rest going through other part of his body. None went above his necklevel, but Levi just continued walking toward him as he let off more shots over and over again till thebullet rounds finished. Jack struggled and gauged in pain. Choking on his own blood was worsethan he had imagined. While simultaneously experiencing the pain of how many bullets were eitherin him or the ones that went straight through. He couldn't cope with the pain. He had neverimagined. When you are being beating to death, after the first couple of hits, your body goes numbso you don't really feel the pain. But when you have several bullets stuck inside you, the pain goeson and on till you manage to pass away. As he chokes, he slowly starts to lose consciousness.What was barley a minute in real life, felt like two hours of consistent torture. Then everything finallygoes cold.

off the floor, but he doesn't pay the slightest attention toward the body anymore. He makes a run forhis car and instantly tries to drive north and head home. He hits the accelerator harder than ahammer falling from 100 feet hitting the ground. before the car could move more than 10 feetforward;

Chapter 8 - Repeat