Secrecy (Hosie)

Part 92: Peripeteia

DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains graphic content...

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"You think this is a joke, Ms. Marshall?" The guard from before says before rounding the corner, entering through the doorway to the room.

She'd sent them on a wild goose chase, a witch hunt.

The man freezes when he enters the room though.
The girl he cuffed and shot in the leg, has somehow freed herself, and the rest of the hostages are nowhere to be seen. But Hope sits calmly, in a chair at the center of the room, waiting for his return, with her favorite weapon resting across her thighs and in the palms of her hands.

An axe.

"Does it look like I'm laughing?" She says darkly.

The man keeps his distance for now, a chill running down his spine. And now that he's defenseless in front of this girl, he's not as full of threats as he was before, "All of this for an abomination and a family full of monsters?"

Hope chuckles dryly, standing to her feet, still holding her axe, "No, no," She raises an eyebrow, twirling the axe in her hands, "This is for my enjoyment," and with that, she hits the man roughly in the chest with the handle-end of the axe, pushing him back against the wall. She repeats the action, landing the end against the side of Burr's head, causing him to grunt and yelp in pain.

He kicks out his foot, landing a blow to Hope's gunshot wound. She falls to the ground, dropping the axe in the process, but she quickly bounces back up to her feet, when the man pushes her back against the wall, swinging and landing a punch against her cheek before reaching for her neck. But Hope counters by leaning forward quickly and head butting him. She swings her elbow, roughly hitting him in the nose, sending him stumbling backward. She kicks with her good leg, landing a blow to his stomach.

She can feel her own blood dripping from her temple and her nose, not to mention the large amount of blood spilled from her leg. It's a wonder how she's still conscious at all.

Burr quickly dives for the axe, but Hope's closer. She grabs it and quickly jabs the blunt end toward the man grabbing her legs, landing it against his head harshly, sending him falling to his back.

Hope swings the axe again, but the man dodges it by rolling, drawing his own pocket knife and attempting to stab the girl as she climbs over him, kneeling with her knees on either side of his torso, but she catches his wrist, twisting until the blade faces him on the ground.

If she had her supernatural strength, she would've already won this fight, but with her magic being muted and the gunshot to her leg, she's much weaker than usual.

She pushes her body weight downward, against the end of the blade, trying to push it closer to him, but he swings an elbow, landing a blow to her gunshot wound and making her yelp, and pushing the blade out of her hand and off to the side before grabbing her throat roughly.

She grunts, trying to breathe as her windpipe is practically crushed and the throbbing in her leg grows. She reaches to the side, feeling the floor for her weapon, when she finally feels the cold handle. She pushes the long handle against Burr's throat, applying as much pushing weight as she can against him as she's being held at the neck herself.

"Help—" He tries to shout, though it comes out very hoarse.

Hope informs him, nearly growling, "Nobody's coming to save you."

He begins to lose air much more quickly with the immense force and his hands lose their strength around her throat, his eyes beginning to close.

"How ironic," She grunts, before continuing in a wicked whisper, "that the last face you'll see before you die is that of a Mikaelson." She smirks as his eyes widen, though just marginally, and he begins to choke out.