I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part eight

But if the choice fell on Amber or Tara... She would no doubt have been stalling, begging, whining, just like Carpenter. Most likely she would have offered herself, offered to slit her throat, slit her stomach, whatever the Ghostface wanted, as long as he didn't touch them.

Murphy restrained the furious urge to shout something rude, cruel to the Ghostface when she heard Tara's muffled whimper from Carpenter's phone. My hands itched to get a gun and put a few bullets right in his belly. So that it would not be customary to attack people.

Stopping right at the entrance, two girls jumped out of a carelessly abandoned car and rushed into the building. Sam continued to whimper pleadingly into the phone, asking for the life of both her boyfriend and her sister.

The redhead took a deep breath, ignoring Stu, who was standing to the side and jumping up and down impatiently, even clapping his hands with an excited expression on his face, as if he couldn't be patient, already wanting to watch the fight scene that would surely happen as soon as his niece and Billy's daughter got out of the elevator.

And when Catherine pulled out the gun and placed it comfortably in her palms, Macher resembled a bouncy ball in how high and often it bounced.

Murphy raised her revolver and stretched out her hand, preparing to put several bullets into the Ghost, as she had dreamed of doing in the car.

The doors opened and Sam finished saying her badass phrase, drawing the Ghostface's attention to the unexpected guests. The redhead fired a shot, it seems, even hit the masked man, but she was not sure, as he immediately ran away.

Samantha stopped by Tara, who was lying on the ground, and immediately began to help her up, trying her best not to aggravate the wounds that had already opened from the first attack.

Katherine cautiously approached Richie, and without taking her eyes off the aisle where the Ghostface disappeared, kicked the guy right in the ribs. He stirred, grunted something, but did not come to his senses. There was a small scratch on his forehead. Apparently, he was hit with his head on the door.

Murphy could barely contain her smile.

The redhead took her eyes off the aisle for a second, kicked Kirsch even harder in the side, and it was at that moment that a Ghostface attacked her, pinned her against the wall, held a knife with one hand, and grabbed her by the throat with the other.

— Kinky. — Katherine croaked, and exhaled sharply as a knee painfully hit her right in the gut, and a knife cut across her face, leaving a deep bleeding scratch above her eyebrow. If they were in an altfilm, stars would certainly fall from the girl's eyes from the force of the blow.

The hand jerked down reflexively from the pain, almost dropping the gun. Or maybe she dropped it after all. The sensitivity in the fingers disappeared suspiciously quickly and it was almost impossible to understand whether the firearm was still in the hand.

Murphy swore, hit the Ghostface hard somewhere in the head with her free hand, trying to get herself some room to maneuver, while the second one, after all, with a gun, was still clamped between their bodies.

Stu appeared behind the Ghost and silently, but with his trademark smile, resembling more of a grin, pointed to his niece at the painting hanging on the wall.

The masked man shook his head, moving away from the blow, but did not lose his grip. Ghostface, clutching the handle of the knife with both hands, began to bring the sharp blade closer to the face of the girl, who grabbed his wrist, trying to keep the weapon away from his face.

The redhead, whose pupil reflected the blade rapidly approaching her eye, could not even use a pistol to distract the attacker.

God bless Sam Carpenter, who did it for her by throwing Tara's inhaler right into the back between the shoulder blades of the Ghostface. The blow was not intended to knock out the masked killer, but only to attract attention, even for a few seconds, to the Carpenter sisters.

Taking advantage of the momentary advantage, Katherine lunged headfirst, hitting the Ghostface with her forehead right into the mask. She quickly grabbed the painting from the wall and swung it.

— Learn the art. — And she brought down the framed painting on the killer's head. The broken glass fell to the floor, and the masked man took a step back, disoriented, which put an end to their fight.

Murphy raised her hand, which felt bad from the pressure exerted by the Ghostface on her wrist, and pulled the trigger several times with a stiff finger.

The bastard in the mask, clutching the girl's wrist so tightly, must have temporarily stopped the blood flow, otherwise how to explain the absolute lethargy and inability of the red-haired girl's fingers to do anything?

She wanted to finish off the Ghostface, who was now lying unconscious, leaning against the wall, but Richie jumped up to her and grabbed her by the elbow, quickly led her towards the elevator.

Of course, it was at this moment, when all that remained was to put a bullet in the bastard's head, Kirsch came to his senses, and before that, he lay unconscious throughout the fight.

Sam, holding Tara, weakened by the repeated attack, turned her head in Katherine's direction and looked anxiously at the pale face, on which the blood still pouring from the cut above the eyebrow stood out in contrasting red.

— It's all right now, Tara. — Murphy tried to smile, wrapping her right hand around her left wrist, which would soon begin to show bruises.

Stu leaned back against the wall, looked at his niece's face with a raised eyebrow, half of which was covered in blood, and tilted his head first to one shoulder, then to the other.

— Well, the fight was... short, but intense. — Macher gave his professional comment and disappeared.