Mr. Wick ( John Wick x Female Character)

Chapter 19: Locked Down Ambush Prt. 2

The gun went off and the man fell back at the bullet and hit the side of his neck.

Get the fuck out, go out the window!

She swivelled around and bolted towards and out the window without any hesitation. She heard a gunshot and a bullet whizzed past her shoulder. He had recovered quicker than she had thought. But right now it wasn't important, she just had to get out of this alive.

'Get back here you little bitch! You can't run forever!'

It scared Stacey because she knew that he was right. She wasn't wearing shoes as well, so the tiles under her hurt.

'Shit'.

She hissed silently as she crawled over the top of the arched roof, but lost her footing, slipping down onto the opposite side. She managed to stop her fall when her feet hit the gutters, stopping her from falling to her death.
When she looked down she saw that there were multiple people surrounding the house.

It's just Sofia and John?

She sucked in some air and aimed at one of the shooters and pulled the trigger. Stacey could hear the blood rushing through her ear as she watched as the shooter collapsed, and luckily the others hadn't noticed them.
She was about to shoot again, but a sudden grazed her neck, the hot searing pain had shocked her and she almost lost her footing.

'Yeah? Now you know how that felt back there!'

The man sneered down at her, oh fuck you buddy! He sure as hell wasn't ready for her to lift the gun up and shoot at him.

Fuck you asshole! Stop following me!

The shot gave her more time to move away from him, give her a nice gap between the man and her.
This section of the roof was a platform, the edging bore metal rodes.

Oh god Sofia, seriously?

Stacey didn't want to jump, but she really didn't have a choice, so... She jumped.
At least she didn't damage anything, but it still hurt like a bitch. She checked the gun and almost dropped it, 'Fuck!' She struggled to close it again.

'You look so stupid, you know that?'

She spun around to see that the man had caught up to her once again. A look of amusement crossed his facial features.

'You must be John's girl?'

'Huh?'

She hated being called that... Well you kinda are... She backed away as she began to approach her slowly, 'don't shoot, I'm sorry I shot you in the neck, I got angry... I mean you shot in my neck first remember?'

What the fuck does he want?

'What do you want?'

She tried her best to keep her voice steady, but she struggled and he laughed, 'I think you've run out of bullets... I'm assuming, but I know you won't want to shoot, because you may have got me back in the office, but you're not that great'.

He wasn't wrong, she got a lucky hit back in the room.
A sudden shot rang out and she screamed, but only felt the gun rip out of her hand.

Did he just shoot my gun away?

Fear gripped Stacey when she realised who she was really up to.
The smile he gave her made her stomach drop, 'you may as well get on your knees now, it's not like John knows that I've got you at gunpoint'.

He doesn't!

He approached her, the gun still pointing straight at her, she wouldn't be to grab it from him, he was much too strong.
So when he pushed her down, she gave in, 'now... Undo me-', she shuffled away, shaking her head, 'no, I don't want-'.

'I don't care!'

He then lunged at her, knocking her down onto her back, knocking the wind from her lungs.

'Get off me!'

No nonono! Not again!

She tried her best to wringgle under his weight, throwing her knees up to make some space between him and her, but he knocked them aside.

'Quite fucking struggling, you'll enjoy it if you stop fighting me!'

Uh! I don't fucking think so, that's not how it fucking works!

Stacey almost stopped when she felt something sharp peirce her skin and she quickly looked over to see that she had come across and rotting spike that had fallen from the edging.

Bingo.

It happened so quickly, the moment the man had let go of her right wrist, she bent her hand back, wrapped her fingers around the spike and slashed downwards across her body. She had closed her eyes quickly as she felt him freeze.
Stacey knew that she had hit jackpot when she felt warm liquid pour onto her face. She had enough energy to shove him to the side, keeping her eyes closed, but she could hear his struggling to breathe.

'Fuck'.

She wiped her hand across her face in an attempt to get the blood off, but it didn't work, so she had to open them.
The shooting was still going on and Stacey sat still, her body shook out of control...

I just killed a man... I just killed a man.... But you had no choice.

She looked over at the body, her mind reeling as she took in what she saw.
She couldn't stay like this forever, John and Sofia were still fighting and she assumed that they would be running out of ammo by now. So Stacey did the only thing she could do, she searched the dead man. He had ammor, another gun and.... Bingo.

Just by watching movies, Stacey knew how to use a grenade, of course she hadn't handled one before, but she had an idea how it all went.

All these action movies are really paying off.

She managed to find a section where she could slip through and limb up to the second arch of the house.

Get ready.

She spotted the shooters once again and thankfully some had collapsed.
She took a couple of deep breaths before unclipping the grenade and holding it for a few moments before throwing it down.
The damn thing went off and she watched the remaining shooters were thrown up into the air.

'Serves you right assholes!'

She yelled out, before trying to climb down. The travel downwards was as bad as travelling upwards. managed to get to the gutter until she lost her footing and rolled straight over the edge, and again the gutter saved her. She had grabbed it just in time.

So here she was hanging on the edge of the roof. Stacey refused to look down, not whilst she was like this.
She tried to shuffled across the gutter, but the window right in front of her was jerked open and she cam face to face with John.

'Oh... Hey'.