Chapter 31: Chapter 31

CODY

Everybody's stopped screaming. There's the occasional cries and whimpers, especially if a gun goes off.

Both me and Chase have been moved to the center of the dance floor, surrounded on all sides by civilians, and gunmen. Elaine made it this way so that if we act out, there are civilians in the way that will definitely be killed because of us.

Girl's a lot smarter than she looks.

Most of the girls in the group are crying, makeup streaming down their faces, others just sit still in shock, trying not to draw attention to themselves.

That's the smartest thing to do in a situation like this.

Some of the guys are crying as well, but who can really blame them. Some of the 'braver' ones glare at the guys holding the guns but otherwise do nothing.

And some of the people look like they're too drunk to even be able to tell what's going on...lucky them.

"This went really wrong really fast," Chase mutters from where we sit in on the dance floor.

Everybody's huddled together on the floor, kneeling, sitting, some people even laying down and covering their head.

"Tell me about it." I groan, rubbing my face with my hands.

The couple from earlier sit on the edge of all the people and above all of them, the girl's the one drawing the most attention to herself.

She doesn't cry out, but she has her hands clasped together and continuously mumbles. She's praying, but she's not exactly being the quietest person about it, and I can tell by Elaine's facial expression...it's beginning to piss her off.

"She needs to be quiet," Chase whispers to me, obviously noticing the girl same as me. "If she doesn't shut up soon Elaine's going to make an example out of her."

"Well, we can't exactly get to her to tell her that," I whisper back.

My pulse speeds up when Elaine throws her hands up in frustration and begins to stalk over towards the girl.

"Shit," Chase mutters.

"Shit is right."

Elaine walks up to the girl and stands directly in front of her. The girl freezes, her mumbling stops and she lifts her gaze from the ground to Elaine standing in front of her. Horror in her eyes, as if she just realized what she'd done.

"Get up." Elaine hisses venomously.

The girl hesitates for just a second, but it's a second too long. Elaine's hand grabs a fist full of the girl's hair.

She cries out and grabs at Elaine's hand as Elaine drags her off to the side and out of the all the people. She pulls her gun from her waistband and presses it against the girl's head.

Her cries become louder and tears stream down her face, her hands still grasping at the hand holding her hair in a vice-like grip.

"Please, please don't." She cries out in between her sobs. "Please, please...don't." She chokes out.

"Elaine!" Chase calls out, standing to his feet. "Stop this. She's just a civilian, she doesn't need to get hurt." He holds his hands up as he talks to her, trying to get her to stop.

But Elaine's face twists into a horrible sneer. "Sit back down unless you want to be the reason she dies sooner rather than later."

She keeps the gun firmly planted in the side of the girl's head and the girl whimpers, staring at us with wide eyes full of fear as if pleading with us to do as she says.

Instead, I do the opposite. I stand up as well. "Leave her out of this," I order. "These people have no fight with you."

Her gun loads and the girl cries out louder. Elaine turns to the girl. "They've just signed your death certificate for you." She hisses.

She presses the gun harder into the girl's head and she flinches away from it, still desperately trying to get Elaine's hand to let go of her hair.

We need a miracle to get through this right now. We need Thirteen.

"Any last words?" Elaine questions mockingly.

It's like a light switch has been flipped.

"Yeah actually." The girl says calmly, collectively.

"I have that exact same gun."

Her movements are so quick, you could blink and miss them. Without a second to waste she's up off the floor, and Elaine's pressed against her. One hand holds Elaine's arms firmly in place, and the other holds a gun up to her head.

Her movements, the grace in which she executes them, the obvious skill in her movements. She's an agent.

She's using Elaine as a shield. The rest of the gunmen all aim their guns at her, but there's no clear shot without hitting Elaine.

"Normally I'd just request that you let the hostages go along with me and those two." She jerks her head in our direction. "But putting into consideration your oh so generous hospitality, put together with the fact that you've put two other agents in the hospital and aided in the kidnapping of a third...yeah, you'll be lucky to make it out of here with your head still attached to your body."

"You bit-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. Let's settle this the way it should be settled. Hostages leave to ensure not one of them dies, and we wage an all-out war against each other. You'd obviously have the upper hand so what have you got to lose? Other than your head of course."

It's quiet for a long period of time as Elaine says nothing and simply struggles in the girl's hold. The girl just rolls her eyes but does nothing else.

I notice Elaine shift in a way in the girl's hold, I see a flash of something shining in the light...a knife.

"Look-" I don't get the chance to finish the sentence before the girl hisses in pain as the Elaine strikes her with the knife, drawing a line of blood across the girl's stomach.

Elaine takes the opportunity to slip from the girl's grasp and guns immediately begin going off.

Screams echo around the club as a couple of the gunmen drop to the floor lifeless and the girl ducks behind the bar. She continues a steady stream of shooting, taking out all the guys blocking the main entrance. Her eyes land on us.

"Get these people out of here!" She shouts, jumping out from behind the bar to distract the rest of the gunmen.

Both me and Chase grab a couple of the guns that have been dropped, shooting at anyone who tries to keep the people from leaving as we usher them out the doors to safety. I can't help but watch the girl as we do so.

She's fast. Like wicked fast. She doesn't use her gun as much as just using whatever happens to be around her. Her strikes don't seem to have a lot of power behind them, but her fast-paced repeated hits seem to make up for that.

Her shoes, which I hadn't noticed till now, are the highest freaking heels I've ever seen. High heeled ankle boots with spikes running up and down the heel, and covering the toe of the boot...but the spikes aren't for decoration. They're sharpened to extremely sharp points of various sizes.

