Born of Chaos and Grace

Chapter Two: Reconcile - Part III

While Laine had said she was going to go in head first, she is doing the opposite now by leaning against the back of the car. Apparently, their sudden stop had thrown their pursuers for a loop.

Her arm hangs at her side, gun glinting in the sun, and she watches with calculating eyes as the van skids to a stop. Six men climb out and move towards them, intent to attack evident on their faces. They are stopped in their tracks by the gun rising to aim at them.

"Not another step, gentlemen," Laine says, lining her shot up with the one directly across from her. Next to her, Dean's gun cocks as he raises his arm to aim. They all share looks between their ranks, a couple of laughs escaping when they look back towards her.

"Come with us and your human can live. Maybe." The one standing closest to them says, a malicious smile forming on his face as he glances between her and Dean.

She grins back, finger hovering over the trigger. "Yeah, don't think so, buddy."

Without warning, she pulls the trigger.

Thankfully, Dean reacts instantly and fires his own shot, dropping another enemy. Only four left.

The men don't even look at their fallen comrades before they launch at her and Dean, vicious snarls ripping from their throats as two head for Dean and one for her.

She manages to dodge the fist aimed at her face and with that opening, she launches the butt of her gun towards his face. He catches her arm mid-swing and twists her around, arms wrapping around her. A growl builds in her throat and she throws back her head, connecting with his face. It sends him reeling backwards as blood spurts from his nose, and she doesn't hesitate to turn and kick him square in the chest.

He stumbles backwards and loses his footing, body falling backwards to the ground. He doesn't have time to rise to his feet before Laine puts a bullet in his head.

Her victory is short lived as hands grab at her jacket and toss her towards the car. Her body connects with the rear end of the vehicle, momentarily stunned. She spares a quick look behind her, rolling away just in time to miss the knife slashed down at her. She goes to raise her hand to fire a shot, but her gun is no longer in her grasp.

Looking around, she notes it sitting on the ground behind the approaching attacker. The fight just got personal.

Leaping to her feet, she blocks the knife coming towards her and grasps his arm. Using all her strength, she twists his arm and flips him over, his body landing with a thud on the ground. Not wasting a moment, Laine makes a lunge for her gun, but a hand catches her ankle.

She plummets to the ground, gravel digging into her skin, and is dazed from the impact. A groan escapes her as she rolls over, pain shooting through her body. Before she can attempt to climb back to her feet, her enemy climbs on top of her with the blade coming to rest against her neck.

"You're ours now." He laughs, the press of the knife firm against her skin. This was one of the men who had first gone after Dean; apparently, he doesn't like waiting.

Laine glances down for a moment, all possible options of escape buzzing through her mind, before looking back up with a daring grin tugging at her lips. "I don't think so."

Planting her foot near her butt, she launches her hips upwards and knocks him aside. Without pause, Laine rolls onto him and snatches the knife out of his slackened hand. She grips the knife and slashes it across his throat, refusing to give him a chance to plead or attempt to fight back.

Sliding off of him, she drops the blade as she sits back and glances towards Dean, seeing that he has just put a bullet into the head of his second attacker. A relieved expression starts to form on her face at the notion that they have taken out all the enemies, but movement out of the corner of her eye has her freezing.