Note: okay so this is a rather intense chapter and was a little hard to write! I may make changed to it to perfect it but publishing it now :) Unedited. Please leave comments and vote!! I hope you are excited as I am :)
Badr:
The wind roared around me as I sped off the highway, my knuckles white on the handles of the motorbike. Above me the heavy clouds thundered and glowed from within as lightening whipped the sky.
Bilal was close behind me on an identical vehicle, both of us in perfect sync in our movements. Taking the BMW would have firstly announced our presence for any Buria sentries and also kept us lagging in traffic. Besides motorbikes allowed for illegal maneuvering.
I was hardly geared up, having only allowing myself to throw on my black half sleeved shirt, jacket and pants. But I was carrying with me more weapons then I usually brought; two revolvers, a larger gun and a few small explosives. I was going to make sure today was the day where Buria would be scared shitless, where they would wish they were never ever born.
I could still hear the chilling howl of pain that had sounded through the line when I'd called Jax. Somehow I knew this was serious. Besides, the imports from Russia stocked up a substantial portion of Cedochi equipment and trade for New Forest, which was its capital. If Buria got their hands on any of the stuff it would be...very annoying. Not to mention the utter disgrace.
We arrived at the port and jogged our way through the series of archways that opened up to the semi-circle bay of land where our imports arrived. It was a semi-private area of the dock- not many people tended to come here because Cedochi guards looked intimidating enough.
"Try not to lose it" Bilal muttered as the final archway came into view, opening up to the scene below. I rolled my eyes, "Bilal-" but the scene below stopped my words.
All I could see at first was the beauty of orange fire on an indigo backdrop of night sky. It was spread in some places, like careless smudges and smears on a canvas.
Then I noticed what was actually happening.
The ship was thankfully well out of range, its lights glaring in all directions. I could see men lined up on its deck from here, watching what was happening ashore with grim faces. Cedochi and Buria fought intensely betwixt the fire, guns going off, people falling. Many of them were engaged in hand to hand combat- by now the bullets had been mostly exhausted it seemed, but no one was going to call it quits. A sense of bloodlust grew within me, and my chest thrummed with energy and excitement. I was going to get some real exercise today, and Buria were going to fall very fast and very quick.
"Looks pretty serious" Bilal observed, unhanging his larger, almost rifle like weapon over his neck, "it's a wonder the police or reporters aren't here yet"
"Its good. Easy pickings today" I jerked my head at the scene, "it almost looks like Buria are holding their ground. They're getting better aren't they brother?"
Bilal met my gaze and grinned with a glint in his eyes, "Better put them back in their place"
I nodded and quickly descended down, making no effort to hide myself. I wanted them to know Badr AbdulQadir was here, and he was not going to let them live.
Ethan:
Bang!
Ethan fired at a nearby advancing Cedochi, who did not even flinch as the bullet whizzed past him. He was tall and carelessly handsome but his eyes were red and his fists clenched. Ethan stood his ground, raising his gun to fire again.
Click!
Cursing, he backed away, dropping the now empty and useless pistol. He didn't know how many he'd shot at but this was the time he needed it most. The guy looked like one of those higher up Cedochi like Badr- his way of moving was identical to the Lebanese monster's.
"Where will you go?" He sneered with a slight Russian accent, "up to heaven or down to hell?"
"Neither" Ethan muttered, taking a fighting stance. All those martial arts lessons were not for nothing after all- Lucian Hallows had been preparing his son for this moment.
The tall Cedochi raised his eyebrows in amusement and Ethan beckoned with his hand, his heart beating very fast, adrenalin coursing through him. The guy observed him for a few moments, then took up a stance also, his blood shot eyes narrowed.
They circled each other and it was the guy who made the first move, lunging out unexpectedly, and would have landed a very heavy blow to Ethan had he not managed to deflect it at the last minute.
From there it was fully fledged, each ready to kill. The Russian guy moved with deadly grace, his moves calculated dispute his unhinged appearance. Ethan remained on the defensive, not willing to let there be any opening. But within five minutes it was the Cedochi who had a split lip and Ethan who was aching all over feeling bruises bloom on his chest and legs. Do not underestimate Cedochi... Harrison's advice echoed in his head and he snarled in a renewed effort to overcome the guy. He slammed his palm in his chest, rock hard torso underneath, and lifted his knee but was blocked by a quick maneuver on the russian's part which locked Ethan's head in his embrace, tight and unmoving.
"Give up" he hissed, his breath hot against Ethan's neck, "I haven't even given you half of what I can do- that's saved for someone...special"
His voice sent chills down his back but he was not going to succumb to him. He bit hard into his forearm, his teeth sinking into bare skin. The guy roared in anger, pushing him away. Ethan scrambled to his feet and took off, flying between the neatly stacked storage boxes, his feet pounding against the concrete. It was dark but everything was under some illumination by the fires which their Buria guys had set via small explosives. They would die out soon, but smoke still clogged the air and everything smelt of blood, sweat and smoke. The noise muffled any sound of footsteps behind him so he didn't know if the now very pissed off Russian guy was behind him or not.
"Badr!" Someone shouted nearby and a chill ran through Ethan. He rolled up behind an abandoned van and peered over it, hoping very badly that he hadn't heard that particular name.
At first there was no evidence of Badr. Buria were in the process of retreat but many of them were here and fewer Cedochi, which gave them the upper hand. He saw a large chested man who had features which resembled Badr, watching the scene from his elevated position on a large artistic sculpture of a boat. He would occasionally shoot, relieving pressure off a Cedochi here or there, but otherwise he was calmly assessing the situation. That could mean only one thing- he was certain this was coming to an end.
It was time for Buria to leave.
