Blinded by hate

Crazy bitch

Keep going. Keep going.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

Eventually I see the front door.

The only person there is Adam.

"Elle.."

"Adam.."

"Your out?"

"Yes I am"

"Did Ava let you out?"

"You could say"

"What's Ava done?"

"Ava is dead. Don't pretend to feel bad you barely cared for her" I say calmly.

He swallows nervously.

"I didn't kill all your guards Adam. Just enough to clear out the floor for a minute"

"Elle I've always respected you-" he says.

I give him such a withering look he immediately stops his sentence.

He opens the front door and runs down the steps.

Coward.

He's so confident in himself he isn't even armed.

The sunshine blinds me for a minute.

I shoot him in the leg causing him to fall down the stairs.

He stops at the bottom gasping as he tried to sit up.

I think he has a head injury.

As well as a bullet in his leg.

It looked like a painful fall. Funny. But painful.

"That was for Ava" I shout.

I shoot him again in the other leg and he screams in agony.

I am slightly concerned on how much I enjoy the sound.

"That was for Ivan"

He's screaming and begging and pleading for mercy.

I can only smile in return.

My sympathy and kindness have all been used up.

"And this is for me"

I shoot him 3 times in the head.

I turn around to see 10 men running through the door.

I immediately fire shooting many down and then I use Adams corpse as a shield.

Bullets pole into him absorbed in his flesh.

I wince.

I keep shooting.

It's only after I run out of bullets do I see one more man there.

The others are all sprawled out.

Some dead.

Some halfway there as they lay gasping on the steps.

All the blood as turned the beautiful white marble into a fountain of red.

"Please...I'm sorry. I have a family...!" He gasps.

He's been shot in the leg.

"So did I" I respond quietly pulling out the knife.

"I just followed orders"

"Well this will teach you not to be a follower" I reply.

I grab my knife and swing it.

Like a dart.

I watch as it flys into his forehead and he drops rolling down the stairs.

Bullseye.

I sigh and turn around guessing how I'm going to get back.

I gasp.

Ivan stands there.

With 10 other men.

He's there with a gun in his hand.

But instead he's looking right at me. He steps forward and I don't move.

He keeps walking towards me and I don't move.

When he reaches me.

He takes my face in both his hands dropping his gun.

The men run into the house.

Probably to kill anyone left.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Father trained me"

"Your covered in blood"

"It's not mine" I say with a dazed smile.

I must look deranged.

He stares at me, my face still in his hands.

I watch mesmerised as I can see him contemplating a decision.

He finally decides,  I suppose, when he kissed me.

Softly. Tender.

I'm not sure what to do.

But his lips are so warm and comforting it's the first sweet thing to happen to me in such a long time.

I let him kiss me harder.

I even kiss him back.

Until he pulls away.

"I had to do that once" he says softly.

I nod and collapse into his arms.

"Baby?" He asks.

"I got stabbed in the leg"

"You did all that with a stab wound?"

"Guess I'm pretty special"

He kisses the top of my head .

It's the last thing I remember before I pass out.