Chapter 7 - The Father's Rage
I watched the cold, heavily calculated finger of the absolute monster named Martha slowly begin to squeeze the trigger of her deadly revolver. A massive, unexplainable surge of raw, primal adrenaline completely hijacked my entire nervous system in a single, desperate second. I took three rapid steps completely backward, lowered my shoulder, and charged violently against the heavy steel cage door with impossible force. The rusty metal locking mechanism completely shattered under the massive impact, sending the heavy door flying forcefully open. I lunged fiercely across the bloody wooden floor just as Martha blindly fired a deafening shot entirely toward the doctor. A sharp, highly burning agony ripped violently through my left shoulder as the hot bullet perfectly grazed my flesh, but I absolutely did not stop moving. I tackled Martha incredibly hard, violently slamming her fragile, aging body completely through the heavy wooden coffee table. The silver revolver flew aggressively out of her wrinkled hands and skidded perfectly away into the dark shadows of the room. I completely ignored my bleeding shoulder and sprinted frantically toward the terrified doctor currently holding my motionless baby. I violently shoved the corrupt doctor aside and gently took my tiny, entirely blue son directly into my own trembling hands. I quickly used two gentle fingers to carefully clear the thick fluid completely blocking the tiny baby's incredibly fragile airway. I softly rubbed his small back exactly like I had seen in countless emergency medical training videos online. The longest, completely terrifying five seconds of my entire life passed entirely in absolute, suffocating silence. Suddenly, the tiny infant let out a highly miraculous, perfectly ear-piercing wail that completely filled the entire dark cabin with beautiful life. Tears of absolute joy streamed heavily down my face as the healthy pink color rapidly returned to my wonderful son's fragile skin. I quickly unbuckled the heavy leather straps securely holding Megan down and placed our crying baby gently onto her warm, exhausted chest. Megan sobbed uncontrollably, tightly wrapping her trembling arms securely around the beautiful life we had fought so desperately to fully protect. I proudly turned around to completely finish the final fight with Martha, fully prepared to end her miserable life once and for all. The heavy wooden front door suddenly burst completely open, revealing Cousin Ray standing there with his heavy police weapon completely drawn. Ray pointed his perfectly deadly gun directly at my face and smiled, loudly declaring that he was completely taking over the illegal operation.
