Born to Kill

Chapter 10

Luke Evans as Death [you'll understand later] c;

Regaining her balance, Alexis threw a knife into the darkness at her right. A loud gasp emerged; there was a person there. Alexis sucked in a deep breath before quickly rolling to the side, dodging another flying bullet and taking her gun. In a rapid move, she shot at the rooftop of the building shadowing them. A shadow of a man fell. He was the sniper who shot her. Alexis looked immediately at Alexander.

"Who's here?" Alexis had a burning glare.

"I-I don't know," Alexander tried escaping, digging his nails into the cement ground.

"Tell me!" Alexis was getting angry. She quickly had a knife in Alexander's better leg.

Alexander's eyes shot open accompanied with a scream.

"Jackson Ascott—he must've talked..." Alexis needed more. Slowly though, she got the idea.

Just as she was about to say something, two more men appeared out of the darkness. They began shooting at her. Alexis tried to duck, successfully dodging bullets. Only a bullet grazed her shoulder. Alexis ran towards the men.

Taking the blade holstered at her side, she hit the first man square in the chest causing him to scream through gritted teeth. And as soon as Alexis had the blade out, she had it back in his skull. Blood oozed down his face. The man fell to the floor with a thud.

The second guy shot Alexis in the thigh. Alexis ran to him, regardless of the shots she'd received in her legs, shooting at him. He fell to the ground: two bullets in his head and one in his chest.

In that moment it was silence—painful, unbearable silence. There was one more; Alexis heard footsteps and the splash of a puddle. Alexis tried keeping her cool position. She couldn't. Her breaths were heavy and she was loosing blood, fast.

Alexander began standing, using the wall for support. He limped away from Alexis. Alexis instantly had Alexander cornered.

"Explain, now," Alexis was dead serious.

Just as Alexander was about to talk, a person emerged from the darkness.

"Well, well, well..." it was a guy, late-twenties.

"I'll kill him," Alexis threatened, hand around Alexander's neck.

The stranger replied in a series of chuckles. It was dark and sinister. Alexis kept her straight look. The stranger grabbed the knife out of the dead person's forehead. He went closer to Alexis.

"Please, let me," the stranger smirked.

Just as Alexander was about to speak, the stranger had a knife in his head—just like how Alexis did with the other guy.

Alexis stepped away. Her gun pointed at the man.

"Who are you?" there was no trace of anything in Alexis's voice.

"I am the one suppose to kill you," the stranger replied; a thick British accent evident. 

"Good luck with that," Alexis replied with disdain.

"Shame though, a pretty little thing you are," the guy sighed dramatically.

He stepped closer to Alexis; Alexis held her position.

"There are some filthy rich people that want you dead," the man spoke slowly as if he carried all the time in his hands.

"I could shoot you, right now."

"You have no bullets left."

Alexis thought back and he was right. With the shots she's made, she had run out of bullets. She threw the gun aside with an internal groan. The man let out a single chuckle.