Forty-One
Am I surprised that he's part of this? Nah, not really. I sort of have figured that one out when Arialyn came crashing our wedding, and he actually don't look like he's terrified. He may seem like he's been shocked, but he don't look scared for his life. Not even for a second. Obviously I don't know how involved Kyle is in this little 'goal' and I don't even know if what he feels for me is real or he's just faking.
The thoughts of him been faking it hurts me to death. I may not be so in love with the guy, but I genuinely thought he will be someone I'd end up with. Putting aside my feelings for Jack, that guy don't even make a move with me until now. I really thought Kyle will be my best second choice.
God I sound like a player, I thought to myself.
His eyes met mine and for that one second, I swear I saw how upset he was. I mean I'm at the point where I don't even know if I'm hallucinating or I'm completely aware of my surroundings. I mean I occasionally saw Damien at the corner of the room from time to time. I'm losing blood, my head might not be at the right place. I focus my attention back on Kyle, his face blank from any emotion. I lean alittle bit closer to Vincent so I can whisper to him, "Are you seeing this too?"
He face turn to me, giving me a questioning look. I sighed, "I mean is what I'm seeing real? At some point I felt like I'm losing it." I explained, "So do you see that guy with Peter too?"
He chuckled very lowly, "Yes I can see him clearly standing there beside Peter." He confirmed shaking his head at me.
"Now listen up!" Kyle spoke very loudly, "You're all gonna cooperate with us or you'll die. Your choice-"
"Okay honestly, what's going to happened now?" I cut him off, "Are you taking us all to a field trip?" I question. I'll never understand this situation, like you're seeking our cooperation? Dude don't know how to be a criminal.
I saw a few seconds of Kyle's amused reaction just before I've been blessed with a very hard smack. From who you wondering? It's obviously none other than Peter of course. I turn my head back at him, he had clenched his fist just as another hand grab my around my neck. "You're testing my patience Elaina Morris..." At the mention of my name, a chorus of gasp echoes in the room. "I might just have to take your life right now."
His hand that wrapped around my neck tightened, cutting my air supplies. I didn't show him any fear, I hold his gaze, challenging him. I heard Vincent getting up, probably to help me I don't know but someone stopped him. My eyes starts to watering. His smirk sinisterly. "You're...Crazy..." I manage to choked out and in instant his smirk faded and his hold on me tightened. He let me go, dropping to the ground, I coughed and gasp for air.
There's not much time for me to recover, in seconds he grab a handful of my hair and drag me all the way across the room where it's much more emptier compared to the other side that's filled with the students horrified at the scene unfold before them. "It's time you learn I'm not someone you should mess with," I heard Peter growled. Ah he's finally losing it.
I don't know how I manage to summoned every strength in me, I grab his wrists that's holding on to my hair gripping it tightly digging my nails into his skin and twist his arm while quickly getting up as he let my hair go. His eyes widened, surprised by my reaction. He quickly composed himself, and try to get off my hold which I quickly try and block by smashing his head to the concrete wall. A few of his buddies ran towards me, I retrieve the gun from Peter's back pocket, knowing full well it's not being loaded from how light it feels somehow. I'm used to feeling a loaded gun and I can tell a difference, or is that just one of my hidden talent? The bald dude that reach to me first throws a punch to which I quickly ducked, move behind him and smash the bottom of the gun to his head holding on to one of his heavy arms twisting it and kicking the person behind me.
"Shit." I swore realising this is too much for me to take on myself. Yes I'm a great fighter, but no one can really manage to handle 100 of people all by themselves. Maybe in the movies, but not in real life. Definitely not reality. I was backhanded by some guy I can't see cause there's just too many. I was being circled. At this point, I don't know why they didn't think of shooting me yet. Could it possibly be because they're poor and they've ran out of bullets? I wouldn't know. I grab the fist before it could hit my face and punch his sides just under the armpit where I know would hurt before dodging from someone else's attack.
I spin around about to make a run out of it, but I feel a gun just behind my head. I turn my head slightly, "Oh it's you." I said scowling. Kyle's lips tugged to an amused smile before it quickly faded away and a hard expression rest on his handsome face. "I must say I'm quite disappointed that you're here involved in this part."
Peter who had finally regained conscious, shot me a glare. I wasn't intimidated. I put my hands up, "I gotta at least try you know so none of my friends can't say I didn't try and escape cause I did and it's really hard considering I'm all battered and bruised and looking like a first class zombie." I didn't miss Kyle's low chuckled from behind me. How did he find my remarks amusing, I've no idea. I mean if he really is a villain, shouldn't he be pissed?
