Comrade, oh my comrade

XXII: 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓪

I hid behind the wall as they continued to fire upon me. Usually, in a situation like this, I could control my thoughts, but one thing burned in the back of my head. Betrayal. Yes, he doesn't owe me anything, but something made me feel betrayed. We had an agreement and now these bastards are firing at me, clearly to kill. I pushed those thoughts away and used the anger.

The stream of bullets told me they were positioned on the northeast and southeast side of the building. As I said, I scanned this whole place before putting up my traps. If I'm lucky, maybe one of them will get maimed in one. I hid behind a wall in the southeast. There was a window in front of me, but they would see me jump through. I only packed one gun and two blades. A 9mm SIG holds seventeen bullets. There may be more of them than bullets, so I'd have to take out the real threats first. Stealth is my only option at the moment. I moved deeper behind the wall, groaning in pain at the new hole in my shoulder.

I sucked up the pain and focused on my rage, tucking the knives onto my body and taking a readying breath. I crouched, trying to time the run. I found my clearing and hauled ass, shaming my body through the already broken glass. I landed hard on the grass with a thump. Groaning, pulling myself up, and hurrying to a fire-safe area on the side of the building.

I ran scenarios through my head and decided the roof is my best option. It was flat so I could lie low and make my way to the side, taking out that area, but from there I would be spotted and all hell would break loose. When I get out of this, those boys better find a deep hole to hide in. I climbed up the water hose and pulled myself up by stepping on window ledges. Pulling myself on top of the building, quietly making my way to the southeast from the northwest side. I scouted about six men on my way across.

Ten men stood stretched out. The first two were by a window. One had a sniper shooting through it and the other was his scout. The same layout was next to them, one with a sniper and the other scouting. they all stayed in pairs of two. The next was by the edge of the building, watching the pack of six's back. Two were behind the four watching the road and the last pair was on the opposite side, watching the area I jumped from. Clearly not paying attention. My first kills need to be the two scouts, easy, but then I'll be surrounded. No doubt they all had guns as well. The more I looked at my odds, the more 'fuck it' my mind became.

I took a deep breath, pulling out my gun. That'll be fun.

I aimed over, firing two shots into the scout's head. Their heads whipped to me as I dropped down, landing on one of the snipers, cracking his neck, and quickly using his body as a shield as I maneuvered, shooting the other. They fired at me and called for their friends. I ducked, running between the legs of the two on the right, firing two rounds through one's chin and neck, and slid behind a wall. I grimaced in pain as their shuffles of feet came. Twelve rounds left. As they fired wildly at the corner, I backed up, making one clear headshot before another bullet slice my head ripping skin. I backed up and ran as they rounded the corner. I jumped through one window, turning and firing out the first two head shots. Before I ducked. Ringing started in my ear and black dots started forming in my vision, mixed with the pain in my arm and face. I pushed it back as I ran through the building behind another wall as they came in. Nine bullets, seven targets.

They cursed and called for me as they entered the building. I readied myself in a runner's position as I fellow across the opening, barely missing bullets as I shuffled on the floor. I took out two more and landed harshly on my back. I looked to my left as the boy's lifeless body lay on the floor, leaking. She's not going to be happy about that.

The men crowded me as I lay on the ground, their guns pointed at my face. A redheaded man who looked like he wanted to smash my face into a brick till he saw pink meat glaring down at me.

"You know, I heard a lot about you. I'm a little disappointed," he spat. His friends smirked at that agreeing.

"Usually, I'm the one hunting people. You caught me by surprise. What can I say" I shrugged, but grimaced at the pain. That made him smile. Seven bullets, five targets.

"I'm curious though. What were you doing to that young man?" He crouched down at me. I could feel his god complex kicking in. He had excitement behind those dusty eyes. His cat-like grin stretched to them.

"Oh, you mean the innocent civilian you shot up? Yeah, he raped a little girl," I answered, his eyebrow perked at the lifeless boy.

"Hmm," he raised his eyes and turned back to me hungrily. "That's gross, I'm more of a full-grown woman type of guy" he scanned my body. His eyes looked past me into the old rooms of the building and a disgusting smirk grew. My eyes hardened at him, but that only seemed to excite the man more.

"You three watch the door. Jerry comes with me. Where going to have some fun before we kill this bitch" His disgusting lust ran back over me. Jerry, a large blonde man, shared the same look as the rest of the men gave each other weird glances.

"Sir, we're supposed to just kill her. Don't you think that this is-"

"Is what charge? Am I being told what to do by a lesser?" his sharp gaze ran to the man that looked the youngest out of the five. He shook his head no, but avoided eye contact. "Good"

"I don't think you're thinking this through," I spoke, getting their attention again. I was now off the floor, holding the gun to his head. My quiet movement seemed to take him aback for a second, but he went unfazed by the gun.

"There's five of us and one of you in this little corner. By the time you fire that there will be ten bullets through you," He scuffed.

I thought about this for a second. If I let these two take me into a room, I could easily kill them and gain the advantage again. I'm in no shape to take on five at once with this bullet hole and flashes of almost blacking out at any second. I gave him a glare as I lowered my gun, gaining a smirk from his dry-ass lips.

"Good" he motioned for Jerry to take my gun. He did, and I was gripped harshly by the arm and tugged to the back of the building. I eyed the other men once again as they shoved me into a dusty room. I landed harshly on an old rough chair as dust flew up around us. I turned my attention to the redhead shoving his gun into jerry's hands and he aggressively began to undo his belt.