“I was aiming for the vase,” she spits, “That was your last warning.”
I have no doubt that shot would have woken half the building.
“You’re pissing me off, little girl. Put the gun down.”
She laughs, “You think you scare me?”
“I should,” I rush her, darting left to right to avoid any bullets she does try to shoot my way. A loud pop sounds and pain slices through my arm.
Bitch shot me. She fucking shot me.
My shoulder rams into her stomach and we tumble, her back slamming into the wall behind her hard enough that the frames fall from the hooks and smash on the floor. She must have dropped the gun with the impact so now she’s using any tool she can get her hands on. A hard object collides with the side of my head and I feel the skin split near my hairline, followed by a warm trickle of blood.
My patience shatters. In a move too quick for her to counter my hands go around her throat, squeezing.
I press up, straddling her hips, my fingers squeezing around her windpipe, the heels of my hands pressing down hard enough it could crush her neck. Fear flashes in her eyes as her fingers claw at my skin, her nails drawing blood as they drag through the thin flesh on the top of my hands.
Fuck this girl likes to make me bleed. I feel a steady stream of hot liquid rolling down my arm and face though the pain has been dulled by the adrenaline, pumping my system like a drug.
Ryker stands behind me, silent, simmering…
I press harder on her throat, her eyes become saucers, the blood vessels begin to pop as she tries and fails to draw oxygen into her lungs. I feel the strength starting to seep away from her body.
I’m going to kill her. Iwaskilling her.
Her hands fall away from my wrists and to the sides, the limp limbs hitting the hard wood floors beneath us with a dull thud.
“Lex!” Ryker suddenly yells, breaking the trance of taking another life and he bolts forward though he is too late. I make out the shape of a long silver blade, but I quickly recognize the object to simply be a letter opener though it’s as sharp as a knife as it slices through my thigh, cutting through the skin like butter and penetrating deep into the muscle.
“Fuck!” I bellow, my hands releasing her throat to stem the bleed.
She chokes but the fight has left her, leaving her weak beneath me. With a quick jerk, the butt of the gun slams into her temple and finally –fucking finally– she closes her eyes.