Sins of the Father // Book 2 of the Siren Series

Chapter 7: when the party's over

Chapter 7: when the party's over

‼️⚠️TW: gore and blood, tissues may be needed⚠️‼️

STAR Labs
30 minutes into the attack

"On your right, Red!"

"I see 'em, Cor."

"Then fucking shoot them!"

The League had infiltrated every aspect of the Lab. Cora could barely see through the hordes to find an exit, but she was focused on the steady popping of Jason's gun next to her. They were back to back, pressed into one another as he shot, and she swung her blade. She could smell the gunpowder frothing from his twin guns and she could taste metallic liquid as she sliced through each League member she could. Bodies filled the hallways, and suddenly, it was silent.

"Lia, you need to get out, NOW."

Roy's voice cut through her comm. Something was wrong, his voice sounded harsh, worried even. She sliced through another League member, the severed remains hitting the floor.

"Talk to me Roy, what's going on?" She said through her comm, grabbing a gun off the floor. She tucked away her katana, checking the mag of the rifle, clicking it back into place. She quickly peeked through the scope, aiming at a League member. One quick pull of the trigger and their brains were canvassing the wall.

"It's Talia."

She paused in her tracks, "Say again?"

"Talia," Roy said over the comm, "She's here, she's leading them."

Cora let out a frustrated grunt, stepping over the bodies in the hall, finally making an escape towards the exit, "I'm on my way."

She kicked the exit door open, switching the rifle from her hand to her shoulder, firing round after round. Bodies slumped to the floor around her, and through her scope she spotted Talia.

"You son of a bitch," she muttered under her breath, settling the rifle into the pocket of her shoulder, exhaling. Before she could fire another round, a sharp blow came to the back of her head.

She could taste blood stinging in her mouth, and she lifted her fingers, pulling away crimson. It was her own. A swift kick to the knees brought her stumbling down, the coarse asphalt digging through her pants. She tried to push off the ground, but her knees got kicked out from under her again. Hands wrestled with her throat, and she clawed at them, fighting hard. A collar was latched around her neck, and the acolytes dragged her forward until she was in front of Talia.

"My my, how the mighty have fallen," her sister crooned, kneeling in front of her, lifting her chin with a finger, "How does it feel, dear sister?"

"You bitch," Cora spat, a wad of her saliva hitting Talia's cheek. She wiped it off, and Cora noticed a golden glow illuminating her eyes.

Talia tutted in response, wiping the spittle on her pants, "I have something you want."

"What could you possibly have that I want," Cora grunted, an acolyte smacking the back of her head.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Miss Al Ghul."

The voice came from behind Talia, and Cora widened her eyes. She had only heard stories of the man standing in front of her, stories Phorcys had told her.

"Achelous?" She whispered, tilting her head towards the fair-skinned man.

"You are nothing like I thought you'd be," he muttered, disgusted. He dragged a wrinkled finger across her chin and she bared her teeth at him.