TAKEN

[26]

Yet, again, he led us to another room where Mama's captured guards sat in chains, others bleeding. I wondered how he had been able to accomplish so much in a short time. Banishing the thought, I reserved those questions for another time.

He dispatched the rest of us to search the rooms and bring out anyone hiding in there. After the search, we returned empty-handed but another group came back with some kitchen maids and bartenders. We secured them and proceeded to the next building which was Mama's abode.

As we approached, I counted thirteen heavily armed men standing around her house. I smiled within me and readied my weapon for a brutal fight. We hid in the shadows and waited till they were distracted. Then we ran into them from all angles.

"The gun?" I shouted at Carlos as we raced towards the guards. He tossed the weapon to me. I sighted a stick and quickly grabbed it off the floor. My eyes flashed around me they outnumbered us two to one.

Nurse Dima had already taken out one of them and was in fierce combat mode with the other. Her gun was hopeless on the floor and all she had was her fist. She punched him in the face, jumping high to knock him out, but he was taller, faster, and ready. He grabbed her and yanked her to the ground, punching her face severally.

"Dima!" I screamed, rushing to her side but it was a futile journey because strong hands pulled me from the back and tossed me into a trash can.

A groan oozed out of my mouth as I tried to get back up, but he was on me again, kicking me in my stomach. I felt air gush out of my mouth with speed. Pain radiated all over me as his boots made contact with my body.

I searched for my gun, but it was magically missing. "Where is it?" I mumbled, pulling myself up to find it, and getting the sand off my face.

But my assailant didn't give me an inch. He picked me up, lifted me high like the American wrestling sport, then he flung me ruthlessly on the ground. Something cracked, and I couldn't move. A loud wail escaped me, filling my ears with terrifying shrieks. I tapered the sound with my left hand and searched my surroundings quickly.

My stick in my state of haze, came into view, I grabbed it and swung hopelessly at the hulk standing above me. He leisurely kicked it away, bent over, and punched my face till I saw the glorious rainbow stars.

Of course, I cursed him out but my mind was Immediately thinking about what I was going to do. But before I could come up with a plan, I heard a sudden rush of footsteps, lots of them. I opened my bloodshot eyes and watched multiple boots on the ground.

My attacker lifted himself off me and grabbed something from his back pocket. "A gun!" I gasped.

Quickly, I pulled out the dagger I had in my shoes and slid towards him. But I was late, his gun went off and I heard multiple bodies thump on the ground. They were kids,  
Kidnapped kids. Victims like me who were fighting for our collective freedom.

I almost screamed but I knew I needed to stop him before he did more harm. I pushed further, This time I was closer. Raising my body behind him, with a single stab in the back, I did him in.

Instantly, he fell. I grabbed his gun off him and began shooting at the many guards who had suddenly swarmed the place.

The rest of our team with the survivors were also in that space, fighting. Minutes later, We had subdued the guards and tied them up. I got off the floor and looked around me. Bodies littered the floor. So many were injured.

Dima and I, plus the rest of the survivors carried our people to a safe place and had some of ours attend to them. The rest of us marched on.  This was not how I envisioned it, I just wanted these kids safe. Every one of us, but there was just too much bloodshed.