Page 21

On the floor in the living room lay Conley, gripping his stomach, crying silently in pain. Elle hustled over, leaning down and turning Conley over onto his back. “Conley. Can you hear me?” She asked, applying pressure to the bullet wound in his abdomen. He nodded, his face tensed with excruciating pain. She nodded in turn, acknowledging his nod. “What happened?”

 

“Someone burst in- Ah!” He yelped in pain as Elle applied more rigid pressure. “A man burst into the window over there and shot me.” He finished.

 

Elle looked at the window, then looked to Emily. “Call the police.” She ordered. Emily nodded in compliance and ran for the kitchen phone. Elle then looked back to Conley. “I need to go, find who did this before they get too far away.” She told him, and he nodded in understanding.

 

“Go. Hurry. I’ll be at the hospital.” He told her. Elle kissed his cheek lovingly, and Emily entered the room just as Elle was about to leave.

 

“Emily, apply pressure here.” She said, guiding Emily’s hand with her own. She lifted the other when Emily’s hands were in place. Elle wiped her hands on her pants, then rose from the floor. She left the house at a jog, making her way back to her house- she needed to make sure Bryan’s body was still there.

 

Once there, she walked over to the living room, where she had last left Bryan- he was gone. All that was left was a trail of blood that led out the back of the house. She could hear the sirens wailing in the distance- they were picking up Conley. Elle was about to follow the trail that was left across the lawn when she heard someone in the house- a lamp was knocked over, and the person’s shadow could be seen fleeting the scene.

 

She took off at a run, following the male in the darkness. The man had led Elle all the way to the field she had fought Bryan at earlier- Elle would have bet any money that she was following Bryan. Once in the field, she conjured up a blast of black lightning, and threw it into the male’s back. He stopped dead in his tracks, short-circuiting in the middle of the field before falling to the ground.

 

Elle walked over, hovering over the male. “Bryan, Bryan, Bryan. That was rather foolish of you.” She said as she kicked the male onto his side- to her surprise, it was not Bryan. It was simply a hit man. She grit her teeth in aggravation. She had only stunned the man at this point. Now, she was intent to kill him.

 

She charred his body to a crisp, much like the man she had earlier across the field. Once she was positive he was dead, she left at a sprint, making her way to the local hospital.