Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

***CHAPTER 29***

***CHAPTER 29***

2;13 A.M.

Harold was the fourth head of the gang. Currently, he was naked, hovering over a prostitute who, mentally, was thinking; 'Finish off already' but her voice keened out the opposite.

When Harold froze for a second, she thought, Finally. That was until she felt the warm spatter that hit her face. She opened her eyes, and Harold stared down at her with horror filled eyes as blood dripped down from his neck. He fell to the right. The Prostitute raised her hand to her face and pulled it back, blood covering her fingers. She shrieked in horror, looking up. A woman stood there with a long edged blade, covered in blood on her hand. She wore all black, her sleeves pushed up to her elbows. Blood soaked her hand and wrist. But the thing that made the prostitute look at her shocked were the tears poring silently down her cheeks. Her hand limply opened, and the blade fell out as she walked away, tears still streaming.

3;20 A.M.

Jacob, the gangs third slept next to his wife in bed. He was lying peacefully, smiling contently. There was a loud cracking a whipping sound, shocking both him and his wife to awareness. He sat up just in time. A sword came flying out of nowhere. It hit his midsection, flying through him like butter before pinning him to the headboard. His wife screamed in terror. A woman so beautiful it scared her stepped out of the shadows, ignoring the hysterical woman and the tears that rolled down her cheeks and the heartbroken look in her own eyes. She grabbed the sword handle and ripped it out. The blood spatter crossed her neck and chin, but she ignored it. She sunk the blade hilt deep into the bed before leaving.

3;30 A.M.

Special agent James Allegresso was woken by his phone ringing he noticed something, Himself and a snoring Cameron were the only two people into the room. Carl, Dimitri, Amy and Kat were gone. He answered his phone. "Allegresso, all our leads are being killed! The witnesses are describing your spy girl! There'd better be a hell of and explanation when you get here! Jacob and Harold Smith were found dead and..." James didn't hear the rest. If They were both dead, that meant Kt would get his brother next... why would Kat go off... Duncan's apartment... he had to get there before she did...

He picked up the phone and called in LAPD back up to get to his brothers apartment....

3;31 A.M.

The doorman spotted her, outside the glass doors on the ground floor. She was wearing all black, a butchers knife in her hand. She was covered in blood and was crying her eyes out as she stood there, covered in blood. The Doorman, really a bodyguard for Duncan Allegresso, ran to her. "Hey, are you okay? Should I call and ambulance?" as he grabbed her, she shoved the knife into him, tears running hard down her face as she sobbed. She ripped it out and walked over the elevator, blood spatter on her chin and throat, her hand covered in blood. She hit the penthouse button, and when she got there, she opened the door and walked in. Duncan and Lance stood and stared at her in horror. "Duncan." she chocked. "Its your fault. You killed them and because of that I cant be normal." she sobbed hysterically, her eyes red. "Its your fault I can love him. You're going to die just like they did." she sobbed and walked toward them.

3;52 A.M

James and his team flooded the penthouse, all wearing vests with guns. James went left and his partner went right.

"Clear," James announced loudly. He waited for his partner to reply.

He didn't.

James spun, running to the kitchen with all the speed her could muster-

he threw open the door, frantic, and-

They were fine.

They stood by the island. His heart swelled in a surge of relief, a moment before his throat closed up, to stop his out cry.

Duncan was also by the island. He wore his blue and black pajamas, with a blue fluffy robe. But the blue looked inky and black, soaked through with his blood.

His torso was across the island, one of our massive butchering knives stabbed through his back, pinning him to it. James heard a low drip, and saw the boot of blood on the counter had given way to the tiled floor. His head was twisted to the side, facing James, and he saw a strip of silver ductape across his mouth. His throat was also slit, and James almost grimaced at the gaping, rugged wound. But his body was not under his control. Duncans hands were behind his back with ductape binding them as well.

James felt his heart freeze up in his chest. A pained gasp made me took up. Lance.

He was standing in front of the refrigerator. Or at least, that's what James first thought. Two butchering knives were pushed through his chest cavity, inline with his collarbone, and just beneath it, holding him to the fridge. His hands were stabbed through with steak knives, and a long cut ran from his forehead across his left eyebrow, down his cheek to his jaw.

"Kat-rina." he rasped, and James couldn't understand how he could be speaking. "Katrina killed... us." with a retching gasp, the knives purchase on the refrigerator seemed to loosen, and his body collapsed to the ground, the steak knives tearing through his hands and staying in place. Lance wouldn't feel the pain though. Because he was dead before he hit the floor.

James looked around. The Déjà vu was horrible. The exact way Kat's parents were killed. With knives. It was her form of justice.

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James got home two days later. His keys hit the countertop. He ran a hand down his face, feeling ragged and worn... and when he looked up...

He saw Kat.

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ONE MORE CHPTER LEFT!!!!

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