Unstoppable

**Althaia **

I ran as I shot after him, but I was too far away to hit him. Everything Damiano taught me about being steady and focused went straight down the drain. My heart was pounding and I was shaking. Shaking so much in rage that all I could think of was how desperately I wanted to get my hands on him and see the life painfully disappear from his eyes.

*Disgusting?*

The word kept echoing in my mind. Over and over again.

I kept moving, running as fast as I could, taking cover wherever possible as I kept shooting in his direction. Carlos was desperate to land a shot on me. So much he, too, was unsteady and unfocused while I moved in between the concrete pillars to get closer to him. No matter what, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hit him. My aim wasn’t good enough but I wasn’t aiming to hit him.

Just yet.

He still had Cara, and I couldn’t risk accidentally shooting her. Instead, I was trying for him to empty his gun as I got closer. And at this moment, I was fucking thankful Damiano had made me run at every practice.

“Shit!” Carlos cursed out. I let out a slight smirk when I heard him pull the trigger on the now-empty gun.

*This was it!*

I stepped out from behind the pillar, the gun ready in my hand, and aimed for Carlos. My finger rested on the trigger, about to shoot but stopped when he used Cara as a shield to protect himself.

“Let her go, you ugly bitch!” Cara was trying to get out of his grip but stilled when he pressed a knife against her throat.

“Can’t. For once, she is actually useful.”

“You piece of shit!” I stepped closer.

“Ah, Ah, Ah! Don’t come any closer. Unless you want to watch me slit her throat open.” He laughed and Cara winced when he slowly made a cut on her throat.

“Let her go!” I screamed, my hands starting to shake as I held the gun, wanting so desperately to shoot after him. But I couldn’t.

“Thaia, go… Get out of here while you still can.” Cara pleaded and I shook my head.

“I’m not leaving you. Not again.” I had already failed her so many times. And because of that, she was alone and abused for years. I couldn’t let it happen again.

Over my fucking dead body.

“It’s okay, Thaia. I wasn’t meant to live long anyway.” She gave me a sad smile while I vigorously shook my head.

“Can you stop being suicidal for just a damn minute, and let me help you?!” I yelled, trying not to cry while thinking of how to get her out of this situation.

“How sad… I would even shed a tear if I actually gave a shit about you.” Carlos’ voice interrupted.

“If you really want her to live, I’m willing to do a trade. I will let her go if you come with me.” His sinister smile returned.

“Althaia, no!”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Carlos his and pressed the knife against her neck, blood slowly trailing down as he cut into her skin.

“Stop it!” My breathing was loud with my mind was racing with every possible scenario. But the reality was, I had no choice if I wanted my loved ones to live.

They have gone through so much already because of me.

They have lost people they care about because of me.

“I will go with you. Just let her go.” It was the only right choice.

“Excellent. I’m sure *our dad* will be very pleased about that.” I glared at him as there was nothing more I wanted to do than wipe his disgusting smirk away.

“Althaia, don’t do it, and just get out of here!” Cara desperately shouted to me.

“It’s okay, Cara. I just want you to be free.” I gave her a reassuring smile. I watched tears glisten in her eyes as she continued to beg me to leave her behind. I ignored her as I lowered the gun and looked at Carlos.

“Let her go and I will go with you willingly.”

“Not so fast. Put the gun down to the ground and kick it away.” My eyes narrowed, hesitating.

“Remove the knife from her throat first.” I stated firmly.

“Fine.” Carlos let out a loud sigh of annoyance but removed the knife. He was still holding Cara tightly, almost hiding behind her to make sure I couldn’t shoot him without hurting her in the process.

“Your move. Nice and slow.” I clenched my jaw, but what other choice did I have at the moment? I would rather have it be me than anyone else.

I let out a breath and slowly lowered the gun to the ground as Carlos watched me like a hawk. Once it was down, I kicked it away and I made sure it would be nowhere near that ugly bitch.

