Page 111 of Double Shot
I waited a second and heard glass crunch under her heels. She crept around the desk, stepped within range, but I was lying on my fucking rifle. I tightened my grip on Thumper’s stock as she smirked down at me, thinking I’d been hit.
Jesus, fuck, was she a natural blonde?
She lowered her pistol right between my eyes and still with that self-satisfied smile, pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. Her pistol had jammed and I could see the brass casing hung in the chamber.
I felt my face scrunch as I grabbed Thumper with both hands and swung,hey, batter, batter,cracking the short stock right into the side of her knee. She shrieked, and fell, and I crawled right the fuck on top of her, pressing her face into the broken glass on the floor making sure it hurt, grinding it down in it while she shrieked like an angry banshee.
“How you gonna like lookin’ in the mirror now, bitch?” I demanded, and I threw a fist into the side of her head while she bucked under me. I didn’t have the best hold on her, and between her wig sliding off under my hand and her throwing herself around beneath me, she ended up bucking me off. She rolled to her feet, gasping, her chest heaving as she got up. Her hand went to her face, and the shards of glass there. If she had been smart, she would have ignored that, cleared the jammed round, and shot me. Guess no one had given her any sort of proper training like I had.
I got to my feet too and squared off, fists up and held loose. She held her pistol in her off hand like it was going to help her, but she was fucked and I was ready tofight.She swung at me and I dodged. We did a little back and forth, testing limits. I knew Lach would have called it a dance.
I should have paid more attention, because she was playing me, and by the time I was hip to it, she had lunged, wrapped her hand around the hilt of the sword in the shattered display and had swung it up and back down in a sweeping arc toward me.
The dragonscale armor wasfantasticagainst just about anything ballistic, probably would have done me some good against a stabbing impact, butslicing?Nuh-uh, it parted for the tip of that blade like the fucking red sea, and it was only by the grace of God, and the reflexes that had been brutally trained into me by Kyle, that I didn’t end up flayed and bleeding under it.
I backed way the hell off, flipped my rifle up and over my head, and got it between my hands just in time to use it to stop another downward savage stroke.
It stopped the sword, but the fucking plastic shit shattered, and I didn’t think I’d be able to fucking shoot her.
She had me on the run, hacking and slashing at me, but the one thing Ihadn’tbeen trained in – to any sort of satisfaction – was fencing, and a jacked-up AR made for a poor sword. It was holding up as a shield – barely, but barely was better than nothing at this point.
She swung, one handed, chopping at me savagely and somehow, I ended up with the metal barrel of the AR in both hands, swinging the gun’s stock back at her, meeting her stroke for stroke.
“Sadie!” Kyle yelled, and it distracted Kaijin, just enough. I swung andalmostclocked her a good one as she jerked back. A flash of gold flew between us. She reeled back from it, flinching. I didn’t flinch, and I pulled the knife Kyle had thrown from the wall. It was a big bastard, but it didn’t have near the reach of the sword. I hefted the awkward remnants of the AR in one hand as she shrieked her rage and swung for me again.
I brought the AR up and it jarred all the way down into my shoulder with the force she put behind her swing. I lunged and slashed across her pretty pantsuit jacket with its white silk blouse and sliced clean through the twin layers of fabric, laying a deep gouge across her stomach.
“You little bitch!” she cried indignantly, and I grinned savagely.
“I’m so kicking your ass!”
She brought the sword down and tried to run me through but it was a mistake. I sidestepped, lightning quick, and swept my arm over and down, caught her at the elbow, and locked her arm up. I exerted and felt a satisfying pop. She screamed, and the sword clattered to the floor.
I immediately backed her into the wall, bringing up my arm with the knife still in my hand to block as she tried to smash me in the face with the butt of the pistol she still doggedly held onto.
I brought my forehead forward, crashing into her nose and felt it crunch all over again, then for good measure, I brought my knee up as hard as I could right into her skanky twat. She cried out and doubled forward at the assault on her lady bits and I slashed the knife down, Norman Bates style and stabbed it deep into her shoulder. The pistol clattered to the floor as the steel knife blade parted flesh, cutting deep.
“That, was for Roan,” I said, and chest heaving smiled at the glint of fear that finally arrived in her eyes. One arm dislocated, the other gouged open at the shoulder. She was fuckingdone,and it wasmyturn.
“You get off on it, don’t you?” I demanded. “The power at having people helpless?” I pulled the knife out of her shoulder and she let out a strangled, gasping sob. I put it against her face, and stepped into her, pinning her against the wall behind her with my body against hers.
She had racoon eyes from our last fight. Her lips were drenched in blood from her nose, and things were already beginning to swell from the blow I’d just dealt her with my last headbutt. She looked scared, really scared, for the first time I’d ever seen it and I had to say…
“I can see the appeal.” I ran the tip of the knife lightly from just under her eye, over her breast, not cutting, not yet, stopping just at the fifth intercostal space at the left midclavicular line… just like Kyle had taught me.
“I hear you like to fuck big dicks,” I said, and I pushed it slightly, letting the tip bite just a little. Her eyes widened.
“I’ve got a real big dick for you, Gwen. I’ve got a real big dick and you’re going to feel every. Fucking. Inch. Slip inside you.”
I took my time, pushing the blade in as I spoke, wiggling it back and forth. She started to scream, and I covered her mouth and nose with my hand, remembering how helpless and powerless it had made me feel all those years ago in the bottom of that swimming pool.
I slid the fucking knife up into her body, felt the blood wet her suit and my hand and Ienjoyedwatching the light die in her eyes as I savaged her black heart with the tip.
“Fuck me and mine…” I whispered. “I fuck you back, ten times harder.”
I let her go, and she slumped to the floor, her mouth gasping and working like a landed fish as her heart tried and failed to pump blood through her circulatory system. I followed her to the ground and kept shoving the knife home.
