Love Like Ghost

my baby's got a gun

She really didn't wanna make it messy
She really, really didn't, but the girl gone cray

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TW// Blood, violence, google-translated Russian, murder, mention of s**cid* (its near the end of the chapter)

I stared up at Nikolai's enormous house the glare settled between my eyebrows slowly securing the gun strap across my body. Weapons littered my body, guns holstered along my waist and leg, knives secured within various straps attached to my body, and an assortment of explosives. I was covered in black despite the fact the sun would not hide me within its shade. Dark makeup around my eyes, my newly dark hair swaying in the slight spring breeze, and the black mask across my face letting in to little who I was.

He would know, and he shall feel my wrath.

I walked forward into what could only be my doom, but his as well.

I wasn't scared. I wasn't afraid of what was to come; if anything I was ready for it all to end. Hydra, Nik, the winter solider, all of it.

I kicked open the door tossing in smoke bombs grabbing the gun around my shoulder firing into the house. Bodies fell in soft thuds and groans as I kept moving, as guards kept coming. I took them all down firing until the gun clicked. I tossed it to the side moving down the halls. Hand to hand combat began shortly after whipping out one of my knives and stabbing it into anyone that came to meet me.

Blood was splattering everywhere. The walls, the floor, me. It rained on me like holy water cleansing me of my sins, motivating me to keep moving, turning something inside of me feral. I kicked off the wall grappling my legs around a guards neck bring him down with my knife buried deep inside of my flesh.

Someone had grabbed me around the middle throwing my body backwards. I planted my feet to the ground skidding backwards on my toes until I came to a stop before running after him. I threw a right hook making contact with his left forearm as he reeled back and punched me in the face. My head snapped back earning a growl from my throat as he twisted my arm to the side. With my head closer to him I slammed it forward into him watching as his grip fell on me as he stumbled backwards. I pulled my gun and shot him caring little for these intricate details of a fight.

"We need more men!" I whipped my head up wet hair snapping against my neck soaked through with blood and sweat. I stood up staring at the man at the end of the hall throwing one of my smaller knives into his chest.

He fell with a sweet thud.

I ran forward across the other way intending to meet these 'more men' head on. They were running from all directions. I ran up the stairs to the second floor tossing one of my grenades to the left taking off to the right killing the first man I saw using his body as a shield as the gun fire started. It was coating me as it hit him as I pushed forward.

"Fuck." I hissed as a bullet slid through him and into me. It was on my lower left side, and then another one to my right shoulder, but I paid it little mind as I flung the body forward jumping over it to attack. I shouted attacking them with my bare hands using every ounce of training I had ever received. I remembered him chasing after me in my house, remembering how his body moved, how his attacks were brutel and unforgiving. And I copied it all. I wrapped my body around one grabbing him by the head and twisted until I heard the snap of his neck breaking.

Then I took off into the other hallways fighting them back, little noise coming off of me through my attacks. I felt another bullet graze the skin of my shin, but it didn't stop me.

How could it?

Nik had turned me into a weapon never thinking that weapon would be used on his own men. How stupid. I slid on my knees across the floor knocking them down like nothing slashing at them like they were nothing. I jumped to my feet spinning and throwing my elbow into the face behind me. His head snapped back as I wedged the blade into his chest. I yanked it out blood spewing from the gash and threw it into the last of the guards standing there daring to even breathe.