Alive inside (Book Three)

Collections Part One

Ch. 9

'Collections Part one'

Wind scattered old, forgotten papers from a bygone age, the sound of tires crackling on the dilapidated asphalt roads of Baltimore.

She kept her breathing steady, her shaking hands clutched around a thin wire that strung out of the window.

Outside she could see the street, and the vehicles slowly approaching, and no sooner was the first truck in place, did Genevieve pull the thin wire taut.

It quickly went slack after getting caught by the truck and pulled, without skipping a beat, the teenager briskly walked out of the building just as an explosion erupted, stopping the convoy.

Men wearing the Patriot sigil and military gear mobilized out of the remaining trucks, there were four vehicles left of five.

The second in line had blown up, the bomb Genevieve had planted worked wonders, she hoped the smoke bombs she had made would do just as well.

She tossed one near the convoys back, one near the middle and one in the front, despite the secondary explosion of the second truck that was now billowing out black smoke.

To her glee they all seemed to work, they burst with loud pops then smoke blew out in a wide radius, prayerfully evening the odds.

The time was now, she would get the chance to rid the world of these cretins, who had taken her beloved Aiyana away.

Sprinting into the smoke, she saw the first soldier coughing and cursing in bewilderment, her knife flashed in the smoky atmosphere before it plunged into the man's neck.

Pulling it out, Genevieve brought it down again with a scream of fury, then she repeated the attack, eviscerating her enemy's throat before discarding him with a rage-filled roar.

With the speed of a predator in the heat of the hunt, the teenager pounced to the next who only barely lifted his firearm before it was knocked aside, and he was met with a knife plunging into the underside of his chin.

Ripping the blade free, Genevieve ducked as a bullet fired passed her head, she snapped her attention to the assailant and just as they moved the guy's tip to aim at her, the teenager dove sideways, avoiding another shot.

While in mid-air, Genevieve threw her knife, and hit the soldier in the trigger-arm, with her weapon jutting out of her enemy's bicep, the teenager squirmed to her feet and burst forward.

The man struggled to bring his weapon around and ended up being too slow, Genevieve wrenched her knife free with her right hand, and while he flinched from the agony, she in quick succession, drove the blade into his thigh.

She then followed up by smashing bereft elbow into the soldier's face, he fell to his knees and would have collapsed completely if Genevieve had not grabbed the man's arm.

She cocked her fist back and delivered a hard-hitting overhand punch that crumpled the soldier to his hands and knees.

She ended the struggle with a savage boot to the head, she pulled her knife out of the soldier's thigh, pulling it sideways, mutilating the man's leg.

"The fuck are you doing, kid?!" A Soldier demanded as he wrapped an arm around Genevieve's neck.

But as soon as she felt the pressure, she rammed her head back, smashing it into the man's face, when his grip faltered, Genevieve reversed her knife and stuck it just under the soldier's combat vest.

In the blink of an eye, the teenager yanked it across the man's belly, spilling his intestines, and with her knife free, Genevieve let him fall to his knees.