“Put your hands up and slowly approach me.” I put my hands up and slowly walked toward him.

“Let her go now.” I hissed, almost within an arm’s reach.

“Sure…” He said. Then he suddenly smirked.

“But you really are a dumb bitch.” My scream got stuck in my throat. My eyes went wide, and the wind got knocked out of me as I watched Cara being stabbed in the side of the stomach. Just where the bulletproof vest didn’t protect her.

I watched in horror as he plunged the knife into her. Cara gasped, eyes wide and her mouth open, choking on the sounds that wanted to escape when he pulled out the knife.

“…Cara…” I whispered, shock resonating in me. She looked at me, with tears that escaped as her body trembled before falling to the ground.

“Cara!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, running to her side.

“You’re coming with me!” Carlos grabbed me and pushed me away before I could get to her. I landed on the ground but hurriedly got on my hands and knees to crawl to her with tears already blurring my sight.

“Please, no!” I cried after her, almost reaching her when I got yanked up to my feet by my hair. My scalp was burning but I couldn’t care about it as I numbly tried to push Carlos away to get to Cara.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I kept sobbing.

“It’s okay… You did what you could.” Cara smiled as tears ran down her face. I watched her slowly close her eyes, making me scream after her.

“Cara, no! Stay awake, please stay awake!”

“Get the fuck going!” Carlos dragged me away from her.

“If you don’t fucking listen, I will slit her throat and then yours.” He hissed, holding the knife against my neck before roughly pushing me in front of him.

I glanced back at Cara as I made my way up the metal walkway with Carlos close behind me, feeling the knife against my back now and then. I silently cried as I slowly walked toward the exit.

It was all happening all over again. My mother, Cara. I tried to repress my sobs as I thought about how useless I was. What was the meaning of all the training if I couldn’t even put it into practice? I felt powerless and worthless and I couldn’t even protect my loved ones. Once again, they were dying in front of me

I looked down at my feet, wishing I was put out of my misery as my heart ached. Aching for every single one I had lost.

I blinked the tears away a few times, realizing the knife was still tucked into my vest. I stopped walking.

“… Not anymore.” I told myself.

“Hey! Keep going, Russian whore!” I shook my head.

“I refuse to be fucking powerless!” I grabbed my knife and ducked as I turned around fast, managing to block his arm holding the knife as I swung at him from below. I felt like I had no control over my body as I swung after him. Again and again, sadness and anger filled me. I was done being so fucking weak, and I would rather die knowing I at least tried fighting.

I watched the way my knife slid across his face. Carlos stumbled back into the safety railing as he clutched his face.

“You fucking bitch!” He screamed.

“Oh, shut up already.” I lunged after, ducking before he could grab me, and kicked the back of his leg with the strength I had left. Carlos landed harshly on the grating and I instantly got on top of him to keep him down. I held my knife tightly, raising it high above my head with adrenaline pumping like crazy in me.

I was ready to end his life once and for all.

I plunged the knife down, aiming for his throat.

Only for Carlos to manage to block it and strike me to the side of my neck. I dropped the knife as I choked and got lightheaded fast, losing focus on what was happening. He pushed me away from him, and I forced myself to cough to catch a breath to fill my lungs.

But it was short-lived.

Carlos got on top of me and started to choke me.

“You really do make everything so fucking difficult.” He hissed. I thrashed around, using my entire body to try and shake him off, but the ugly bitch was too heavy.

“I wasn’t planning on killing you yet, but what you did to me is fucking unforgivable! Sleep tight, *sister!*” I was gagging and my airway was almost entirely cut off. He added more pressure and I knew it was almost over for me.

I tried to move my head to the side to buy myself some time, to notice we were on the edge of the walkway, and with one hard push, we would both fall out of the wide safety railing.

We were at least twenty feet up.

“Then you’re dying with me.” I choked out.

I mustered every single strength I had, using my legs to help me and we both rolled over the edge.

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