The Perfect Crime || m.clifford & a.irwin

Chapter 6

"God." I mumble as I enter the 'weapon room' with Ashton. He chuckles shaking his head.

"Gotta be prepared." He mumbles. I look over at him frowning.

"Why do you kill people?" I question reaching for a hand gun on one of the shelves.

"I've only killed the people who deserved it, Ally." He says reaching for the gun in my hand. I turn away.

"I wanna learn the proper way to shoot a gun." I tell him. I hear him sigh.

"Michael's not here at the moment, Ally."

"I didn't say Michael." I sass.

"Oh my god." He breathes out stepping up behind me. His arm guides mine to point at a nearby wall. "Most of the time, depending on the gun, good posture is good." He places his hand on !y hip moving it to where I'm only inches from his.

"Never place your finger on the trigger before you attend to shoot." He tells me moving my finger to the outside of the trigger holder.

"It's different when you are shooting a bigger gun." He mumbles. "But you've got this down packed."

When I turn to face him, he grins before knocking the gun out of my hand. "Never trust anyone, you hear me? Ill get Michael to teach you how to fight." I nod as he places the gun in my hand.

"Might not wanna tell Michael about the gun just yet. He did tell me he wanted you as far away from them as possible." He tells me. "Now help me finish packing these guns up, before he gets back."

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I hear a noise coming from upstairs and I look over at Ashton. His grip on the gun he was holding and his teasness told me he knew it was Rachel or Michael.

"Stay here." He mumbles. "Hide somewhere."

"Hell no." I refuse. He gives me a look.

"Allison, now would not be a good time to be stubborn." He tells me.

"I'm coming with you." I say.

"Allison. No." He says pushing my injured shoulder down. I swear under my breath.

"What the fuck?"

"This is for your own god, Allison." He whispers before taking off up the stairs. I stand up looking around the room. My shoulder throbs.

"There's no where to hide." I curse running over to a box. "If they come in here and start shooting I'm dead either way." I sigh gripping my gun trying to load it. I hear guns go off and then foot steps on the stairs. I prop myself up in-between two boxes. A man emerges from the stair well holding what appeared to be an assault rifle. My breath hitches as he looks my way.

Another man comes down the stairs with Ashton carrying him along haresly. I start to panic. Ashton was my only hope. "Kill anyone you see." He tells the first man.

I hear Ashton groan feeling the floor around him. He looks up and brings his hand up knocking the object in his hand into the side of the man that carried him down the stairs. The man goes down hard making my finch. Ashton struggles to his feet looking in my direction, his mouth opens, but no sound comes out as someone picks me up pointing a gun to my head. I let out a yelp kicking at the person.

"Be still little girl or I'll kill your friend," the man sneers. Ashton pulls his self up holding his side.

"Let her go." Ashton says. The man smirks.

"Not until you give me what I want."

"How many times am I going to tell you I have no idea what you are talking about." Ashton says. He leans on one of the boxes.

"I don't believe you!" The man exclaims tightening his grip on me. I let out a yell. "Tell the boy to give me what I want or you die."

"Ashton don't tell him." I jab the man with my gun, he stumbles back shocked. I point my gun at him, my heart beating a mile an hour.

"I take orders from no one." I breath out. Ashton limps over to me grabbing a gun off the wall. 

"Close your eyes." I oblige closing them tightly. I hear two gun shots go off before opening my eyes. "You didnt need to see that, but we have to get out of here now. Here grab a box, let's go."

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I know its short, but I've been so stressed here lately. :d

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