Chpt. 3

Rocking back and forth on the cold concrete floor, my eyes try to adjust to the dark garage room. I’m left in the room in only a ripped sheet the women have given me to wear.

“Alisa.” Emilia purrs, opening the door. “I have dinner.”

I hiss under the bright light, covering my face with my bloody hand. “Food?” I beg.

“Rolls and gravy. Dwopp insists we feed you.” Her face twists to a scowl.

“M-may I rise?” I ask.

“Don’t bother, I will come to you.” She walks down the steps into the darkness.

As she nears me, I check my wrist bindings and prepare to leap. When she’s within range, I wrap them around her neck. She struggles to breathe, fighting against me. But I twist the binds; watch her face shade dark red. Sweat builds on the base of her forehead, and finally she passes out.

I pat her down, and retrieve a flash light, a knife, and a key. Undoing the bindings, I hear the door creep open. Adeline shows her face, peeking in. Wrong move.

My hand feels the cold touch of a gun. I slowly drag it off Emilia’s body. I c**k the gun, hiding behind Em’s body.

“Emilia?” She whispers.

My aim is just perfect, thumb slipping over the trigger. The fire echoes off the concrete walls, and Adeline falls like a dead weight.

I have shot her through the forehead.

Em tries to rise, but I put her down, using her neck as a silencer. Blood spatters my face as I remove her pants.

I want whatever’s in the pockets.

I dump out more shells, pepper spray, and a note. I toss the note into a shell and slip on her pants. Better than the sheet.

Tearing the sheet, I make it resemble a shirt. Though, I am missing some necessities, it’s better than fighting half naked.

I do not know that I am not alone, till a foot scrapes against the concrete. I spin around to face a male, and he catches me off guard.

He throws the first blow, breaking my nose. It crunches beneath his strength, and stuns me momentarily. Luckily I have the gun.

I fire randomly, and he goes down in cold blood. I shove as many bullets as I can into my gun. It is when my arm bleeds again do I stop.

I wrap it up with the shreds of sheet from before. My nose has stopped bleeding too.

I move to Adeline, and manage a phone off her. Dialing Lindsay, she answers with a sob.

“Whadda want?” She sniffles.

“Lin.” I try to smile. “I’m free, but I need you to help me get away.”

“Lizzy!” She gasps. “Where are you?”

“My guess is somewhere downtown. I’m walking out of an abandoned home. Dwopp is the last name of their leader. See if you can’t pull up anything on him.” My eye catches a guard.

“Alright. Promise you’ll make it back to me?” She whimpers.

“Promise.” I switch to Bluetooth. “Talk to me while I get outta here. Need both hands to fight.

I fire at the guard, silencing my shot with a wad of sheets. I have him down from the back. He drops like Adeline.

“Remember the time when we fought over who was going to make breakfast for the cat?” Lindsay chuckles.

I love her laugh.

“Yes. Where did that cat go?” My eyes focus on two more guards down the next hallway.

Slipping my pistol into my back pocket, I retrieve my dual knives and stealthily take down them, cutting their throats wide.

By now my bare feet are stained with blood. I use it to help my feet move more silently against the concrete floors.

Slipping the knives back into my pockets, I check the two guards for more ammunition. I am in luck. Two more magazines.

I glance around the hall, and realize my nose is bleeding. I cup my hand around the broken remains of my nose, and catch the blood.

“I’m not sure.” Lindsay’s voice makes me yelp. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t wanna give you away.”’

“You’re alright.” I return the knives to my pockets and slipped a magazine into my gun, Locked and loaded, I peer around. “Remember the day I finally got to share the bed with you and you commented with a ‘oh, so now you wanna get into bed with me’?”

She chuckles. “Ya. You smiled though.” A pause. “How about the time we jammed on Rock Band?”

“I miss that one.” I smile. “I promise we will do that again when I get home.”

Silence.

“I know you will.”

She still chats with me as I travel down the hallway silently, my feet padded over to the wall. A man stands, facing me, eyes curious.

“Tango down.” I smirk and he’s dead.

“Don’t go off onto COD.” Lindsay chuckles.

I pull my knives out again and tie one to the bottom of my gun. I hold my gun in one hand, and the other knife in my other.

Walking down to a door, I kick it open. Bright light pours on my face, and men shout behind me. Dwopp probably knows I’ve escaped and released his men.

One by one they fall as I strike them with a one shot kill.

“What’s going on?!” Lin freaks.

“Dwopp found me.”

Too soon, they all lay dead. I scavenge what I can from them, and retrieve seven magazines, three knives, and four more guns. I stuff them into my pockets.

“I’m going out.” I rise, only to have a knife through my stomach. “L-L…”

“You’re not so tough with your guard down.” A rough male voice.

“But I’m smart.” I aim the gun backwards and knife his neck as well as shoot.

He drops backward, joining the others.

“Oh god, Alisa. You alright?” Lindsay freaks.

I reach behind and slowly pull out the knife. Dropping it, I moan. “Yeah. Got stabbed.”

“Be careful. I’d like you in one piece.”

“I’m fine. Pick me up on County Road.”

“Rodger.”

We don’t speak as I leave to the street.

“Lizzy!”

I am tackled from behind and Lindsay chuckles in my ear.

“Where the hell did you come from?” I burst.

“Pryors tracked your phone.” She smiles. “C’mon. Let’s go home.”