My Masked Assassin

Chapter Twelve: 158 St. Angelo's Avenue

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Are you awake ma'am?" I feel someone shaking me.

I blink my eyes open and I see two cops bent down over me, a man and a woman, both looking too young to be on the force...they were barely older then me.

I push my arm out and was glad to feel it respond as I inch myself up and hold my head with my other hand. The room was crawling with people, tapping stuff, bagging stuff and examining stuff.

Antonio's remains were already being put together like a jigsaw puzzle and zipped away. I looked down at myself and found my body a bloody, scratched and beaten mess.

"Ma'am, do you need medical attention?" the woman asked.

Well duh you dumb bitch! Look at me!

But I just shake my head and get up to my wobbly feet. My heels were still on so I kicked them off and hold onto them by the ankle straps. I look around the room, gingerly moving my sour neck, in my efforts to do so I catch a glimpse at the overhead digital clock.

"Oh shit!" I bolt for the main door.

"Wait! Ma'am! We need to ask you some questions!" the female police officer cried after me.

"Fuck off!" I cry to her as the elevator doors ding shut.

The doors opened on the first floor and I race down the hall to the exit, once in the auditorium I am instantly assault by the sight and smell of death.

Se-ve-ral dead decapitated ninja bodies lay on the ground, with twice as many officers running around them and recording things.

A bunch of children were being huddle in a corner, shielded from the raw horrors while parents and attendees were being questioned and attended to. Sadly a couple of guests had died from being stabbed multiple times and bleeding to death.

But I couldn't help but look at the clean cuts around the ninjas' necks, like they were all made of butter. I was in awe of the sheer force and brutality of the scene, the once porcelain clean tiles now covered in an inch of blood.

Instantly I am assaulted with an image of a black clad stranger with menacing blades and a black motor helmet.

Who was that guy...?

I shake the thought of him out of my head and make for the exit.

"Hold it right there missy!" I hear the loud female authoritative voice boom.

I'm just about at the exit when I turn and see Sally charging towards me. Without even thinking I hightail it out the door.

"I'm sorry!" I cry over my shoulder. "I'll send you a lengthy email in the morning! But right now I gotta be somewhere!"

And for all I'm worth I run and dodge the cops trying to stop me. I know if Sally gets her hands on me I'll be trapped here till sun up! I make it down the gold carpet and wave my hands frantically for a cab.

One immediately stopped as I all but jump through the window into the back seat. "Drive! Drive! Drive!" I yell at him.

The confused Indian guy just slaps on the gas pedal and zips away.

I lean back on the seat and sigh, knowing Sally and her stubborn attitude, she'd probably be trying to follow me and be on her way to my apartment right now. Good thing that that isn't my destination.

"Where to miss?" the driver asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

"158 St. Angelo's Avenue" I breathe out, looking out the window mindlessly.