Chapter 14

JACE POV “So I’m guessing you found the bugs then?” The blonde girl questions Dan and Freddie. They do not reply and just stare at both the man and woman with wary eyes. Should I warn them that Dan has a gun? “Right guys, you can come out from behind there and we can talk this out if you want?” The man, who is Chris I’m guessing from what the girl called him earlier, calls over to Dan and Freddie behind the counter, his tone sounding friendly. I see Dan and Freddie glance at each other exchanging a look, then as quick as a flash they both stand to their feet pointing a gun at the man and woman, but not yet shooting. Where the hell did Freddie get a gun?! Why does Freddie have a gun?! I had known him for almost a year; he did not strike me as the gun wielding type! Chris had said something about drug dealers earlier but it didn’t quite register until now, was Freddie a drug dealer with a gun?! I hear Chris sigh and shake his head “Why do they always have to go for the violent version of this story?” He asks dramatically to no one in particular. If it wasn’t for the fact that there were guns involved in this situation, I would laugh at the guy. He’s quite funny. I hear a gunshot go off, and both Chris and the girl dive out of the way, the girl diving left and Chris diving right. Chris runs over to the counter faster that you could think was possible, places a hand on it and jumps over sending a kick to Dan’s face on the way down. They both continue fighting, the gun had been knocked out of Dan’s hand and they stumble into the stockroom and out of sight. Naomi clutched onto my arm, squealing in fright. I had forgotten she was still there as I had been frozen to the spot on the floor in the corner of the shop, my eyes glued to the blonde girl who was stood on the tyre that customers used as seating. I saw a small smirk appear on her lips as Freddie pointed the gun at her again. “Do you really need a gun to take me on Fredster?” She mocked. He clenched his jaw and pulled the trigger. I gasped waiting for the bullet to hit her, but to my utter shock as soon as the sound went off she had jumped into the air, grabbing hold of the hanging ceiling lights we had in the shop and completely avoiding the shot. She swung on the ceiling light, landing on her feet with easy right in front of Freddie and laying a punch in his face. How she did that with heels on is beyond me. She booted him straight in the stomach, sending him flying back towards the shelves, and with another kick the gun went flying out of his hand. Freddie looked at her clenching his jaw in fury. He grabbed one of the heavy shoe shaped fixtures off the shelf, and swung it around aiming for the girls head. She quickly dodged it, thank god because if that hit her she would have been knocked unconscious or dead. He swung it around again, and she kept backing away avoiding every hit. She had backed straight up into the counter, and she looked around hastily for something to use against him before he swung one more time, hitting her for sure. Just before he could sway his arm forward again, she grabbed the cash register off the counter and with a scream threw it at him, knocking him off his feet with the force of it hitting his chest. That must have hurt like a bitch. She strode over to his laying form on the floor, while he was clutching his stomach from the blow of the cash register. She smiled down at him, the smile was vicious. It was almost frightening. “Later Fredster.” She said, raising her knee up and slamming her foot down onto his head with such force I swear I could hear his skull crack. Not to mention that she was wearing heels, there was no way he would have survived that. My mouth fell open at the sudden realisation that she had killed Freddie. Freddie who I had known, or though I knew, for almost a year. The weird thing was I didn’t feel sorrow that my friend was dead. He was a drug dealer who tries to shoot girls, I clearly did not know him as well as I thought. The only thing I felt was the sudden urge to run over and see if the girl was okay, even though I knew that the only damage on her was probably the blood on the heel of her boot. She didn’t have a scratch on her. She did not have a chance to glance over to me and the new chick yet, because before she could even catch her breath two men came running out from the back. The others will be here in a few...Dan’s words echoed in my head. This must be who he was talking about. One of the men grabbed the girl from behind, holding her forcefully with his arms around her chest keeping her arms trapped. The other man goes up in front, connecting his fist with her cheek. She let out a cry of pain, but barely spent 2 seconds recoiling from it. The guy punched her in the stomach, and again she quickly recovered. This girl was something else. I stood to my feet automatically, going to the girl’s aid. I may not be some sort of killer martial arts warrior like these people were, but I couldn’t just stand here and watch this girl get beaten up by two guys. I felt like I had to go over and protect her. I didn’t even take on step forward when I realised she really didn’t need me to come to her rescue. As the guy raised his fist to punch her again, she pushed her legs off the ground and using the guy behind her to keep her balanced, plunged them in the guy’s stomach sending him flying back into the shoe stands in the middle of the shop. She threw her head back hitting the guy in the face.