'What do I do? What do I do?...'
He had to think of something to save himself, but nothing was getting into his mind. He was confused and started panicking even more.
"Sorry?"
This slipped from his tongue. Luck wasn't on his side today. Even though he was a very good observer, he wasn't able to prepare himself for something like this.
"Get on the floor! Get on the floor, you bastard!" The terrorist ordered him.
He couldn't do anything except listen to his orders because that was the only thing he could do if he wanted to survive even for a second.
He did as he said, his hand up in the air, getting on the floor like everyone else. He was surprisingly calm while following his orders. He didn't panic and screamed like everyone. Maybe that was the reason he didn't get shot by him.
"Phone! Give this phone to me!" He again shouted right after he got on the floor.
He snatched the phone from his hand and Axtrav didn't try to stop him because he knew one mistake would be the reason for death.
'Good I have survived for now but I don't think they will leave anyone alive for long.'
He knew that it was only one, for the time being, they were, that all of them were held, hostage. Once they get their mission done, they will shoot everyone like every other terrorist.
People were crying, and cowering in terror, not knowing that they would even make it to their families. They didn't even know if their family would even be able to find their corpse.
The mothers who had kids hugged their children while crying but not letting their children know what was happening outside. It didn't matter how scared the parents were, but they didn't let their kids know about it. They hid it behind their pained smiles.
The people were praying to their respective gods to save them or at least give them a place in his land. The people were filled with terror.
Axtrav who was seeing all of it, also couldn't keep his composure anymore. His heart was shattered by this scene. He was crushed knowing that he couldn't do anything for them and himself.
'I'm in such a pathetic state, I can't believe that I'm so powerless in front of danger. I have finally faced reality.' He clenched his fist and punched his thigh.
'Stop loathing yourself for this and find a to survive. You won't get anything by getting sad here.'
He knew feeling sad wouldn't do anything. So, he tried finding a solution that could at least help him survive this. He tried to observe their movements and behavior which could help him counter them.
'I think I have found a way to get one of them.'
'Do I have my pocket knife with me? That's crucial for this plan to take place."
He searched his pockets to check for the pocket knife that he was carrying for self-defence. Luckily, he found it in his pocket. He quickly took it out and hid it under his thigh.
'Now, I can finally put the plan to work. It is a risky plan but I believe it should work.'
'The plan is to target the guy who is in the middle and get hold of his gun. He is moving and constantly patrolling the moment he comes close to me I will throw my pen to distract him and make him face the opposite direction as me and cut off the tendons of his ankle...'
'...but I can only do this when one of those guys is looking somewhere else...'
'...Because then I would be able to use him as my meat shield. I would be able to get hold of the gun by then. Then at least kill one of them. It has to be done in a hurry if I miss by one second then I am dead.'
'I hope it causes havoc because it can help distract one the terrorist and so I can finish while the other is busy taking care of people. Some people will die but this is for the better.'
The moment he was waiting for finally began. He started reaching up close to him. Right, when he was on his side he threw his favourite pen on the other side of the cabin. He did what he expected him to do; he faced that direction with that gun pointed at it.
He didn't even have a second to seize that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He quickly took his sharp knife, which he hid under his thigh, and quickly cut off the tendon like he was cutting a slice of butter.
"What is thi-"
Before he could even focus on the sharp and extreme pain the muscular terrorist felt. He tripped him, and made his back fall on him so, he could get control of him and use him as his meat shield.
'Fuck this guy is heavy! I have to finish him before he attracts their attention.'
He did what he didn't want him to do. He attracted their attention by shooting bullets, but luckily no one got hit because the gun was pointed at the ceiling because he was falling.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Axtrav shouted.
"No! No! You son of bitch don't shoot me I beg you!" he yelled.
"Stop! Stop! Sto-"
His cries were ignored, but both of them began shooting him. He used the terrorist at his meat shield to block the bullets from the front. They all were pointed at fatal points and none of them missed. This did him a huge favour by killing the muscular terrorist instantly.
"Ahhhhhh! Nooo!"
People began screaming. They were crying and begging the terrorist to not kill them. The chaos he wanted to take place had begun.
"Mommy, what is happening? Are we going to die?"
A kid asked her mother, crying.
"You son of bitch! I am at least going to die as a hero now!"
He got control of the gun, though he never even held a soft toy gun in his whole life. But he was for the first time, he was holding a gun with only one hand while holding his shield in another hand.
"This is a crazy feeling! Fighting the death is fun!"
As he thought he was going to survive, the bullet from the back created a hole in his legs. A few of them also hit his back, but luckily they didn't reach a fatal point.
'I don't think I will be able to survive this. I'm sorry mom and dad, your son won't be returning from work..."
Tears began to fall from his eyes. He let go of his meat shield and got a proper hold of the gun.
"Everyone! Get down! I'm going to begin firing!"
'Mom-Dad I'm sorry that I'm leaving you when you need me the most!'
The gunshots were coming from both sides, completely sandwiching him with no way to escape. He was getting roasted by bullets coming from both sides, but that wasn't going to stop him from taking down one more terrorist with him.
"I'm not going to die without taking down one of you with me you bastards!" He shouted and laughed like a madman.
'Mom-Dad the youngest has matured I believe able to take care of you in my place but don't disturb him much when he is studying because he is a bright student who wants to get into IIT.'
The bullets had made holes in his body, but his fingers didn't slip from the trigger. One of the bullets finally hit his terrorist head, and it killed him.
There was only one of them remaining, but sadly he had reached his limit; with the remaining strength he had, he threw the gun at a person who looked reliable to him.
"What are looking at pick up the gun and kill that bastard and survive!" He shouted with his remaining strength.
This motivated people to stop cowering and fight the only remaining terrorists.
'Mom-Dad I hope I made you proud. This is my last wish.'
His vision disappeared and he fell on the floor. He wasn't able to see anything, hear anything, or smell anything. All of his senses weren't working.
'Is this death?'
'People say it is cold and painful but it is warm.'