Chapter Six.

Tyler Was breathing as easy as he could. Which, I may dare to remind you that, It was not easy to breath to calmly while your being threatened by a dangerous, bloodthirsty gang member.
Karly on the other hand, was Shaking, and whining quitetly, while silent tears stained her brushed on blushed cheeks. Her fingernails gripped the seat.

Tyler realized why the gang member had targeted her, and her Brother. They had money. Tyler also realized that greed is one of the reasons that the world isn't peaceful. Now, He ddin't know what to do. Tyler's hand was getting sweaty in his poket from werhe he was holding his phone. He knew that the operator on the other end could hear ever word. If only This stranger was talking.
And as a thousand thoughts raced through his stumbled mind, His hand started to shake. his eyes started blurring the already chaotic scene.

And after what Felt for years and years Tyler woke up to the sound of sirens and the swearing of this stranger in the front. And as he looked over he felt panic take over his chest.

"Karly?" He whispered. His voice shaky, even though he was barley speaking.

Karly, with her head titled onto the window, showed no signs of hearing. Blood had been spilled onto her shirt. From a large cut just above her chin bone.

"She's not dead shithead. Passed out." The stranger said gruffly. And then he turned around.
"you called the police?"

"N..no..No." Stammered Tyler, as his heart raced and his mind mushed into nothing.

"Well, good fellow, your as good as dead anyways." The stranger, with his peircing blue eyes, laughed. And sped from the Sirens.