Struggles with the kill

Chapter 14

The cold wind tickles my bare arms and I shiver. It's not necessarily cold, but it's a combination of nerves, anger and not bringing a jacket. I got in touch with somebody from the Penora gang and they told me to meet them here. Under the streetlight. I almost smile at the fact how this situation is exactly as it was for Collin, or Isaac, that was the name of his passport. It's crazy how that's only been three months ago. So much had happened, and I don't feel the same anymore.

I immediately whip my head to the right when I hear shuffling there. It's hard to see, when you're standing under a streetlight, and it's dark. "Don't move." A strong voice pierces the silence that I had been listening to for the past minutes. "I won't. I promise," I say as I put my hands up in defense. A shadow walks into the light, followed by two other people. "Rosalie Stephens," He smirks. It makes me feel uneasy the way he looks at me.

But instead of looking away, I look him straight in the eye and cross my arms, "And your name was?" I ask sarcastically. "Christian. Why did you want to see us?" He questions. "Well, you might think that I'm with the Montaro gang. But I'm not," I start, "Well, they think I am with them, too. But I actually chose you guys over them, but they don't know that. Neither did you until now." Christian laughs, "As if. You would've told us if you were with us. Even if it was just for that bratty little sister of yours."

I do everything in my power to stay calm. I try to be cold. You're acting, Rosalie, none of this is real. I roll my eyes and say, "I couldn't care less about that annoying thing." Christian raises his bushy brows, doubting whether to believe me or not. "If I told you, you would've tried to seek contact with me, how would I be able to explain it the them if they found out?" I state, as if it was the most logical thing ever.

"Then why contact us now?" A blonde guy asks suspecting a trap. "They're here now. In the Bronx, New York," I say, "They have a huge mission, and their mission might fuck up your deal." They're interested now. That was easier than I though it would be. "What mission?" Christian asks. "They have to ship merchandise to L.A for a dealer who's very well known in the L.A area. And while they're at it, they want to sabotage your drug deal too, and sell the drugs to the same guy they will sell the weapons to." I look around and continue, "It's their perfect opportunity. They get money out of their own deal and out of yours."

After a little while of explaining and trying to get my heartbeat under control, I convinced them. We walk way, down to a little ally where nobody will see us. "Isaac was one of us you know," Christian says. Isaac as in Collin? I don't want to apologize, but it'd be better if I do. So I mumble, "I didn't know, I'm sorry." That was it. We stopped walking. "We don't know whether they're gonna be out and about or not. So-" Christian starts, but I interrupt him. "I have all the security camera's linked to this application. We'll be able to see every move of theirs," I pull the tablet out of my bag and open the app.

When I open the app, our location will be sent to Steve. That's his sign to come towards us. The guys of the Penora gang look at the screen with fascination written all over their faces. It's an amazing concept, and very smart, too. "Let's go," Christian hollers, the rest of the gang cheers loudly. I join them, but not for the same reason.

Everything goes as planned. I take them to the place where I had to take them and the Montaro gang awaits us. "Fuck," Christian says when he recognizes Steve. In a swift motion I whip out the gun I had and turn to the Penora gang, with my gun raised. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you," Christian spat. "You fucking killed my sister, and you will pay the same price," I hissed at him. He took his own gun out, "She won't come back if you kill me, revenge isn't gonna help you."

I want to pull the trigger. I really do. But something is stopping me. I don't know if it's the pressure of the first shot in a gun fight that will probably end more lives than needed, or just because I know that Christian is right. Then something snaps inside me. It feels wonderful, like I've found myself again. "I don't care," Is what I say as I pull the trigger, aiming for his leg, wanting to make his death a little more painful. Christian collapses on the ground and moans in pain. I walk up to him, totally oblivious to the gunfight that is taking place around us.

He looks at me, "Still as cold as Debby, it's fascinating. After all that suffering, still willing to kill me. Your parents would be proud." I kneel in front of him. "My parents are dead," I say, then I lift the gun and squeeze the trigger.

I'm slammed back into reality when I feel somebody's arm close around my throat. I grip my gun and because I can't see their face, I send a bullet through their foot. Their grip loosens and I run a few meters away from them. I turn around and shoot him in the head. Then, out of nowhere, at least twenty other people come running out of the darkness. They're from Penora. We have advantage because we have things to hide behind, cars and stuff like that.

But they have way more manpower than we do. We manage to take at least fifteen down, but then we're out of ammo. But so are they. "Run! Run!" Steve screams as they're approaching us. We all run into different directions, but never alone. I find myself sprinting next to Justin, Ryan and Cameron. We've got a group of five on our heels.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I'm running as fast as I can, my breath becoming heavier with the second. Then Cameron trips over an uneven stretch of road and falls. We all stop and run towards him, trying to get him up, the side of his face is scratched, and it's bleeding like crazy. The guys chasing us don't hesitate to attack us. While Cameron tries to get up, I block a punch for him that would've knocked him over again. He tries to punch me, but I block and punch his nose, causing him to die. Cameron got up and ran, I see Ryan follow him. I gkance at Justin and he looks good to go as well, so I sprint away.

When we think that we lost the we stop to catch our breath. I finally look at the others. Ryan has a cut in his arm and a blue eye. Cameron gas scratched his arms and had a lot of bruises on his face. And then I notice something.

"Where the fuck is Justin?"