Lyfers: Amnesia

Chapter 39 - Dead Weight

 The gun in her hand felt heavy, and so did her heart inside of her chest. Tonight would mark a big change in her life if she succeeded, and she knew it. She took a deep breath, chasing away her anxiety as well as she could. She had to do her best. After all, she made a promise to Sphinx, and she would not break it. Her index pressed onto her earpiece, nervously activating the communication between her group and the rest of her crew, shoulder leaning next to the back door.

– Everyone's ready? She whispered.

– Yes Boss.

– Then go. No mercy.

– No mercy.

She waved at the man behind her, and in a powerful kick, he burst the door open. Dove entered first, raising her weapon in front of her, keeping her other hand free to snap anyone that would get into her way. Quickly, they progressed inside of the club; they had to hurry up to make a move before Morphine would realize their intrusion. They had to shoot first.

The nightclub was nothing like Amnesia's meeting one; it was lightened in a dirty yellowish color, the furniture was old, and it reeked of drugs so much Dove began to worry about getting intoxicated by these scents. Here and there, people were laying on the ground, in a second state, so wasted they didn't remark them. They had no tattoo indicating they were from Morphine, so the young woman gestured at the crew to continue. We need to get out of there as soon as possible, she thought, or we'll end up as stoned as these fuckers.

In less than a minute, they arrived in the main room; the dance floor was crowded, this evening. Collateral damages were going to be numerous, and for a second, a wave of hesitation and nervousness hit her; was she just about to kill innocent people along this war? Her heart thudded loudly into her ribs at this mere thought. Nevertheless, she remembered of her friends, the trust they placed in her, what Morphine did to Amnesia, and how the man she loved was fighting too, at this exact moment. She could not deceive him, she could not deceive them. She made her mind; she crossed the line before, she would cross it further tonight. She would fight for those who fought for her, even if it meant she would take away blameless lives.

She stopped in front of the dance floor, her men right behind her, and observed for a short instant the people present; most had an M tattooed under their eyes, and it reassured her. She put her gun behind her back, tied with her jeans' belt. Her lips bore a faint, almost distant smile as she lifted both of her hands in front of her.

– End of the party, everyone. Don't worry, I'll make it quick... Nearly painless.

She closed her eyes, then clapped her hands, and just like that, in a movement so ordinary and invisible between the flashing lights and the drugs scents, she declared to all the members of Morphine present there that the war was on; everybody on the dance floor dropped to the ground, lifeless. Dozens of people previously gleefully bouncing around were now nothing more than corpses the Amnesia's members passed over, disdainfully. Dove, walking in the front, was surrounded by a bright aura, and next to the men dressed in black, it was as if she was glowing. This was her second time killing, but just like last time, no remorse came to her mind. She was emotionless, solely motivated by her goal and ready to make anything necessary to reach it. Tonight, she was not the model student anymore; she was a killer.

They headed upstairs, and it was only then that Morphine started to fire back. They dodged it by hiding behind the old pillars, and Dove grabbed her weapon, readying it. She lightly bent to examine the situation; six rivals had lined on the terrace above the dance floor, shooting at them relentlessly. From where she was, she could see their agitated life flow, and decided to once again put her gun back; it would be quicker her way. She inhaled deeply, and left her cover, under the concerned screams of her men.

Too late to stop her; she already dashed towards Morphine's hitmen, jumping the last two steps of the stairs to win some precious seconds; they were aiming at her, fingers threateningly close to the triggers. At this moment, time felt like it drastically slowed down, and she could clearly hear the bullets leaving the barrel of their guns, piercing through the air in a whistling sound. They were flying in her direction, and she knew that it was her very last chance to avoid them. In a swift move, she pushed onto her right foot, just enough to get the propulsion she needed to leap up, putting all of her weight to her left side to spin her body mid-air, scarcely escaping the shots. While she was still up, she snapped her fingers in their direction, and instantly, life left their bodies.

Time went back to its reality in a blink, and she painfully landed on the tiles floor, hurting her shoulder in the process. But it wasn't what hurt the most; there was a bullet she hadn't be able to dodge, and it hit her in the left side of her stomach, splattering blood around her.

– Boss!

She barely heard her crew's worried shouts; even if she was a high-rank, destroying so many life flows in such a short amount of time had drained her forces, and the red liquid running out of her body did not help at all. In an ached groan, she pressed on her wound and sat back up. Her head was spinning, and her view wasn't as clear as it was earlier; she was losing too much blood, too fast, and she knew it. She tried to get on her feet with the help of her men, vainly; as everything around her went black, she fell back down.