Gertrude gave him a blank stare. Her daughter died a long time ago somewhere on the streets. She didn't know the creature bleeding beneath her. The blast from her shotgun jerked her shoulder back but didn't stop from her unloading her .22 in the direction of the young men shooting at her granddaughter.
Big D grabbed his leg as he fired five rounds into NaTonya whose body jerked in every direction as bullets riddled it. Blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. Screams, yells, and shrieks filled the air as the sound of sirens blasted in the distance. Holes full of lava burned in Gertrude's arms and one in her side. Warm liquid soaked the back of her night coat.
An arm fell over her shoulder. She ignored the pain searing in her lungs and side to look at her grandbabies. All of them lay bleeding on the stairs behind her. Amy moaned and looked into her grandmother's eyes.
"This ain't y'all fault. You were good girls, you hear me, Amy. Tell your sisters everybody knows Y'all was good girls." Gertrude coughed up blood. "God have mercy on your souls, you paid someone else's debt, but you ain't die in vain."
Amy gave a small nod and tried to smile, but her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Big D. stood up.
Gertrude grabbed for her .22.
Blue and red lights flashed against the walls.
Big D. grabbed his leg as he pulled himself from the floor. "Now we even. You killed what I loved, and I killed everything special to you."
"All you did was unleash the fury of heaven on your soul. My babies are in heaven and God ain't gone let their death be in vain. You better hope he has mercy on your soul." Gertrude coughed more blood up.
Big D. raised his gun to shoot her when the sound of footsteps approaching caused him to pause. He limped into the kitchen. Gertrude laid her head back as she heard the screen door in the back bang closed.