Prey for the Devil's Bloodied Angel Wings

30

Yeira's POV

"Yei! This isn't going to work!" Zena hissed.

"5 mins." I winked and left my frustrated sister.

I closed the bedroom door and walked down the halls. I quieted my steps as I walked down the halls. A guard spoke through his earpiece while surveying the halls. I walked behind him and used my nails to pierce his neck. I dragged my nails up, prompting him to black out. His body flopped to the ground as I continued walking.

I spotted a butter knife on a tray as I passed. I picked up the knife and rounded the corner. Two guards strolled while scanning the windows. I walked behind one and stabbed his neck. He fell as the other guard turned. The guard's eyes widened and he moved to attack me, but I ducked underneath his arm and wrapped an arm around his neck, instantly crushing it. I left his body to flop to the ground.

I spotted a half empty wine bottle on a table. I grabbed it and whistled while strolling down the halls. I then walked behind a guard and smashed it against his head. He flopped down, catching the attention of other security personnel. I grinned since I was hoping for a fight.

Three of them rushed me. I spun out the way of the first one, ducked underneath the second guy, and stood to grab the third guy's throat. I evilly grinned as he began clawing at my hand. I then pelted him through the window. The other two simultaneously attacked me. The left guy struck me, causing me to skitter into the other guy, who whacked me down. I then kicked myself up and jumped on the guy to the right to bring him down. I then broke his neck.

The other guy tackled me, so I punched him off me. I then stood and kicked his head into the wall. I sauntered to the kitchen, where Florian stood. He was shooketh as I casually flicked the blood off my hand.

"You can't leave." He stated.

"I've been told that family is important."

"Allura said-"

"She isn't currently here."

"She'll kill me." He responded.

"Hmm... maybe." I shrugged.

"I can't allow-" Bang!

Florian's body dropped to the ground. Zena stood over him with a nervous smile. She then tossed the frying pan on the counter. She ran a hand through her hair while looking at me for the next step.

"That was 7 minutes." She retorted.

"Got caught up chatting up my uncle." I shrugged and approached his unconscious body. "Think he knows anything?"

"Nada."

"Ight, let's go." I grabbed Zena. We hastily left the mansion and flitted down the street. Zena and I slowed when I got to a police station. "Make gang signs." I stuck my tongue at the security camera.

"Why?"

"This way the enemy knows we're not being protected back in Croatia and are free game." I stuck my middle finger at the camera. "Game on, losers." I winked. "Now, we can rescue them."

"Where are we going?" Zena followed me to the cargo ship area. "And aren't we supposed to be avoiding cameras?" She pointed them out.

"Nope. We want them to know where we're going." I looked around before climbing the ladder on the side of the ship.

"And where is that?" Zena climbed after me.

"Philippines." I got to the top.

"What?!"