And she knows how to use them.

Her leg swings out and her foot slams into the side of one of the guys, digging into his skin and ripping a lot of it away. He screams and she proceeds to bring her leg up into the one place she really shouldn't.

Both me and Chase visibly flinch as the guy screams even louder. She doesn't waste any time, however, and drives a knife into his chest and pulls it up, splitting him open.

"Normally-even though she's clearly doing just fine on her own-I'd get in there and help her," Chase says to me as we both finish off the guys on our side of the room. "But I feel like if we get involved, she's going to take out some of that pent up anger on us."

I just nod as I stare at her.

She's pissed. For what reason, I don't know. Nor do I care so long as she continues to take her anger out on the guys trying and failing to fight her off.

One guy comes at her and she grabs a corkscrew opener off the bar counter. She spins around so quickly I'm shocked she doesn't get whiplash. Her hand grips the corkscrew opener in her hand and she brings her arm back before jamming it into the guy's eye.

Blood gushes down his face and he screams, his hands flying up to cover his eye as she rips the corkscrew opener out, pulling out his eye in the process.

She pulls her hand back again before shoving the corkscrew opener into his throat and twisting it. He gurgles as blood comes running out of his mouth and he collapses on the floor with the first guy.

Another guy grabs her from behind and puts his arm around her neck. A second grabs hold of her legs when she tries to kick the first one.

But just as me and Chase move in to help her, her hand grabs hold of the neck of one of the liquor bottles and she brings it down on the guy's head. He releases his grip on her neck just as she jerks her legs free and brings the spiked, bloody toe end of her heel into his face, ripping away most of it and leaving it a bloody, mangled and unrecognizable mess.

She kicks him away from her, freeing herself and turns towards the guy who was holding her neck, she uses the broken neck of the bottle as a weapon as she stabs him repeatedly all over his torso, and head. He drops to the floor lifeless and she throws the broken bottleneck into the other guy's neck, and he drops immediately afterward.

She's on her knees on the ground, her hands resting by her side as a gun is loaded and placed into the back of her head by none other than Elaine.

Even though she's got a smug smile on her face as if she just beat this girl, she's scared. The look in her eyes shows it.

"On your feet." She growls at the girl and she rises slowly to her feet, her hands are up in surrender...but the look on her face says it all.

She ain't going down that easy.

Elaine doesn't have the chance to react as the girl spins around and grabs hold of Elaine's wrists, shoving the gun upwards as it goes off.

She slams her heel down on Elaine's foot before kicking her with her blood-soaked spiked heels right in her shin.

Elaine screams and there's a sickening crack from the force of the kick to her shins. The skin's been ripped away to reveal the bone underneath. Which has been split and happens to be jutting out from under the skin.

Elaine falls backward on the ground and tries to crawl away from this girl, but me and Chase move into her path, blocking her from escaping. She looks up at us, eyes watery and filled with pain and fear. She looks back behind her as the clicking of heels catches her attention.

She takes slow and deliberate steps towards Elaine, kicking at debris as she walks, tauntingly slow. She stares straight at Elaine and she whimpers, cowering in front of the girl.

I lean down so I'm closer to Elaine. "I was planning on killing you myself," I growl out. "But I'm thinking it's a much better idea to let her have you."

Elaine turns paler than she already is and begins to cry, begging us to do something. Begging her not to kill her. The girl picks up something from behind the bar. Something that she clearly stashed there earlier.

A very familiar silver dagger.

She spins it slowly, allowing it to catch on the light and Elaine flinches, trying to crawl away. She doesn't take her eyes off it as she begins to speak to Elaine.

"This was found in the chest of one of the agents." She says lowly, her voice scarily calm.

Elaine whimpers as the girl leans down to her level and stares her right in the eyes.

"Please, please don't" Elaine pleads pathetically.

"Funny." The girl mutters quietly as if a thought she didn't mean to say. "It's funny, cause that's the first thing I pleaded to you."

Elaine pales even more.

"But what was it you told me?..." She trails off before snapping her fingers like she's had the biggest realization ever. "Oh right. Any last words?"

Elaine's face hardens as she tries to make an attempt at being brave.

"You're not going to get away with this." She spits at the girl. The girl twirls the dagger faster and faster before plunging it into Elaine's good leg.

Elaine screams out in pain and tries to remove the dagger from her leg but this girl keeps it firmly in there, her hand never leaving the handle.

"Normally," She starts as Elaine continues to scream. "Protocol states that we have to bring in any of you people alive if we have the chance. We're only supposed to kill you if we have no other choice."

The girl looks over at us as she twists the dagger still in Elaine's leg.

"I don't think I had a choice in killing her, do you?" Both me and Chase shake our heads in response to her question. "Oh good. We're all on the same page."

She turns her attention back to Elaine and rips the dagger from her leg. She digs it into her shoulder before dragging it down. Elaine continues to scream.

"Please, please stop." Elaine cries out in between her screams and sobs.

"The poison in this dagger will kill you no matter what happens here. It's a poetic and miserable end for someone like you." The girl replies, completely ignoring Elaine's pitiful pleas.

"And basically I kill you no matter what. Either the poison gets to you...or I kill you now." The girl's face hardens into something evil, something angry. "I'm impatient. So the latter sounds a lot nicer to me."

She pulls the dagger from Elaine's arm and presses it against her throat. Elaine struggles to free herself.

"When I said I'd cut off your head...I meant it." The girl hisses venomously. "You're going to want to close your eyes for this...cause I'm not going to close them for you when your head rolls away from your body."