figure
sprawling forward in a black blur. Despite his injury he lunges at me. I swing
the gun up and squeeze again, a faint mist settling on my skin as the air
temporarily takes on a red hue. His body falls limp against me while one of the
others rush towards Stella. She kicks them back as I push the corpse aside in
time for another one of them to grab me.
He throws my hand in the air and holds it there with a firm grip as I try to
twist my wrist so that the barrel of the gun will point at him. My other hand I
find against his throat, clamping down on his esophagus as he vainly attempts
to do the same to mine. Throwing my head back I swiftly bring it down, crashing
against his temple with a dense thud. He falls back with a wail of
astonishment, his grasp falling free from my hand as he tumbles to the ground.
I lower the gun to his level and slowly start to squeeze the trigger until—
"Stop!"
The sound catches me off guard amidst the chaos. I lose focus of the figure
in front of me and find myself turning towards the voice.
I almost sigh when I find Stella held up against one of them, a thin blade
pressed against the curve of her neck.
"Drop the gun or I'll slit your friend's throat." His voice comes
muffled from the balaclava, but even still it's obvious how young he is from
the unnatural depth he forces into his words; a vain attempt to sound
intimidating.
"Go ahead, she's not my friend." My gaze shifts from him to
Stella, and then flicks down to the blade glinting silver in the moonlight. His
brow creases as he considers this.
"Fair game, you won't mind if we take her then." He pulls Stella
against him with a rough tug, emitting a small noise from her as he holds the
knife in place. "A lot of things we could do with a pretty girl around
here."
His gaze slithers the length of her body, the knife pressing closer against
her neck as she struggles against his hold. I aim the gun at his head, lining
the sight up with his temple. Before his eyes pull away from her, I pull the
trigger.
Click .
His eyes widen for a second and turn glassy with shock before they begin to
glint with amusement. The mask stretches and there’s no doubt that behind it he
is smiling.
I pull the trigger again.
Click . Click . Click .
He laughs, moving the knife an inch away from Stella's neck to accommodate
the movement in his arm as his body rocks with the hilarity of it all.
"Well, well, wel—" Before he has time to finish, Stella throws her
head backwards, her hands creeping up the front of her throat and throwing his
arm away from her. He curses loudly as she spins away from him, making a grab
for the knife but missing.
He staggers a step away from us, blood spilling through his fingers as he pulls
the balaclava down and clenches his nostrils shut. He waves the knife between
us wildly as he continues sputtering curses.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"We don't have time for this!" one of the other men growls, his
gaze cautiously flicking towards mine before continuing in a lower voice.
"Peter's waiting."
The one with the knife and hopefully a broken nose seems to sober up at
this. He drops his hand to his side, letting the blood trickle freely down his
front as he raises the knife towards my throat.
"Give us the keys to your car then," he says slowly, his eyes
threatening and his voice no longer trying to attain a sense of intimidation,
but actually achieving it.
I scowl as I continue to hold the empty gun in front of him. I can't give
him the keys to the car, there are too many memories in there. There has to be
something I can do to scare them off somehow. I throw a quick look at the other
two guys; it doesn't look like they have any weapons. Stella stands a few feet
away from me, her eyes warning me not to do anything. I quickly look away from
them, trying to rid their haunting green from my memory.
But I can't.
Lowering the gun, I keep my gaze on the ground, not wanting to see their
smug expressions. My blood begins to boil and heat
sprawling forward in a black blur. Despite his injury he lunges at me. I swing
the gun up and squeeze again, a faint mist settling on my skin as the air
temporarily takes on a red hue. His body falls limp against me while one of the
others rush towards Stella. She kicks them back as I push the corpse aside in
time for another one of them to grab me.
He throws my hand in the air and holds it there with a firm grip as I try to
twist my wrist so that the barrel of the gun will point at him. My other hand I
find against his throat, clamping down on his esophagus as he vainly attempts
to do the same to mine. Throwing my head back I swiftly bring it down, crashing
against his temple with a dense thud. He falls back with a wail of
astonishment, his grasp falling free from my hand as he tumbles to the ground.
I lower the gun to his level and slowly start to squeeze the trigger until—
"Stop!"
The sound catches me off guard amidst the chaos. I lose focus of the figure
in front of me and find myself turning towards the voice.
I almost sigh when I find Stella held up against one of them, a thin blade
pressed against the curve of her neck.
"Drop the gun or I'll slit your friend's throat." His voice comes
muffled from the balaclava, but even still it's obvious how young he is from
the unnatural depth he forces into his words; a vain attempt to sound
intimidating.
"Go ahead, she's not my friend." My gaze shifts from him to
Stella, and then flicks down to the blade glinting silver in the moonlight. His
brow creases as he considers this.
"Fair game, you won't mind if we take her then." He pulls Stella
against him with a rough tug, emitting a small noise from her as he holds the
knife in place. "A lot of things we could do with a pretty girl around
here."
His gaze slithers the length of her body, the knife pressing closer against
her neck as she struggles against his hold. I aim the gun at his head, lining
the sight up with his temple. Before his eyes pull away from her, I pull the
trigger.
Click .
His eyes widen for a second and turn glassy with shock before they begin to
glint with amusement. The mask stretches and there’s no doubt that behind it he
is smiling.
I pull the trigger again.
Click . Click . Click .
He laughs, moving the knife an inch away from Stella's neck to accommodate
the movement in his arm as his body rocks with the hilarity of it all.
"Well, well, wel—" Before he has time to finish, Stella throws her
head backwards, her hands creeping up the front of her throat and throwing his
arm away from her. He curses loudly as she spins away from him, making a grab
for the knife but missing.
He staggers a step away from us, blood spilling through his fingers as he pulls
the balaclava down and clenches his nostrils shut. He waves the knife between
us wildly as he continues sputtering curses.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"We don't have time for this!" one of the other men growls, his
gaze cautiously flicking towards mine before continuing in a lower voice.
"Peter's waiting."
The one with the knife and hopefully a broken nose seems to sober up at
this. He drops his hand to his side, letting the blood trickle freely down his
front as he raises the knife towards my throat.
"Give us the keys to your car then," he says slowly, his eyes
threatening and his voice no longer trying to attain a sense of intimidation,
but actually achieving it.
I scowl as I continue to hold the empty gun in front of him. I can't give
him the keys to the car, there are too many memories in there. There has to be
something I can do to scare them off somehow. I throw a quick look at the other
two guys; it doesn't look like they have any weapons. Stella stands a few feet
away from me, her eyes warning me not to do anything. I quickly look away from
them, trying to rid their haunting green from my memory.
But I can't.
Lowering the gun, I keep my gaze on the ground, not wanting to see their
smug expressions. My blood begins to boil and heat
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