Oh, but how would they leave so easily when Badr AbdulQadir had arrived?
Ethan watched with a surge of anger and fear as the guy emerged from the thick of the smoke, dirt smeared on his face as well as splatters of blood in his bare arms. His expression was unsmiling but a cruel cold glint shone in his eyes. He had killed tonight, and Ethan was sure they'd return home with half the amount of men they'd left with.
Where are you Harrison?
Badr:
"Finally!" Alec shouted over a group of Buria swarming around him. Like most of them here Alec too had run out of ammunition for his and was in hand to hand combat. This whole thing was ridiculous, I didn't remember Buria ever sticking around till the point where they were prepared to fight like school children on open ground. I nodded up at Bilal, who'd been waiting for me, and he jumped down from his perch, revolver in hand. I'd used most of my explosives already and had only two left, as well as one last loaded gun. Choosing to announce my arrival I unpicked the pin off the first explosive and lobbed it at a bunch of Buria who'd been trying to slip away. They shouted in panic moments before there was a burst of blinding flames, licking the wood of empty cargo boxes, spreading in all their glory.
"Not so fast!" I exclaimed in amusement as a scrawny Buria boy tried scrabbling away from me. He turned on his heels and ran, but not before I sent a warning shot just past his flailing arms.
Who are you to-
Shut up Laila.
Alec joined me after I dispatched the men around him, watching them fall with savage pleasure.
Who are you to decide-
Shut. Up.
"Look at them run" he panted, grinning, "how pathetic is that"
"What's pathetic is how you let them get this far" I returned coldly, "I'd think at least Vitaly and Jax would hold their own"
"Badr" Alec began uneasily, "Vit- Christina- this Buria guy stabbed her-"
In an instant I turned my focus to him, stepping closer. I knew exactly who could have done that.
"What did he look like?" I asked in a low voice, my words clear as crystal. Alec looked slightly taken aback but something behind me caught his attention. The pupils diluted, the whites of his eyes showed.
"Badr- move!" Bilal shouted, coming out of nowhere and bulldozing Alec and I out of the way where a split second there was a deafening bang and a earth shaking explosion.
"Fuck" Bilal snarled, shielding his eyes. But I was gazing into the glare of the blaze, excitement tingling inside me. There, half hidden by his wall of fire was the Green Snake, his eyes fixated on mine for a millisecond before he ducked his head and took off. I tore past Bilal and Alec, ignoring Bilal's roar of "Badr! GET BACK HERE!", jumping in the inferno and out into the open air where the figure who ran before me was my sole focus.
At first I though he wanted to take us into isolation where he'd foolishly think he could do away with me but I soon realized Buria rides were parked at the end of this expanse of bare land. Most of the fleeing idiots had abandoned their vehicles and taken off, and some were wheeling away, uncaring of their leader. I followed him, quickly gaining ground, a malicious sense of victory in my heart. Who knew the Green Snake would be so easy to-
"Oomf!" I flattened myself on the ground just as a very sharp knife sliced past my head and buried itself firmly in the ground. I caught the flash of those green eyes and anger surged within me. How dare he? I dislodged the knife and hid it in my jacket. He was gaining ground fast, but I trusted my aim. Taking a deep breath I unpinned my last explosive, took two steps back and one forward, and hurled it across the expanse of empty ground. The explosive sailed over his head and we both watched as it disappeared in the midst of the remaining cars and bikes.
"Three" I called, quietly moving forward-
"Two"
-the ground shuddered-
"One"
BOOM
We watched in unison as car after car steadily exploded. A chain reaction, I remembered from nuclear physics earlier this week.
"You fucking asshole" the guy growled as he turned around slowly,his green eyes ablaze. I cocked an eyebrow, amused he'd just been running from me a few seconds ago and was now prepared to take me on.
"I'll finish this right here" he continued, shrugging off his duster, revealing a body that had light build, "right now"
I grinned, "same"
Without giving him a moments notice I'd struck forward like lightening, everything I'd learnt about Karate, Kung Fu and kick boxing kicking in. My fist was about to connect with his jaw just before he managed to deflect it. I winked and slammed my knee into his stomach, hearing the satisfying 'oomf!'. He managed to grasp my foot on his way down and we were soon rolling around on the ground, each furiously pummeling into the other. He somehow found himself straddling me, locking me under him. I kicked the back of his head with a snarl, pushing him off me and grabbing his collar, dragging him ruthlessly on the ground.
"How dare you" I growled, slamming him down so his head smashed against the hard dirt, "-think you could touch my charge and send a little message for us?"
His head lolled back and he groaned and I ripped off his face covering. It was an ugly sight, marred so badly everything seemed distorted.
But I felt no pity.
Instead fury rose in me. This guy had terrorized Laila so badly and was the possible reason why she was so sick with fear all the time.
I didn't think he deserved to live.
Who are you to decide who can live and who can-
"Die!" I shouted, finishing her sentence in frustration and landing blow after blow on him. My fists became bloody and my vision tinged red, but I couldn't stop. He even stopped struggling but I couldn't hear or see anything over her words and her face.
Who are you to decide who can live and who can die? Another memory conjured up her voice whenever she approached me.
Badr?
I could almost feel her soft delicate fingers on my shoulder.
Badr...who are you to decide who can live and who can die? Badr...
Badr?
I stopped.
Staggering backwards slightly I gripped my hair and tried to think. I was Badr AbdulQadir why was this so difficult? I'd killed countless Buria tonight and this one deserved to die the most. But I couldn't do it. I just couldnt.
"Listen up" I snarled, dragging up the Green Snake like a ragdoll, "I won't kill you yet, but I'll make sure every second you're alive you will regret my decision"
The unconscious boy gave no response but the loll of his head was all I needed.