Double Crossed

Worse Than Children of the Corn

My eyes never waver from Jade's increasingly pale body. All I wanted was to break down right there, to curl up and cry for the foreseeable future. The man who trained me, who we all looked up to, who was there to ward off Red's snide comments, killed my sister.

Cadwell killed Jade in cold blood, and there is no way I'm letting him get away with it.

And just like that all my grief and sadness is turned into a deep rage, all aimed at one person.

Pain interrupts my thoughts as a large hand engulfs the side of my head violently throws me into the wall behind me. Black dots dance across my vision as my skull connects with the concrete. When I slump to the ground my vision clears enough for me to see the incoming agent. But in my dazed state it doesn't look like an agent, no this is a mountain. This woman attacking me is built bigger than Everest and that might be an understatement.

It seems they've specifically trained and paired us with agents that excel in our weakness, these people have literally been created to kill us. It's going to take more than just observation to win this fight.

She continues to advance and I swear I can see the ground shake as her goliath feet assault the ground beneath her. Before I know it she's picking me up from my shirt's collar and tossing me across the room. I can feel my skin scraping against the concrete floor as my head makes yet another bad impact. When I stop sliding I'm in the middle of the room, completely exposed.

All around me my friends are losing their fights. I see Jacky throw a punch only for it to be caught. She's then thrown over her attackers shoulder and lands hard on her back, no doubt ripping her arm from its socket. Beside her I see Kim trying to knock her opponent off balance to get the upper hand. But when she goes in for a close punch, which usually works for her, she is caught and elbowed in the face, breaking her nose.

Kim has never been caught off guard when she does that move, it was always the one thing she could rely on to throw her opponent out of any rhythm they've been forming and get the upper hand. But not this time. Kim's move has failed, and the only way that could happen is if they studied the move, and that means they would have had to study each of us.

Before I know it my vision is being blocked and a sharp pain fills my side, the next thing I know my back is hitting the wall and I lose consciousness for a second. The only way I know this is because the next thing I know my opponent is in front of me, waiting for me to open my eyes.

She lifts me up by my shirt's collar and repeatedly punches me in the face, a sharp pain shooting through my broken nose with every hit. All of a sudden she stops and I open my eyes, confused. I take in her bloody fist, and I'm afraid to know what my face looks like. Shifting my eye sight, I see my attacker was briefly distracted, and I take my opportunity to slip out of her grip.

Bringing my arm down on top of her elbow causes her grip to loosen just enough for me to drop to the floor, landing in a squat. From this position I throw my body weight forward, knocking my attacker off of her feet. Her hands break some of her fall but otherwise she hits her head on the floor.

I don't know where to go from here, there is no way I can defeat someone like this. I don't have long before she gets back up but I don't have another move planned, before it just came to me in the moment, but now that I have time to think I can't think of anything that will help. My attacker starts moving to get up and only one thought comes to mind. I need to eliminate the target.

She stands up before I have a chance to do anything and all of a sudden we are locked in a battle that appears unwinnable for us both. I spin on my heel and kick her in the stomach, she recoils from the attack but I continue by jumping forward on my hands and back into the air, landing my leg on her shoulder, dislocating it. We both fall to the ground, my attacker crying out in pain.