“GRAB HIS GUN!”
Tatiana is shaking and screaming so loud while the Russian throws me about. They make these fuckers with steroids, extra strength.
“T, GRAB HIS FUCKING GUN!”
Damn that girl!
“IF HE STOPPED MOVING I COULD!” She screams back as I try and tighten the cord around his neck.
Fuck it!
“GO! LOCK YOURSELF IN ONE OF THE BEDROOMS!” She shakes her head ‘no’. “NOW!”
The Russian rears back his whole body, ramming my back into the wall, taking the breath outta me. Tatiana takes off running. Thank God.
I wrap my legs around him and tighten my hold as I continue to strangle him. Why won’t he just give up already? Just when I think I about have him, he reaches back and flips me over his shoulders. I fly across the room, landing on a nightstand and rolling onto the floor. I see his boots coming before I see him. He grabs me by the hair and yanks me up into a standing position as he snarls in Russian. I knee him in the balls, and when he gives way, I try to escape by climbing over the bed. He grabs a hold of my right leg and pulls me back. His hands wrap around my neck when he’s got me close enough. I start clawing at the bedspread as I gasp for breath, when out of the corner of my eye, I spot a gun handle from underneath the pillow. Oh Sniper, I fucking love you, you paranoid fucker! I claw for it and claw for it, finally getting it in my grasp. If I had breath, I would scream because I don’t know where the fucking safety is on it. I throw my arm up and start beating him in the head with the gun handle, my movements loosening his grip around my neck enough to where I can rear back and head butt him. He groans, and I fling myself forward and roll off the bed. I quickly scamper back up and start throwing shit at him as I try working the safety on this gun. As he blocks the shit I’m hurling at him, he’s searching around for his gun. My eyes land on it first and I dive for it, dropping Sniper’s on my way. The Russian lands hard on top of me. I elbow him in the nose when I have the gun in my hand. He starts cursing at me in Russian again, and I push myself backwards as I take aim. A piercing sound rings out, and the Russian’s brains splatter across the room.
“STORM?”
Mason!
“I’m here,” I croak, my voice hoarse. He enters the doorway and drops down in front of me. I’m gasping for air, and he surveys the room. “Oh shit baby! You fought, you fucking fought back!”
I nod my head yes, as I rub my throat. “Tatiana!” I gasp and take off on my hands and knees until I can get upright.
“MACE!” I scream out hoarsely.
Oh god, oh god.
“We’re back here!” Mace yells back.
When I stumble through the door of the room, I stop, and Mason slams into my back.
“It’s not our blood.” Mace answers quickly and points to the right. “It’s that motherfucker’s!”
Berry, Rap, and Winter. I take off, bounding down the steps, one floor after another. When I hit the landing, my ankle almost gives out as I run and bang on the bathroom door. Rap calls back that everything is okay and I fly towards the utility closet.
“ANGEL!” Braxxon roars.
“She’s in here,” I call back as I work, removing all the shit I threw on top of the crawl space door.
Both Mason and Braxxon run up to the door. “Where the fuck is she?” Braxxon curses at me.
“I locked her in the damn crawl space. She was trying to play fucking Rambo.”
Braxxon pushes me outta the way, and when Mason picks me up by my arms, I give way and start bawling. Fuck, what a nightmare.
“It’s okay.” Mason croons.
“No it’s not. I couldn’t figure out the safety on Sniper’s gun,” I gasp through my tears. “I almost died. That’s not okay.”
Mason stiffens beneath me.
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?” Winter yells as Braxxon helps her outta the crawlspace. “GOING AROUND SAVING EVERYONE BUT YOUR FUCKING SELF!”
He stiffens more beneath me.
“I… I promised Mason I wouldn’t let anything happen to them.”
Rap and Berry come out of the bathroom. “Storm threw us into the tub, and took off after Tatiana, Mace, and Winter.”
Mason pulls away and stares at me.
“She tried strangling the Russian that was trying to rape me too,” Tatiana says, while coming down the other side of the hall.”
Motherfuck!
“I FUCKING PROMISED!” I scream, jerking away from Mason and walking towards the downstairs couch.
“Storm,” Mason growls low as he sits beside me. “What are they talking about?”
“Don’t ask me to make promises and not expect me not to fulfill them Mason,” I say while rubbing at my neck. I lift my fingers and see blood.