Chapter 80 Demon Healer
Beatrice didn't skip a beat, she tackled the guy in front of her to the ground. He released a shot, but it only went past Melissa. She had to tilt her body a bit to avoid being shot, but pain shot through her like a sharp needle. She winced.
This was the first time she'd been shot. That rapid shearing of flesh as the metallic device rammed through her skin was unbearable at first but right now, with it still lodged in her arm, it doubled the pain coming from the fact that she had an open wound.
The pain was deep, however, she found satisfaction as her Beta and Beatrice descended on the assassins. The man BeatazfszSK CJ B rice had tackled to the ground was currently stuck against the thick concrete wall of the room as Beatrice rammed a punch against his skull, the force of the punch, causing a crack in the wall.
Melissa could feel the sheer annoyance coming from her. She turned around, and one of the men was coming towards her while reloading his pistol. By the time he was done, Beatrice was already on him, he pointed the gun and Beatrice held it firmly. By the time he pulled the trigger, she had twisted the gun away from her face and she followed it up with a headbutt, the guy staggered backward and the woman delivered a punch into his face, knocking him out.
"Get the Luna," Avalors told Greyhound as he was in the midst of a battle of his own. There was a way about Avalors fighting. He seemed to excel in using minimal effort to create great effect. While Beatrice held a bit of finesse to her fights, like it was a dance she was delivering a paramount amount of force. Avalors on the other hand fought by hitting very specific points.
Melissa didn't see much of his fight originally, but with the ease at which he took down the last of the assassins, it was a joy to watch and even the pain in her hand didn't stop her from opening her jaw a bit. He struck the man's neck at first, and while he was busy coughing, he took one of his hands, taking it against a chair and slamming his hand against it, breaking it. He went behind the guy and kicked him till his knees dropped before slamming his head into the metal table.
By this time, Greyhound was on her and he was tying her arm to stop the blood flow. She groaned in pain as he tightened it. Her hand bulged. She grabbed hold of him angrily. "Did you do this?" She asked.
"What?" he looked at her. "Why on earth would you think I would be responsible for setting an assassin on you?" he said.
"Don't play games with me," she said, holding him tightly.
"I am not playing games. Just because I think you are not fit to rule doesn't mean I'd want to kill you," he said and Melissa could determine he was telling the truth. She let him go and rested her head on the table.
"Greyhound," Beatrice said as soon as they finished tying up the assassins. "We need to get her to the clinic," she said. "Help me…”
As if on cue, Richard rushed to the door. He glanced at everything and realized what had happened. He slid to check on her immediately. "Melissa," he looked into her eyes.
"I am good," she said. "I am fine, really," she told him.
"Beatrice, you and Avalors get these guys locked up, and get the ambassador to safety. Leave Melissa to me." he looked at them. "They must not escape," some of them were awake already, and they were groaning. Richard took one glance at them. "I hope your gods answer your prayer because there will be hell to pay," He declared, lifting Melissa on his shoulder.
For the first time, she felt calm. The moment he lifted her on his shoulders, she closed her eyes, relaxing completely.
"Stay with me, Melissa," he said.
"It's not as if I am dying," she said and she felt his emotion fluctuate. "Wait, am I?" She said, alarmed.
"No, no," he replied as he hurriedly descended the flight of stairs.
"You do know I can tell you are lying." She said.
"Sorry, the bullets were laced with wolfsbane," he said.
Melissa realized that was why she was feeling as if her entire body had been set on fire. There was poison in her system.
He reached an area and then placed her down. "The first aid won't do anything for you," he said with a sense of urgency. She discovered they were in the kitchen.
"What are we doing here?" She asked.
"I can't gamble that you will last till the hospital. I am not gambling your life if I can heal you myself," he said. "But, it will be painful. I am sorry. It is either that or we go the distance to find a real hospital," he said. "By then the poison would have spread throughout your entire body, I need to get the bullet out and burn the poison out," he said.
Melissa nodded, her breaths increasing in anticipation of pain. He brought a small pair of scissors and then looked at her. "This will be unbearably painful. I am sorry,” he said.
"Do it," she said.
The scissors went into her and she felt it, wriggling through her flesh, every touch it made, every wriggle, sent a sharp pain through her but she didn't yell. She made up her mind not to yell, she was going to firm it, completely.
The scissors pulled out the bullet and she could barely breathe at this time.
"You are doing good, baby, you are doing real good," Richard said, running his hand across her face. "The bullet is out," he said.
Then he sparked a fire lighter and a tiny flame shot from it, then he switched on a hand burner. It was gas-powered and it just shot out a focused and precise rush of flames.
"Woah," Melissa said. "Wait." She said and he complied. He didn't complain. She breathed once. "Come closer," she said.
He complied. "Good," she breathed. "Whew!" she exclaimed, already feeling the heat. Her heart slammed against her chest. She couldn't imagine how painful it would be.
She then moved closer to Richard and nodded, the moment he would place the fire on her wound she kissed him tightly, whimpering as she did. The pain went straight to her head, the intense heat burning her muscles and skin through and through.
She felt empty-headed as she released Richard when he stopped. He was saying something but she couldn't hear him much as she slumped on the floor.