Ch.8

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I sang a couple of songs and got the crowd pumping. I enjoyed it like I did every night, except tonight I was not totally utterly focused on singing. I kept a close eye on both Sherlock and John the whole night. John was at the bar, While Sherlock was just standing in the crowd. 

For the most part Sherlock would usually be watching me but on occasion his eyes would flicker over and look at thins one guy who looked pretty drunk and careless. I figured that was a the target victim. I decided to keep an eye on him to. 

After I finished singing Roar by Katy Perry I saw him. James Colly. He looked the same as he did in the picture Sherlock had shown me. 

"Okay Everyone I'm gonna slow it down a little so grab a sexy partner and take them to the dance floor!" I cheered into the mic and was greeted by a couple of chants and cheers and some clapping. 

I Started to sing I Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. I looked right at Sherlock Who smiled and winked at me. He seemed like the most care free person in the world. I looked over at John Who was standing up and looking alert. He Looked at me and I nodded my head towards James to show him where he was.  He gave me a nod and closely followed James through the crowd. 

I was on the second verse when James finally got close to his victim.

"Take my hand, and take my whole life too. Cause I can't help falling in love with you." As I sang these words I looked at Sherlock to make sure he was watching James, but instead I saw his big green orbs watching me. I stopped singing and pointed at James, but he already had his victim in his hands with a gun pointed at his head.  I ran off stage and grabbed a gun  off Luke, one of the security guards, and ran toward Sherlock shouting at people to leave. I was having trouble getting through people so finally I pointed the gun up toward the ceiling and fired the gun twice. 

People looked around in a panic before scattering and running out the doors in a confused mob. 

I ran toward Sherlock and caught sight of John doing the same. When I got to Sherlock I found James pointing a gun at him with one hand and holding on to his drunk victim with the other. I also found five other guys who looked like the classical big bad guys on the Saturday morning cartoons. 

I Walked over calmly to Sherlock and stood at his side the gun pointed at James and I saw John on Sherlock's other side doing the same.  

"You see? There is no possible way for this to turn out good for you. So say you shoot me. So what? you will get shot too.' 

I Saw James' jaw lock and an angry expression cross his face, before it smoothed over and a warm smile crossed his features.

"Well I could at least die trying." I watched his finger closely and watched it twitch before jumping forward and grabbing his hand pointing it upwards so that his sots went in the air. Then still holding the shocked James I succeeded in killing two of his goons before I heard another gun shot that wasn't mine and I turned to see John had killed another bad guy as well. However James took this Opportunity and punched me in the stomach then a left hook which dazed me so I stepped away from him and walked into a hard wall of muscle. 

"Such a shame to ruin such a pretty face." I heard a deep voice growl. I jumped forward and spun around and was met by a 6'2 stature of man. I could see his eyes roam my body before reaching for me, but he was slow. I spun under his arm and kicked his back so that he fell to the floor. I lost my balance and stumbled back and felt someone grab my arms. I tried to struggle out of the iron grip but it was to no avail. I saw wall man stand back up and stomp toward me. 

"You gonna pay for that you bitch." He said through gritted teeth, but I just smiled. Then as he pulled his fist back I leaned back and jumped up back into my holder and then kicked the wall man right in the stomach with me heals which threw him backwards. I then flipped backwards onto the shoulders of my holder and twisted his neck before hearing the satisfying crack . 

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