Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Forty-Two

Scale Number: 4

"Hunter!" Cat scrambled from the swing, all but rolling out of it before she was able to get her feet under her. It wasn't until she was slipping through the small hall that separated the front and back of the house, that she actually noticed something was wrong. "Hunter, they have...Kal." She slid to a stop, looking from the Sepireer to the man holding the gun to his head.

The owner was sporting a bloodied nose and an incredibly angry scowl. When she glanced at the five knives still stuck in the wall, the barrel was shoved even further into her babysitter's temple. "Don't even think about it, you stupid cunt."

The next thing she knew the gun holder was on the ground holding his throat, his gun in Hunter's hand. The actions being so fast she hadn't even been able to register it until they were done. "You don't talk to a lady like that," with movements just as fast as the attack, he disassembled the gun and dropped the individual bullets down at his feet where the guy was crumpled. Followed by parts of the actual gun, one of which landed on top of its owner's head before it 'THUNK'ed to the floor.

However, one of the other six men now had one pointed at the back of Hunter's skull, while he had another pointed at her. "Come one, guys," looking between them, "Can't we just be civil about this?"

Civil? Civil about what? Then taking her away to the same birthing room as Jessica, Kal's mom. A name that Hunter had let split in one of his spews about how her ghost had come back to punish him. In the form of Cat's attitude. Over her dead body they would take her there, which she had a feeling wouldn't be a problem for these people. But not if she had any say in the matter.

"We're going to all walk outside calmly, where you will climb into the back of the SUV without a fuss, or we will kill him and every other witness on the street." The more controlled attacker informed her like she was some kind of sheep who would listen to the commands of a working dog.

"Then kill him," she shrugged, earning not only a look of surprise from the new arrivals, but also a 'whatthefuck' look from Hunter who otherwise was sizing up his opponents. "Then where's your leverage? I'm guessing your bosses want me alive, which means you need me to cooperate."

"Cocky, bitch, we just need you alive, they said nothing about unharmed," the man getting back to his feet croaked out, his throat still horse from being hit.

Not that he seemed to learn from his first lesson, because this time he received a swift blow to the jaw from Hunter's sock covered foot as he was rising. Effectively sending the younger mouthy man back to the ground. Except this time, it earned him a thump to the back of his head from the butt the pistol there. Not that he showed much reaction to the blow, other than his head falling forward, and a slight shift in weight to steady himself.

Cat's jaw tightened as she clenched her jaw, not because she cared about him, but because he was Kal's father. Who had a right to face him, had a right to find out the truth, since he thought his dad was dead. Plus, it made him the grandfather of her unborn child, basically making this guy her supernatural father in-law. "Stop," she took a single stop forward, throwing her hands up in a defensive gesture, "Okay? Just stop."

One of the others made a move to help up their fallen brother, who only seemed to be stewing in his anger. Which seemed to have intensified tenfold since she'd entered the room. Shoving the extended hand away, he staggered to his feet, fuming in her direction, instead of the man who'd actually hit him.

It wasn't until he started storming toward her did the one holding the guns say something, "Drakgon," his tone is a warning, making the man, who barely looked her age, stop about a yard or so in front of her. "If her injuries become a complication, none of us are going to cover for you."