Peter's nose flared as he stomp towards me, one arm wrapping around my neck once again. It didn't fazed me at all that this might be it. Might be the final blow. "You fucking with the wrong person Morris," He sneered.
"We didn't fuck. I don't fuck with you." I retorted rolling my eyes. Before he could attempt another move at me, what feels like the gun pointing behind my head has shifted and now is beside my head only pointing at the other person that's not me. It's pointing at Peter. My eyes widened but I can't turn my head to look at Kyle cause Peter's filthy hand still wrap around my neck.
"I'll let her neck go if I were you," Said Kyle in a threatening tone. Peter must have mirrored my expression by now. We both had our jaw dropped, eyes wide open.
He narrowed his eyes at Kyle, "What the fuck are you doing? What games are you playing?" He spat probably annoyed at Kyle but nonetheless he had let my neck go.
I heard Kyle saying something but I didn't pay much attention to it because a movement behind the door caught my attention. I furrowed my brows, trying to get my eyes to focus at the little strip of window at the door. I caught a glimpse of a familiar faces. Dark hair and blue eyes. "Jack?" I murmur in confusion my brows frowning.
"What?" Peter deadpanned. My eyes focus back on him and I raised my brows. Kyle had push me behind him now. Before I could register anything else, gun shots rang and Kyle had swiftly move me to a corner kicking the desk towards a group of people that's coming towards us. I don't think he realise that we're at the other end of the room and there's no escaping. The only way to get out of here is through these crazy people.
I heard shouting and screaming, I can clearly hear Tiffany screaming like a banshee. I wince at the sudden hit from Kyle's elbow. He look over his shoulder at me, "I'm sorry." He muttered and focus his attention back at front. "We need to get past them."
"No shit Sherlock." I mumbled.
Kyle hit a guy on the face and break his neck, no doubt ending his life right there and then and continuing with the next guy. I was busy looking over at Kyle, I didn't realise someone is coming towards me until they grab my arm and spin me around pressing me to the walls. But the number of mistakes he make, he didn't blocked my legs. I kick back at his balls as hard I could, spinning around quickly and head butted him. I don't take people's life. That's not my thing. I just knocked them unconscious, so I could lock them up in jails and let them rot.
A sound of gunshots caused everyone to drop to the ground. Well everyone except me and Kyle and of course let's not forget, Peter's little boy group. I didn't missed the rest of his men going towards the students. My eyes widened, "What are you doing?" I shouted about to go to them but Kyle restrain me from doing so. I look over at Peter, panicking. "Stop! They don't deserved this!"
His lips curled to a sinister smile, that's when I realised he is holding Vincent who is down on his knees in front of him looking at me. I look at his stricken face, contorted with fear and worry. A knife just near his neck. One little wrong move and he can be gone. I may not like his guts, but I couldn't just let him die. That'd be so cruel for his parents to deal with. "Why are you doing this?!" I screamed, frustrated that I couldn't do anything at this very moment. The moment I should be prepared for.
"Because Elaina," His eyes flashed with fury. "If you fail saving this children, not only will you have to be hang to death. Jon will also suffer the consequences."
Not even for one second was I worry for my own life. I am worried for theirs. They're young. They're all young. Scream and shouts of pain make my eyes widened even further if that's possible, "If revenge is what you want, you don't have to take out on these kids!" I yelled pulling on my hair. "Take it out on Jon! Take it out on me!" I was determined to marched my way to Peter, but Kyle is determined to keep me in place too.
My eyes move to the other corner of the room, one of his men was about to pull the trigger. I look down on Kyle's pants, noticing the little knife he hid. I pull it out and aim it the men's head. Everything feels like a slow motion as Kyle widened his eyes when he realise what I'm doing and trying to stop me as he spin when I had pull my hand back and throw it as hard as I could at that guy. "Elaina!"
I smirked slightly when the knife landed directly on his head, his body dropped to the ground, not moving. The kid in front of that guy look horrified at the blood running out from where the knife has attached itself to. Still got my aiming right. I turn my attention back, Kyle looks at me annoyed while Peter just look... Well I'm sure you know.
Vincent hissed in pain, blood slowly dripping from where Peter had his knife press on the skin. "You keep challenging my patience Elaina. And it's time you took my threat seriously." Before he could cut Vincent's throat open, someone pull his hand away.
"Maybe you should learn to keep your hands to yourself." The person said and punch him the face. He turn around, I take in his blue eyes and he look so relief when he spotted me.
"Jack." I breath out.
And before I knew it, that's when the commotion starts before I black out. I remember grabbing someone's head and smashing it against the wall, I remember snapping someone's arm. But that's all I could remember when someone smash something to my head.
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