Zatland Zuallen

P.O.V Zatland's Mind

Kick!

The man began moving the hostages.

most criminals perpetrators would do the same; they had to corral the loose hostages into an easily manageable corner; able to keep an eye on the merchandise especially during negotiations.

I saw the man point the gun at a toddler while moving her. He had done that for no purpose whatsoever, but to disparage her, a creature much weaker than him. He was getting a kick out of seeing her cry and scream with her head down.

The man was becoming more sadistic. It was weird, somehow the faces he was making, reminded me of the devil...it made me wonder, was that man already a lunatic before arriving at this day? Or did he become one because of it?

he had no control.

He stood to go out of control, and kill a couple more hostages soon...

the scariest thing to face was a man with a newly deranged mind.

Zion and I had learned how to judge crisis situations first, before any combat training. This situation was about to spiral; the devil was taking over his thoughts.

Narrator

(When the devil takes over his thoughts), was a common phrase learned by the young cadets, in early military training. It wasn't something to be taken literally, but it referred to an enemy who had lost its mind due to high levels of hysteria.

When the mind gets over-excited and anxious enough, that it slowly begins to turn white, and your body begins to move on its own...

War is a madhouse, and the clear majority of people, lose themselves to fear because of it.

PTSD was a cause of it.

Over exciting situations, tended to stick with you, for the rest of your life, like a scar of the moment you realized the world was not a good place, and not everybody loved you.

The moment you realized you should've been afraid...

That fear a child feels for the first time, as they witnessed somebody being hurt and questioned their emotions on the subject.

Is that natural? To Die, to feel, to hurt, to cry, to be afraid?

Military personnel who have seen action, on their first day on the battlefield, could tell you of a moment they realized they were in a war, it was the total difference from what they could've originally imagined.

No one could ever predict it, because it required a different point of visualization.

The hurdle of that realization was what they warned you about in school if you couldn't get over it, you'd go mad.

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To be this afraid after killing only one person, this man was a very weak-willed person. He believed he was calm with the swagger that he moved his shoulder with within the room, but all others could tell he was stunned. His mind was not working well, and he was becoming sadistic because of it.

the hostages in the room could feel it instinctively; they had to do everything they could not to agitate the man.

They moved slowly and with their arms out for him to see clearly. They didn't even bother to rise and stand fully but walked with their heads tucked into their necks As if to deflect the bullets away from their backs and defend their heads from being splattered.

Even the toddler flinched like them as if she understood what was coming.

the human reaction to killing intent.

If you paid attention to how a baby flinches away from the vile objects and people that would bring harm to them. You would understand, that there were primal reactions among humans that were all generalized, among every type of people.

And that was because people reacted to projected aura instinctively.

A kind aura would be projected, a happy aura would be shared, and a killing aura would be felt...

as long you had the appropriate levels of adrenaline coursing through your systems, you could read a person actions, and predict the exact reaction for it based on their aura alone.

The hostages were like a geek crouching below a bully with his hand up; they were afraid that they would be hit.

Hit by something they couldn't Dodge.

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Zion and Zatland felt it clearly, and they automatically began to take action. One of them had to take a bullet from the man and disarm him. The other had to shield the hostages from the gunshots.

Zion, all of a sudden, became brave, and with his face red, he dived in front of the crowd. Zatland understood immediately and dived for the man.

In only a matter of seconds, they dashed through the doorway and arrived In the man presences.

The man realized it. Two young men were coming at him from both directions.

If he were a civilian, he would be taken down.

But this man had training. This man had military capabilities.

In a moment notice he chose the best of options. He lifted his arm, he aimed the gun and pointed it at Zatlands eyes.

...

Slam!

Pa!

Zatland brought his arms over his face and pivoted slightly.

He didn't mean to do that. Just a preservative instinct to protect his eye's, he brushed by the gunman and was only barely able to nudge the gun to the side.

The gun swung to the side, and let out a shot into the wall. It's trajectory changed.

Zion appeared in front of the hostages, and so did Zatland a little in front of him.

Shit!

Both of them cursed in their minds; now they would both have to shield in front of the hostages, the gunman was in a position of power, where if he shoots he could hit a person behind them.

The gunman smiled...like this was his downfall. He pulled the trigger repeatedly, as Zatland charged right into the hail.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

He was shot twice in the arms, once in the c.h.e.s.t, and one scr.a.p.ed by his head leaving a cut. The bullets dug in part way into Zatlands skin before stopping.

if he was a civilian he would be dead, but it still stopped him in his track for a second, and the man began to escape outside the door.