He grips onto her and she screams out, “Beast, run!” I turn my head to see four other men barge in through the doors. I get to my feet and rush toward them. Bringing my hand up, I slice one of them clean across his neck, blood pouring out in rivers down his throat. I turn around, round house kicking another in the chest, causing him to fly across the room and smash into the opposite wall.
The other man that was standing there runs at me, slicing me across the chest in one sweep and I step back, throwing my weight into my right hook, landing him down cold on the floor.
I look to Courtney, who’s standing there with a machete. She must have got one on top of Kurr during all the commotion. “Leave Beast. More are coming.”
“You can come, too,” I say, rushing toward Kurr and bringing my knife down to his finger, slowly pushing the sharp side of it into his skin, sinking deeper and deeper into his flesh slowly. His screams howl out and I laugh, spitting in his face.
“Beast!” Courtney screams again. “So help me God, son. You need to go and do what you came here to do!” The door smashes open again with another group of armed soldiers bursting in. One swings his fist right into my cheek, dropping me to the ground before they’re pulling me up and dragging me across the floor to the door. I look over my shoulder at Courtney.
“Finish him!” I yell. “Meet me outside in thirty minutes!” The door slams shut halfway through my sentence and one of the guard’s jab my stomach, causing me to heave over, the metallic taste of blood spitting out of my mouth. Looking up, I count how many men are next to me. One on each side, one in the back and one in the front. My eyes drag to the belt buckle of the fucker who laid one out on me to see his heat packing on his belt. Smiling, I quickly pull my arm out of his grasp. I take hold of the gun quickly and shoot the guy who was holding a gun on me from behind before elbowing the other one in the head and shooting a round in the rest of the soldiers who were left standing. Dropping the now empty gun, I make my way down the cold corridor, ducking and hiding between walls. Pushing the finger into my pocket, I keep walking to the stairway that I know leads you down to the basement. I’ve only been in there a handful of times, but I remember exactly where it is. I round the last corner and hit the steps, dropping down them two at a time. Taking the finger out of my pocket, I push it up against the little glass pad that sits beside the door and wait as the red light turns green and the heavy doors beep, opening them up wide.
A smile stretches wide across my mouth. “Time to blow shit up.”
I’m driving down the road that leads to the compound where Beast is located when I cringe inwardly in my seat. Hella is going to lose his shit, but I need to do whatever I can do to help him. Set up or no setup, there are a million things that could go wrong and Beast is in there alone. I didn’t tell the boys I was leaving. I merely got into my car, headed home and collected my duffle bag that has my bow and arrows in. Not the arrows that Beast wanted me to use, but the modified ones that are more like little Tasers that snap into you, knocking you out for a couple hours.
The bumpy road jolts under the tires of my car and I look into my rear vision mirror again to check no-one is following. My heart hums with fear but beats with excitement. I need to be wherever Beast is and I don’t care for the repercussions right now. Turning down the dirt road, I swing to a halt and park it under the nearest tree. Getting out of my car, I throw my hoodie over my head and step my feet down onto the gravel, the crunching of stones squashing underneath my Chuck Taylors. I didn’t have time to change clothes. Lucky I was already in my skinny jeans and tank top. All I had to do was put on a hoodie. Placing the duffel bag on the road and using my car as cover, I pull out my bow and the arrows, slipping them over my shoulder in its satchel. Closing my door, I crawl to the front of my car and peer over the bonnet, narrowing my eyes to take a good look around.
“Psst!” a sound comes from the bushes and I turn my head quickly, pressing my back up against my car, my heart zaps in my chest.
“Meadow! Are you kidding me?” Jada whispers angrily though I can’t see where she is.
“Jada?” I whisper back, looking into the tall bushes trying to find her.
“In the crack, second stick to the left. Hurry,” she urges and I follow her orders, stepping into the little crease that breaks through the bush. You wouldn’t know unless you knew she’d been through it. Her firm grip wraps itself around my arm before I see her, pulling me down onto my ass.
“Ouch! Jada,” I scold her, wiping the dirt from my pants.