Heart Of A Fighter

Gotcha' (Part 2)

Lavender elbowed the person with her other hand, swinging her leg across his face.

The person who was actually a thin, short man destroyed a camera after recollecting himself. At the sound of the gunshot, everyone started galloping to safety.

There were ear-splitting cries that could be heard a mile away. They pushed their way through the crowd. The thin guy looked around, shooting three other cameras after spotting them.

There was no way that Lavender was going to run away.

One, she wasn't a runner but a fighter. Two, she needed answers.

She took a step forward but was stopped. "Don't take another step."

Being the stubborn person she was, she took a casual step forward just to test the water. He did nothing but shout irrelevant words until--

"I told you not to take another step. Do that again and you'll join your dead mommy."

She pulled her hand up in surrender, anger suddenly taking over at the mention of her mother but trying to remain calm. Another step she took, closer to him instead of further away.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE ANOTHER FUCKING STEP!"

If he was serious Lavender was going to be dead meat by now. After walking face to face to him, the Glock 17 auto was pointed directly between her eyes.

The corners of her lips curved and the man tilted his head in confusion. Despite her anger; it was funny how he had to tiptoe to have the Glock 17 where it was at the moment.

Not for long, she inwardly smirked.

In one swift motion, the pistol was in Lavender's hand in no time, pointing directly to his forehead. She disarmed the pistol out of his hand the same way her father taught her.

'It's all about speed and technique. Make sure it ends up in your hand. Velocidad y técnica.'

"Now you step back or I shoot."

The guy's confusion immediately surrogated with his uncontrollable laughter.

"Ahhhh," he patted his flat stomach, "you're not going to do that, dearie," he smirked when his laughter had subsided.

"Fine," she leisurely replied, taking a step back with her hand firmly on the grip of the pistol.

A steady aim to his thigh and.....

Pft.

The man fell to his knees with a scream, blood oozing from his gushing wound as he cried in affliction.

She rubbed the tip of her nose. "Don't underestimate me. We're two different people 'cause unlike you, I say what I mean and I mean what I say."

Her words got drowned in the man's bilious cry for help.

"Who sent you here and what do you want?"

"Yo momma," he decided to grunt through his pain. Again, Lavender shot him in the arm that held unto his bloody thigh.

"Don't talk about her! I'm going to ask you one more time. Who sent you and what do you want?"

"Before your mother died I was the one to rape her. Well, I was the one to finish the train. You see, I love my bread buttered. That fat ass gave me plea-"

Pft.

The bullet went through the man's head. She gasped at what she did and threw the pistol where his lifeless body laid.