G Hopf - Sanctuary

Lexi put the Humvee and gear and hit the accelerator.

Gordon was running as hard as he could but he was too slow. Lexi drove past him without stopping.

“Stop!” Gordon screamed.

The red rear lights came on as she slammed on the breaks. “Get in!”

Gordon ran over and jumped in the passenger seat. She hit the accelerator again and took off.

“Hey, wait for the others!” Gordon yelled.

“No time!” she said as she tore up the road.

As they approached the top of the hill, the man she had shot started to rise from the ground. She floored the pedal and aimed the Humvee at him. He raised his arms as if that would protect him from a two-ton vehicle traveling at forty-five miles per hour and accelerating. Lexi hit him and didn’t stop. Gordon looked over at her, amazed at the ferocity in her eyes. “Gotta get the other one,” she muttered.

“There, straight ahead!” Jones hollered.

Forty feet in front of them, the third man was running down the center of the snow-covered gravel road. Hearing the Humvee behind him, he turned around and fired several shots, just missing the vehicle.

“Doesn’t this thing go faster?” Lexi yelled out in frustration.

Bullets pinged off of the Humvee as they drew closer to the man. He stood defiantly in the middle of the road.

“Open up on him!” Gordon commanded Jonesy. When there was no response, he turned and looked up in the hatch and saw Jones’s body bouncing around. One of the bullets had hit him. Gordon didn’t know how badly he was hit, but there was no time to do anything about it.

As they closed in on the man, he dove out of the way and rolled down an embankment.

Lexi slammed on the brakes. The force of the Humvee stopping caused Jones to fall into the vehicle.

Gordon took the opportunity to jump out of the vehicle and pursue the man on foot. He spotted him about fifty feet away, sprinting through an open field. There was no way he’d catch him now, but a well-placed shot could do the job. He ran over to one of the boulders and rested his rifle on top. Planting the rifle firmly on his shoulder, he took aim. He steadied his breathing and began to squeeze. The rifle went off, the round hitting the man squarely in the middle of his back. The man tumbled and disappeared into the tall grasses.

Lexi drove up to the spot where the man had landed and exited the vehicle. He was still alive, breathing shallowly, but Lexi would seal the deal.

She kicked him over onto his back. Another familiar face. Pulling out her pistol she yelled, “You recognize me? Huh?” She slammed her shoe into his ribs.

The man coughed and grunted each time she kicked his side, blood pooling around him.

“Please don’t, please,” he begged her.

“Those words sound familiar. That’s what my sister would say to you before you’d rape her, you fucking scumbag,” she screamed as she continued to at kick him.

The man screamed out, “Fuck you, bitch! You fucking whore!”

“That’s it! That sounds more like you!” she snarled as she kicked him several more times.

With each kick, Lexi could see her sister pleading with the men as he was pleading with her. Her sister’s pleas were mocked and sometimes intensified the men’s desire to harm her. Lexi would often tell her sister to just let it happen, but those words fell on deaf ears. Her sister’s resistance to men like him ultimately led to her own death. She started to break out in a sweat and her leg was getting tired from the repeated kicks to the man’s side.

He was now resigned to his fate and yelled out one expletive after another.

“Yeah, you got a dirty mouth, don’t you? You’re a dirty, nasty motherfucker!” She was in a full rage now. She stopped kicking him, aimed her pistol, and shot him in the crotch.

The man squealed out in pain and tried inching away from her.

“You’re not going anywhere. Come here,” she said as she straddled him and with her pistol and began to beat him.

Gordon had no plans of interfering with Lexi; he understood the need to deal directly with those who had harmed you. Instead he took to attending to Jones’s wounds. He had taken two rounds, one to his side and the other to his left arm. There was a lot of blood, but Gordon felt confident he’d survive. As he swiftly cleaned the wound he could hear Lexi beating the man with this pistol. The sound of skin being slapped gave way to crunching as the man’s skull caved in.

Lexi didn’t know how many times she hit him in the face but when she finally stopped there was no way of ever knowing what the man had looked like. A large, bloody crater now replaced where his face had been. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained. She looked up to the sky and let out a guttural scream.

Gordon walked over to her. “How did that feel?”

“Good… no, not good, that was fucking great!” she said. “Now, let’s go kill the rest of them.”

Samantha was very sore. Her body resembled how she felt inside, black and blue. She had never experienced anything like what she had gone through yesterday, and she barely slept all night, replaying it over and over. If there was one benefit to the situation, it was that the circumstances had opened her eyes to how she had been treating her daughter and her neighbors in the past few months. She had allowed her depression to almost kill her and possibly her daughter. She needed to do right by her, and by Nelson. Remembering the old saying, Fake it till you make it, she told herself that despite her physical and emotional pain, today would be the day that she changed her attitude.

Putting on her coat, she walked to a mirror. Examining her bruised face, she took a deep breath, then smiled. “Samantha, your little girl needs her mother. Now go.” She exited the warm house and walked into the chilly, dry air.

She opened the barn door and walked in. The musty smell was intense. She looked around, but could only hear them. “Hey, guys, where are you?” she called out hesitantly.

“Shh!” Haley blurted out.

“Back here with Big Mac,” Nelson answered.

She walked with her arms crossed, feeling nervous, like she was a stranger. She came to the last stall and saw Nelson brushing Macintosh, but no Haley.

“Hi,” she said shyly. “Um, I want to say I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday.”

He reached out and touched her arm. “Sam, there’s no need. I know you’ve been through a lot, we all have. I said some things to you that I’m sorry for too.”

“God no, I deserved it.”

“No one deserves anything. We need to stick together.”

They looked at each other, their eyes communicating an understanding that neither could voice.

“Where’s Haley?”

Nelson tilted his head toward a large pile of hay in the corner of the stall.

Samantha pointed and mouthed, “She’s in there?”

Nelson smiled and nodded.

Samantha said in a loud, theatrical tone, “I wonder where Haley is?” She entered the stall and walked around Macintosh till she reached the large pile of hay. “Hmm, well, since I can’t find her, maybe I’ll rest, ’cause I’m really tired. This pile of hay looks comfortable.” She flopped down.

Haley giggled from beneath the hay.

Sensing she could relax a bit, Samantha reached into the hay till she felt Haley’s little body. “Oh, no, there’s a monster in the hay. Nelson! Save me!”

Haley played along by growling. She rose out of the hay and jumped on her mother.

“Nelson, help me,” Samantha said, giggling.

Nelson watched as the two embraced each other and rolled in the hay. He smiled. This was the old Samantha he used to know.

“Um, guys, you might want to… oops, never mind. Too late,” Nelson said.