Chapter 47

“Enough of the trip down fucking memory lane!” Dan cuts in the annoyance clear in his voice. He gestures towards two of the apes stood near us with his gun “Hold them down.” The two bulky guys follow the order and walk over, pinning me and Chris against their bodies with one of their arms across our throats and another around our stomachs, making it extremely difficult for us to move. Dan smirked. “Now it’s time to have some real fun.” He muses, moving his gun from me to Chris playfully pondering who to shoot first.”Eenie meenie miney mo...” He then settles the gun pointing at me. “I just caught the piglet by its toe.” “Hold on a minute!” I call out before he can fire “You have forgotten one thing...” He furs his brows in confusion “What?” I smile “Never fuck with a woman in heels.” And with that, I stomp my pointed white heel on the foot of the guy holding me from behind, his scream of agony enough of a distraction that Chris fights his way out of the grip of the guy holding him. I elbow the guy behind me in the face, turning him around in an instant and using him as a shield for the bullet Dan has just fired in my direction. The bullet hits the guy in the back, and he collapses onto the floor lifeless. The guy who had been holding Chris down also plummets to the floor without a pulse. With a flick of his wrist, Chris throws the corkscrew he stashed in his blazer pocket towards the podium and it stabs into Dan’s shoulder. Dan screams in agony, dropping his arm with the gun by his side as he clutches his shoulder which is already bleeding rapidly, the corkscrew sticking out of his flesh. I snort with laughter, and then turn to Chris “Nice shot.” He grins proudly, before shrugging like it was nothing. 3 more guys walk onto the dance floor and surround me and Chris. One of them dives towards me, and I lift my leg up and again use my heel, plunging it into his leg causing him to collapse to the floor from the pain. I turn and punch one of the other guys in the face, narrowly avoiding an elbow to the face with a duck before I uppercut the guy sending him tumbling onto his back. “Faith!” Jace’s voice makes my head turn to the bar, and he throws the gun I stashed there earlier over to me and I catch it with ease. I grin thankfully at him, before turning and pointing the gun at the two guys I floored. Two bullets later, that was two more guys who we didn’t have to worry about. “Chris, duck!” I call out, and he immediately follows my instruction and ducks down, leaving the shot open as I fire at the guy he had been fighting with. He too collapses to the ground. 14 left to kill. I mentally remind myself, as I begin to shoot left right and centre at the dealers coming at me from every direction. Chris is next to me, using his punches to fend off the incoming dealers if they got too close. 7 left to kill. I realise I only have one bullet left, and I look at Chris as he too realises we are almost out of ammo. Suddenly, a cry of agony from the podium catches our attention, and Dan is still nursing the corkscrew in his shoulder which was jammed there. Chris and I turn to each other, and nod as we both come up with the same plan without even having to speak aloud. I lift my gun and point it at the podium, noticing the look of panic dart across Dan’s face. “Whose got you by the toe now bitch?” I smirk at him, before I pull the trigger. The bullet hits him and he tumbles forward and off the podium, the gun he was holding flying out of his hand and sliding across the floor. Chris immediately dives for it, and before we know it we had another gun and another almost full round of ammo. We both grin at each other. We really did work well together. Chris begins his round of firing bullets and taking out the rest of the dealers. 4 left to kill. The countdown still ticks in my head as bodies fall to the floor. One of the dealers sneaks up from my right and sends a right hook across my cheek, knocking me off guard. Due to the damn heels I was wearing, I got knocked off my feet and landed on my back. He straddles my hips and pulls me up my by hair, another punch coming at my face. I manage to hit the guy around the head with the empty gun in my hand, but not before long he has recovered and sends another punch to my face, and I could taste the blood in my mouth. As he retreated his arm back to send another blow to my face, he is suddenly pulled back violently and kicked in the face, knocking him clear out. I look up at Jace who is stood over the guy, a look of fury over his face as he stares at the guy who beat 2 shades of shit into me. Jace turns to me, pointing at the unconscious lump on the floor “This piece of shit is the perfect example of why I don’t like hitting girls.” I smile slightly, taking the hand he held out and getting to my feet, spitting out the blood in my mouth in an extremely lady like manor. “Lovely.” Jace comments dryly, but I could see the humour in his eyes. He hands me the knife Chris gave him behind the bar “I may be awesome at punching and kicking, but I don’t think I have it in me to kill anyone quite yet. Even if he is an asshole.” My face softens at his words, and my smile is warm towards him. He is not worried about sounding weak, but he is honest. He wasn’t ready to be a murderer, and a part of me never wanted him to be ready. I didn’t want him to experience the life as a murder, even if the people we killed deserve a knife to the throat. I don’t tease him, and just nod my head before turning and plunging the knife into the guy’s heart. I look up and see that Chris has now run out of ammo, but he has yet another lifeless body at his feet. “Drop the knife Faith.” Holly’s voice caused me to snap my head to her, and my body freezes as I see her holding a knife of her own at Jace’s throat. 1 left to kill. .