CHIARA
The lights went off, and it was my cue. "Fuck! Go and check the light!" One of them barked. While two of them took out their flashlights. Of course they had fucking flashlight! Fuckers!
I advanced in silence but hurried steps, energy pulsating in my veins.
"This is why I told you we should just kill them and go. We're wasting time here!" the other one replied.
The same man turned just in time for me to plunge the knife on his throat.
He gagged while I extracted my knife and hurriedly took cover behind a couch.
His body plopped. I only managed a single breath when a rain of bullets came at the spot I was just now. I lowered myself watching the dead man's body getting jostled with bullets. A loud cry came and then it was silenced instantly at the other end of the living room. "What the hell is going on?" Shouted one of them.
My throat dried with an intake of heavy breaths.
"Someone is here!"
"Do you think they're back?"
"Fuck! We should've been gone by now!" I peeked over and saw them standing in cover position. Too far to reach but never too far for a bullet.
I pulled out the gun hastily and before I could grasp it… it dropped down. Shit! "Over there!" Another round of bullets showered at the couch. I covered my head and lay flat on the floor. The sound thrummed in my veins and settled in my pounding heart. My hands were shaking as I reached for the gun on the floor.
A strangled cry came from one of them and I rushed to the other couch, staying low. Gunshots echoed in my ears. I took a deep breath and swung around shooting straight to the skull of the one behind a pillar. Blood gushed out and I ducked down. His heavy body plopped down. "No! Not my daughter please!" Francesca cried out.
My eyes widened and I raised my head just enough to see. There were about three of them left and had both Celia and her mother at a gunpoint. "If you don't come out right now, I'm shooting both of these bitches." Uttered the one holding Celia. My gaze followed her range of vision and gasped. Marcelo was lying unconscious on the floor. My heart skipped a beat and my fists clenched. Tears blurred my vision as rage surged in my bloodstreams.
If these people thought, they could come and kill my family then they were so fucking wrong. I was going to kill them. All of them.
I rose and shot as I walked out of the shadows. Screaming with burning and tearing eyes. Each gunshot from my side was swift and calculated. Ducking from place to place as I dodged the bullets flying from everywhere. A guttural cry escaped my mouth when a hot substance pierced on my shoulder.
I soared and collided with one of them. Jabbed him below his chin with the gun before pulling the trigger. Bullets flew around us and I ducked and used him as a shield. I grounded my legs as his body shook at the impact. I shoved the lifeless body.
A punch connected with my left cheeks. I winced, spitting blood and staggered back. The big man, my worst nightmare, grabbed me around my waist and body slammed me to the one of the couches. The gun slipped from my grasp.
I flinched, air rushing out of my lungs. My hands blindly reached for a flower vase on a side table and smashed it on his head. He recoiled, punching me everywhere and I used the remaining piece to gut his throat. I was breathing heavily and pushed the guy off, wincing as pain shot on my bleeding shoulder.
When I rose to my feet I had the big man's gun in my hand. There was only one of them left. And Black had the wailing Francesca in his safety. The fool dragged the sobbing Celia on her feet, holding the gun at her neck. "If you make even a single move, I'm shooting her." He warned, panicking.
I gripped the gun in my hand, glaring at him and took a step forward, "If you dare to pull that trigger, I'll make you regret coming to this world." I said. He shot to the ground where I was standing before pressing the gun harder on her neck. All the while I didn't flinch and stayed rooted. "Don't you fucking move!" My heart raced anxiously. Celia shut her eyes, tears streaming down her red face.
Gunshots rang outside. My mind raced. They're here. Agitation shone on his face. His head restlessly looking down at the fallen bodies. "Drop your gun and kick it to the side! Now!" He demanded. I did as he said. Eyes not leaving his. He started moving backwards with Celia. His head frantically turned between the exit doors and me. I followed with calm steps, my hand slowly going behind my waist.
When he reached the door, he shoved Celia. I tossed the knife before he even turned the door handle. It stuck behind his skull and across the door. Keeping him in place with blood dripping out. My hands dropped to my sides, letting out a breath of relief.
Celia scrambled from the floor and crushed me with a hug. Sobbing while her body shook profusely. I shut my eyes, groaning in silence. Those fuckers! I raised my good hand and patted her back. "It's okay. You're okay now, Celia." She pulled back, sniffling with her bloodshot eyes. We walked back to the living room. It was all messed up with shattered things and blood splattered on the floor and walls.
We found Marcelo sitting with Francesca sobbing in her arms. I let go of Celia's hand, letting out a deep breath. Celia ran to her parents. They both hugged and kissed her. They were alive. I thought I lost yet another father tonight. "You're bleeding, Madam." Black walked over to me. I shook my head, smiling. "I'm fine." I wasn't. He didn't look convinced. I pressed his shoulder, "You did good, Black." He was actually a great help. I couldn't tell how I was going to end all of those men on my own. The fact that I had to switch off my humanity tonight terrified me.
The corner of his lips lifted. "You were amazing, Madam. Forgive me for doubting you." Cars screeched outside. I waved him off. Gave the family a last look before walking back like how I came in. I pushed the kitchen door open and staggered forward. My face twisted in pain and breathing became a task. I groaned. Tears streamed like a broken dam.
I dragged myself out and found Queen pacing around without a care of this world. I couldn't tell how she was still here with all the commotion back there. I trudged to her and caressed her mane with my shaking hand. "You are a Queen for a reason." I leaned and kissed her. She did great tonight too.
I looked at her for a short while. Then took a deep breath, lifted my leg and with so much struggle I was able to mount her. Breathing like I was forced underwater for a minute and pulled out. Flinching as I looked down at my shoulder. The pain was unimaginable. The world was spinning around me. I twisted the reins around my one hand and kicked, "Let's go, Queen."