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Silently, I moved towards the back part of the house, careful enough not to get hit by a stray bullet. The front door opened loudly, but, by that time, we were already outside. We didn’t have time to close the door before sprinting towards the woods.
I was definitely some sort of a psychic.
“You go left. I’ll go right.”
Davorin’s tone left no room for objections. With a blink and a laugh of disbelief, I hid myself behind a tall, thick tree. He went to the other side but stayed close to me. Instead of looking at the people we had to deal with, goosebumps tugged my skin. His eyes were on me.
My eyes closed, waiting for the motherfuckers to crawl out of the house. Noises came from the inside: crashing, windows shattered, doors were kicked down. The knife and gun I’d taken from the kitchen were tucked in my pants, hidden at the back. Those were my last resort, if it came to that. The second gun I brought was safely in my hands, always ready to fire.
There was a specific tree I’d discovered when I was planting my weapons. Not sure how or why it happened, but it had a hollow hole that was big enough to fit my rifle. In situations like these, a rifle would be the easiest to wipe out the pests, but it was further in the back and I couldn’t get a hold of it immediately.
With a sigh, I turned my eyes towards the house. One by one, they flew out. I counted twelve of them, along with another man that seemed to vanish. It was either a delusion of mine, or it was someone who worked in the same field as Davorin—and that was a problem.
“Did you see him?” I whisper-yelled.
A shiver ran down my spine as Adrik’s hot breath was on my neck. With a small glance over my shoulder, I reminded myself not to lower my guard like that again. The next time might be fatal.
He slowly placed his hand on my shoulder, as if to reassure me. I wasn’t worried or anxious. Instead of feeling relieved by his touch, it only made me want to feel more of his touch on my skin.
“Yeah, I don’t know where he is. He’s my problem. You focus on these bastards, and please keep at least one or two of them alive.”
Then, he disappeared, blending in with the deep night.
It was pitch black. The only reason I saw those men clearly was because of the light that came from the house. They weren’t as lucky, though. I was hidden well and unless they had some sort of night vision, it would take them some time to locate me.
A quick prayer, and I was ready.
As soon as my bullet pierced through the air, hitting the closest target, they returned the favor. They were shooting and hoping to get a lucky hit. Their voices were low and in a foreign language. It pissed me off. Amongst the few languages I spoke, or at least understood, Albanian wasn’t one of them.
I crouched down, aiming at their legs. I managed to take out another three before I ran out of bullets. I’d been carelessly shooting, the excitement bubbling in my stomach. That adrenaline rush that I craved was finally there, and I hadn’t been counting how many bullets I was shooting out.
Four down, eight more to go.
Davorin’s presence vanished into thin air. He was searching for the assassin. Despite not being in need of his help, I hated that he had the most fun. Likely, he would get to fight and chase his opponent.
The men that charged towards the woods at a sprint were a mere distraction. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who the leader was for this troop, albeit a useless one. From what I’d gathered from their body language, he was telling them which way to go.
Two went on the right side, two on the left. The remaining four charged straight ahead. There was a small window of opportunity for me to run towards where the rifle was hidden, and I took it.
Small branches snapped underneath my feet, audible enough for them to catch a glimpse of me. A bullet rain followed suit, and I managed to dodge the biggest ones without looking back. These men didn’t lack precision, but the field wasn’t theirs. That was the only upper hand I had at the moment.
I’d underestimated them way too soon.
Two bullets grazed me, one on my upper left arm and the other on my cheek. It wasn’t too deep, but the blood dripped. The mere thought of having a scar on my face made me want to scream my lungs out. They dared to put a bump on my pretty face? Having scars on my body terrified me, given how many hours and how much money I spent taking care of it.
At least the dark forest ahead comforted me. The sound of bullets mixed with the branches swaying in the wind sounded too much like my life story. Beautiful on the eyes, yet the inside was terrifyingly hollow.
“Say goodnight, Ekaterina Kalashnikova.”
The roughness and mockery in his voice made me halt. Slowly, I turned to the side, where an older man—almost as old as my father—stood. The gun was aimed towards my heart, his eyes narrowed. He didn’t blink, as if he was afraid I’d disappear if he looked away from me, even for a second.
“Goodnight.”
Davorin’s voice echoed before he used the back of his gun to knock him out. One of the two I was ordered to spare. His body fell to the ground soundlessly. Davorin caught him before he managed to make noise. Without missing a beat, I took out the rifle and got it ready.
“Have you ever used that?”
“No, but I’m a fast learner.”
