It didn’t matter that he couldn’t really see her.
Silas felt like he got turned inside out.
His guts ripped from his body.
His heart toppled like the garbage on the floor, though it beat out of rhythm, out of time.
A monster moved to pick her up, and Silas didn’t think.
He didn’t wait for the cue from Phoenix for them to go in at the same time.
He just stepped out and started to shoot.
Going for the bastard who knelt first, refusing to allow him to get his fetid hands on her again.
The fucker howled when he was struck.
Chaos suddenly broke out.
Shots fired back.
The one that struck Silas didn’t even bring him to his knees.
The disgust, the fury, the rage were enough to keep him standing.
At the back of the house, he heard glass break. No doubt, Phoenix had heard the commotion and was rushing to make his way in.
Another barrage of bullets.
His and the men’s.
Silas was on his stomach, trying to crawl into the room.
Footsteps and shots resounded.
Shouts as the men suddenly ran from the room.
“Get up!” Phoenix shouted from the end of the hall.
An engine suddenly roared and wood crashed as the SUV busted through the garage door.
“They’re getting away,” Phoenix shouted.
Only Silas remained on his knees. Crawling for the girl.
Dead or unconscious.
He didn’t know.
Sirens sang in the distance.
Phoenix gripped him by the back of the shirt. “Get up. We have to get out of here.”
“No…I…she needs help.” He tried to get to the girl.
To change it.
His mother’s face flashed behind his eyes.
