A Spy's Home---Book 2: Wounds, Both Old and New

Chapter 20

I could feel the warm blood trickle out of my nose, and drip down to my upper lip. Cree raised one of his hands, and at first I thought he was about to punch me a second time, but that's not what happened. He snapped his fingers, and another agent appeared and walked through the doorway, dragging a limp body with him.

The agent dropped the body and a grunt escaped its mouth; I looked over Cree's shoulder, trying to get a better look, and I froze with terror when I saw it was Carlos! There was a big, purple bruise on his lower jaw on the left side of his face, and there was blood trickling from his lip.

Fueled with anger, I pushed off the floor, raised my legs, and landed a double kick on Cree's gutt. I stumbled back a little from being harshly released from his grip, but I quickly took action once more.

I swung my fist towards Cree jaw bone, but he reacted faster than I thought he would, and he grabbed my fist and started to crush it slowly. I heard a few bones cracking, before I felt the crushing pain in my fist.

I gave out a loud groan, before raising my leg and kicking Cree straight in the knee. Cree collapsed, but my victory was short lived because the other agent snuck up behind me and grabbed my arms tightly. The agent then grabbed the back of my head, and pulled it back by my hair; I yelped at the sudden hold, and I clenched my jaw.

I opened my eyes slightly, and Cree entered my line of vision. "So, you figured out that you had to bring a friend along to beat me?" I scoffed, through clenched teeth. The agent tugged my head back further, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment.

"I know I can't beat you physically, but I can still beat you mentally by saying how you're the one that got this boy here injured, you're the one that caused Rory to be tied down to a hospital bed." Cree replied.

My eyes widened as the words started to get to me, I couldn't find another way to repel the mentally scarring words, so without thinking of the consequences I hissed, "Shut up!" at him before spitting at him. Cree did not hesitate to punish me for the offensive gesture, and he rammed his fist into my stomach.

I started gasping and coughing from the shockingly sudden loss of oxygen. The agent released me, and I fell to the ground struggling to get the lost air back into my lungs. A foot shoved me completely to the ground, and put pressure on my spine to keep me there. "Alright, finish ugly over there, while I show this little traitor here what real pain is." I heard Cree say.

My eyes widened; they were going to kill Carlos! Before I had time to fight back, I felt Cree put his hands on the front and back of my shoulder, and pull. Intense pressure and crushing pain flooded my shoulder blade as Cree attempted to dislocate my shoulder bone. Tears flooded my eyes as the pain got more intense.

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Carlos's Point of View

I coughed as I started gaining consciousness; My head felt like it was pounded into the ground, and my jaw stung like crazy. I blinked my eyes a few times to try to adjust them to the light, and I shook my head to try and clear the fuzz, but all of that was in vain because I then felt myself being kicked in the gut.

I coughed a few times before looking up; I was face-to face with the barrel of a gun! Small yelps and shouts of agony caught my ears, and turned my attention away from the gun, though my heart was still racing from my own fear. I saw a bigger dude, who was keeping Zylina on the ground with one of his feet, and pulling back on her shoulder.

I couldn't see all of Zylina's face, but it was clear that there were tears, and whoever this jerk was, was trying to damage her shoulder in some kind of way. Adrenaline pumped throughout my veins when I saw her in pain, and my eyes narrowed as I stared my attacker down. He didn't seem to be intimidated and all he did was snicker and say, "Nothing personal."

I don't know why, but that caused my adrenaline to pump harder in my veins, and I ended up grabbing the gun and attempting to push it away from my face. I heard the blast of the gun a few inches away from my ear, and it started to ring. "Ouch." I mumbled, before taking my elbow and jamming it hard into the middle of my attacker's arms.

I heard the gun fall to the ground in a clank and I raised my foot before kicking him in the gut. As the man staggered back, I grabbed the gun, and jumped to my feet. I saw the man recover, so I slammed the butt of the gun on to the side of his head, and watched the attacker collapse in a heap.

I then turned my attention to the bigger dude, and he didn't seem unfazed by the fact that I had taken down his partner. He was still on top of Zylina injuring her shoulder, and I fumed with anger.

"Let her go!" I shouted, aiming the gun at him. I felt my hands shaking, but I wouldn't let this jerk scare me. I saw the man release Zylina's shoulder, and she laid her head on the ground breathing in and out fast, but the bigger attacker did not release her from underneath his foot.

"Have you ever shot a gun before?" the attacker asked. It caught me off guard, and as I thought about it, I realized I hadn't, so I answered with, "Does it matter?" I heard a moan come from Zylina, and a chuckle from the man.

"Zylina, why'd you drag a poor boy like him into a world of lies and nonsense." The attacker knelt down, without looking at me, and stroked Zylina's jaw line. "She didn't drag me into it. I dragged myself into it." I responded, disgusted by the attacker's gesture.

I crept toward him, the gun still raised in front of me, and jammed the gun into the back of his neck. "I'm not going to tell you a second time; step away from her." I practically growled through clenched teeth. The man lifted his head, but didn't make any move to make one step anywhere, so I cocked the gun to make a point.

To my surprise, the man didn't jump or even flinch, but a moment after I cocked the gun he turned around and landed a good, hard punch to my jaw. I stumbled back to the wall, as I rubbed away the pain, and tried to shake away the blur from my vision. I saw the attacker come closer, but I didn't turn away.

I saw Zylina lift up the gun I had dropped when the man punched me, and slam it down on his head. Moments later, the attacker dropped to the ground clean out. Zylina was still breathing fairly fast, and I saw that she needed to sit down, so I said, "Let's go." Zylina nodded in agreement, so she grabbed her duffel bag and phone, and stuck the gun in her bag before we finally rushed out the door. 

TBC....