Losing Hope

Chapter four

     “So what happened? Why didn't you kill him! You had the opportunity!” Izzy said to me as she paced the floor. “Look, I said I was sorry. It didn't work out like planned. He was waiting for me.” Izzy let out a sigh of irritation while she sat on the couch. “Are you going to help me, or not?” I asked, annoyance in my tone. Izzy looked at me, then at Salisha whom was on my couch. “Fine,” she mumbled and knelt next to me. “What am I doing again?” I asked her as she picked up some more bandages. “I've already taken out the bullet, stitched it up and sterilized it. You're just wrapping it.” I gave her a look which gave her a defensive shrug. “Wrap this over this way and so on so forth.” I followed as she did and pulled up Salisha's shirt shoulder which was red and had a hole in it. “How did it go with you and Salisha?” I asked one I sat on the chair across from the couch. “Well, Salisha did go trigger happy and nearly hit me. Otherwise, she hit a lot of them. It's funny actually. She almost hit as many as I did. Anyway, that isn't the point. Salisha wasn't looking as one chum hit her in the shoulder.” I nodded, looking over at a sleeping Salisha. “So what happened with Jayden? What stopped you from finishing the job? Chicken out?” Izzy asked, making a funny noise in the back of her throat. I would've laughed if I wasn't thinking about Jayden being Allen's half brother. “I got up there and waited for him, but he was already up there, gun to my head.” Izzy nodded. “So you did chicken out, eh?” I smirked a little. “No. He said something that took me off guard is all. I wasn't ready for him or what he said.” Izzy cocked one of her eyebrows. “What'd he say?” she asked. I gulped, debating on whether or not I should tell her. “Nothing. Just some weird stuff. Don't worry about it.”

Izzy and Salish: Day of attack:

Des signaled me and Salisha into the side of the house. I nodded and scurried back there with Sal. “All right. On three.” I nodded as Salisha held her gun lower and got ready to kick open the door. She counted with her fingers before bursting the door open. Five men were sitting at the table. “Sal! You came back!” one said. “With another chick too. Nice work.” They stopped when they noticed the gun in Sal's hand. “What? You've come to kill us? You and what army? That unarmed Smurf?” he asked, standing up. “I take offense to that. Who are you calling 'unarmed'?” I asked, silently pulling a knife out of my pocket. “Yeah. I'm talking about you. You think you can come in here and kill us unarmed like that? Think you'll kill us with your hands? Think again, babe.” I smirked, gripping the knife. “So, we're on a couple name basis eh, love? In that case, sweetie pie, I'd be happy to think again.” The man looked a little confused. I threw the knife hard enough to go through his head into the next one's. “I'm going to kill you with knives.” The other men jumped up, guns being pulled. “Kill them!” they called out as more people came up. Salisha started shooting and I threw my knives and stabbed a little, killing them off.

We had moved into another room since we'd cleared out the second room. About 10 more men came into the room, shooting at us. Salisha started turning around in a circle, shooting. When she turned towards me, her eyes were closed, and she almost hit me. “Sal! Watch where you're shooting! And for god's sake! Don't flipping shut your eyes!” I called out, stopping to look at her. She gave an innocent smile and shot next to me again, killing someone that was behind me. Salisha let out a scream of pain as she went down. There stood a man with his gun pointed at a former standing Salisha and now me. Blood was dripping under Salisha as her wound was bleeding. I threw a knife at him, but he dodged. I threw a couple more, but he dodged all of them. “I'll give you credit for staying alive the longest of all of my victims, but 30 seconds is going to be the longest anyone will stay alive.” With that, I threw another knife that went at him, but he dodged that, smirking. While he was being cocky, thinking he'd dodged that one, I threw another one, pinning him in the head. “IZZY! SALISHA!” Des called from outside. I picked up Salisha and started running along side of Des.

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All right, you guys don't have to read this if you don't want to, but I need to vent.

First off, thank you for reading and putting this story on the What's Hot List for at least three days. That made my whole week. Also, sorry if it's a bit short, but I just can't write a lot for this story, or so it seems.

Now, to my venting part.

So, I was reading a story on here, because I was bored. It seemed good, minus the girls being the best freaking thing in the world, where everyone wants them and thinks they are the best thing that happened to the world with no imperfections, and the shortage of commas and such.

So, I decided to comment on how that bothered me, since the writer told people to give them criticism. I said that they need to make the characters not be so perfect and make them have more flaws. The men were saying they were so perfect, yada yada yada. It bugged me, so I wrote that in a comment. Yes, I know it was wrong to say "You need to", but the rest was true. Then Wattpad told me that stories are supposed to be like that. WHAT THE HELL? No! That would be in the Sci-Fi section, not other catagories. Then another annoying person was all in my face like: "THEN SHUT THE F*CK UP AND STOP READING!". Yeah. That was my face too.

Really though, that stuff makes me insane. NOBODY IS THAT PERFECT THAT ALL GUYS THINK GIRL IS AN ANGEL! God, that drove me nuts.

All right, for those who read my venting, I thank you. Go ahead and judge me for hating those kind of things, but if you can relate, please share. I like being an ally with people. Also, I did not name the author, story, so on so forth. If you really want to know, look at my recent comments and that probably is the story that the first two are on. I don't want to get in trouble for that, because then you people would not have this awesome-sauce story to read. Lawl.

Lesley