The Hunt

Chapter 4 - Heaven and Hell.

I gave him a snobby look when I got the opportunity to swivel my head, and he just smirked. "Kobey, get the hell in here." He shouted abruptly.

I brought my eyes back to the door, where a shorter male came in, wearing a mask to cover his face. There were dreadlocks sticking out of the back of the mask, making me realize I had never seen this guy before, ever.

Fear swelled in me again when I saw he was carrying what looked to be a bat. Sliding my feet on the floor to try and get away from both of them again, to the point where I shut my eyes and almost accepted fate.

If I get brain damage because I'm taking another hit to the head I'm gonna blow up New York—

Once again, a throbbing pain and dizziness filled my eyes, until I fell into a black abyss.

—

"Special delivery, ladies," Striker boomed at the base down below, sliding me out of his arms onto the wet concrete. "And also to prove I'm not as bad as you make me out to be."

By the time my hand muscles were awake, they reached right into the pocket where my gun was to shoot him — but it was stripped of me, and all of my other necessities for fighting.

Kyarra was the first to race outside, firing at him with a steady aim but only hitting his riot shield used for protection in situations exactly like these. With a grunt, she started to shoot at the plane, ceasing to forget how the last bullet of his bounced right off without a dent.

"Fuck!" She cussed when he was too far away to shoot at now. Her brows almost relaxed at the sight of the totalled Regera sitting on the grass where he landed.

"Seriously?" Kya whispered, trying to help me up onto my feet. Roco rushed out afterwards, lowering to a knee to take me from her. "What the fuck, Timber. We thought you were dead."

"Good riddance." Kyarra spat hastily, before Roco shot her a glance. I frowned. "I thought you were dead." She corrected.

"Barney take you in?" I looked towards Kya, getting back up on two feet. "Yes," And then the flood of memories came in. "Roco—"

"So what's going on? Hm?" The short ginger-brunette asked, crossing her arms. "Striker's coming — we have twelve hours until he starts hunting us down."

"Hunting us down?" Roco's eyes flattened wearily. "Did you not hear me the first time? Yes — Hunting us down." I stammered, limply-jogging inside to grab some weapons and a bag to stash more items in.

"Who's 'us' in this scenario, Timber?" Kya's grip on her gun stiffened. "Rocori and I. He never mentioned anything about you, never said things to lift the idea that you were involved, he never did anything that would've included you." I stared at her, hard.

"It's not like this is some complaint, but why is he choosing just you two?" She rested her forearm on the wall next to my head.

"I don't know — I didn't really get a lot of time to ask any questions, Kya." I placed my hand on the back of my head, cringing at the blood on my fingertips.

"This fucking bastard probably has shit planned for me," She slammed her hands down loudly on the metal desk. "Fuck!" Roco felt unsettled watching this unfold, her brows were creased worriedly.