Kara could hear each heartbeat in the room, the panic of the fast pace pulse from every single person. Kara had never been in a situation like this, so she was just as fearful, but it also came from the decision she had to make. It was hammered in her head for so long that she had to stay human, look human, act human, that she feared what would happen if she didn’t this one time. Oliver’s voiced snapped her out of her trace, listening to everything and lost in the thoughts that she grabbed his arm. “He’s not going to leave,” Kara whispered, pushing her lips together. He was getting aggravated, angry. He would do something rash. It wasn’t a move, this was no movie.
“Don’t talk–” Before she could even finish her sentence she heard the blast. Her eyes caught the millisecond movement, the gun waved, his finger snapped, the trigger pulled. Kara reached over and grabbed Oliver. Despite the loud noise, she reacted. Her body moving around and shielded Oliver, and shifted her body just a small half inch. The bullet deflected off her shoulder and hitting the wall. It worked, no one was shot. Kara’s eyes opened, looking at Oliver. Despite knowing the bullet flung off of her body, she had to make sure he was okay.
She couldn’t sit here and do nothing. Her mother would be pissed, but the cameras wouldn’t be able to catch her if she moved fast enough. They would see a blur, and she would only be gone for a second. Oliver might nothing something off, but it was worth the risk. She turned around, shot off toward the gunman and grabbed the gun, throwing it out the window. Unfortunately, it made it shatter but it got it away from him. And then she hit the man just hard enough that it would make him unconscious. Just a second, and then she was back in front of Oliver.
“Ollie,” Kara said, trying to hide the tears in her eyes because she almost lost him. “Your okay, it didn’t get you. It didn’t get me either,” Kara bottom lip quivered as she launched into him, holding him in a hug as she buried her face into his chest. “You’re okay,” She whispered. She couldn’t lose another friend, she couldn’t. Kenny was gone, but Oliver. No, she couldn’t lose him too. Damn the rules and damn the people her adoptive father works with. She wasn’t going to let them take him from her.
She couldn’t bare someone else dying.
Oliver heard the gunshot and had curled into himself immediately, and he felt Kara pull him into her in a protective manner. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but all he could think of was the worst. What if Kara or himself would die in this cafe and have no more time to say anything to one another? He didn’t want her to think that he hated her and didn’t want to be around her anymore---now their situation seemed rather silly in comparison.
He felt his breath hitch and he froze in his friend’s arms, fright taking over his entire body. No impact or pain came in response, but he was too much in a haze right now to really know what was going on. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of Kara leave him, and in that moment he wondered if he got shot.
Hands moved along his chest and abdomen to check if he’d been hit, but it seemed as though he was in luck. The sound of glass shattering was in the background, although not enough time passed for him to think about what that meant; just as quickly as the warmth from Kara left, it arrived yet again. He looked up at her, tear-welled eyes as he tried to register what was going on.
Kara pulled into him, and she was telling him that they were okay. He held her tightly, eyes flickering over to where the man was standing but he wasn’t there anymore. Now, Oliver saw the man’s feet, as if he were knocked unconscious. “We’re... okay...” he echoed back to her in a whisper, not letting go of her anytime soon.
The teen didn’t understand what was going on, but now he could hear sirens in the background---someone must have called 9-1-1 sometime during the chaos. He gave Kara a small kiss at the top of her head as he watched the policemen arrive at the scene and start dragging out the unconscious gunman. “That was... something...” he finally spoke gently, still holding onto her.
