Rebirth

(Note: This is my first attempt ever at writing a story, any help / criticisms would be appreciated)

I never expected to survive very long, not in this business. And I was right. It was relatively easy at least, fast.

City of Ciudad Juárez, Mexico

1/25/2013 4:54 PM

I was in situated in the rear passenger side seat of a nondescript black Honda Civic Coupe. Me, the driver, along another passenger providing escort. Our Honda was the tail of a three car convoy, all of which the same make and colour. We were just a precaution. The person who we were escorting wasn't exactly the most loved individual in this city but rival cartels had been quiet as of late, the city's murder rate at a record low.

We were pretty much there just to ward off any would-be revenge seekers.

It had been a long drive, having started at about ten AM but we were finally nearing our destination. I was lazily staring out my right side window, my mind occupied with thoughts about finally getting to stretch my back and take a much needed piss  when I was abruptly thrown face first into the aforementioned window. Black dots covered my vision as the sound of glass breaking and metal being torn filled my ears. After a few seconds my mind caught up with my senses as I opened my eyes, my nose blazing with pain; blood pouring from it onto my shirt. Looking left I could see that the driver was in far worse a shape, half his body crushed and torn between steel and his seat, red pooling around him.

“Fuck!” I heard, in exclamation from the seat in front of me as the other occupant came to.

“You all right?” I asked as he unclipped his seat belt.

“Yea, let’s just get the fuck out of here; I can’t be here when no police arrive.” He responded, his door creaking as he exited the car.

Suddenly a succession of explosions sounded, bursts of red flying from his back as he fell against the open car door before slumping to the ground, dead.

I ducked low as the distinct sound of automatics firing ripped through the air. Through the half of the windshield not covered by twisted steel I could see the other Hondas getting peppered with rounds, glass shattering as holes punched through their fibreglass sides.

Shit! This wasn't a car crash!

Crouching as low as I could I drew my black Taurus 1911 as I quickly opened my door and took cover behind the rear wheel.

Hearing crunching gravel I leant under the rear of the car to see two pairs of black panted legs headed towards the front of my car.

‘Fuck, here we go.’ I thought as I aimed for the closest leg. Firing I feel the familiar jerk as the gun jumps in my hand, a plume of red exploding from the leg along with a scream of pain. Falling the leg owners upper body comes into view, instinctively catching himself from hitting the ground. His dark brown eyes meet mine as I fire again. In slow motion his cranium erupts into a splash of red and white as his face folds inward, the bullet ploughing its way though before exiting the rear of his head along most of his brain in another burst of red.

As time sped back into motion I heard cursing from the other side of the car as I again took cover back behind the wheel.

Glancing under the car I spotted legs quickly moving towards the front. I took a quick shot but missed by a inch as they vanished behind the front left tire. More cursing. Abruptly a face appeared beside the wheel. Two squeezes of my finger and he jerked back, hands clutching his throat, a shrill gurgling sound emitting from him. Five rounds fired, 3 more in the mag.

Crunch! Shoes meeting gravel.

Behind!  I spin around coming down on one knee to try and make myself harder to hit as my gun sights up with a third man's chest. Bang! Bang! Bang! Gun recoiling hard I empty my mag into his chest, the last two landing in the heart area as he stumbles back before falling onto his ass. ‘No blood, Kevlar’ I thought as he raised his gun back to me. I lurched forward in a attempt to bat it from his hands as a horrible ripping pain filled my stomach, followed by another, and another as my body suddenly went limp. Collapsing at his feet my senses were filled with nothing but pain, feeling as if red hot knifes were being ripped through my chest and stomach, over and over….

I struggled to breathe as every inhale and exhale became increasingly difficult, feeling like I had to lift half a ton just to take in another lungful of air. Throughout all this my jumbled thoughts were racing in mortal terror, thinking about how fucking stupid I was not to expect kevlar and go for the head. Or for that matter not wear kevlar myself; But mostly I was thinking of dying. I've never really believed in a religion, in a after life.  Was this the end of me? Was there really going to be nothing? No more thought, no more feeling? I was filled with fear at the thought, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. Even thinking was becoming difficult, everything seemed to come to me slower. Feelings, along with pain seemed to be dulling fast, drifting away...

Soon I felt nothing, even my fear seemed to drift away as a incredible cold filled in its wake, as if I was completely submerged in ice water leaving me with nothing but one last last panicked thought....'I wish I could start again'