All for you

Chapter 6

My emotions flood back for a second and I let out a little whimper as a large tear drop runs down my face and splatters onto the floor. I try pulling myself back together but all I do is collapse to the floor in a sobbing mess.

"I can hear something. Oi, shut up you idiot."

As soon as these guys are dead I can cry all I like. I slowly rise back to my feet again wiping away my warm, salty tears on my shirt. I take one big sniff, wipe my face one more time and take one big breath to calm myself back down.

"Fuckin idiot. You spooked her."

They are terrible at whispering. I focus on their voices and can hear them over my left shoulder. I shuffle quietly to a row of crates on the other side. I back myself up against the end box of the row I think they're in.

"Standing here is doing us nothing. Where the hell is she?"

"Right here fuckers." I turn swiftly around the corner and fire two shots. Each shot miraculously hits them square in the face and they both drop to the ground like it was a rehearsed act.

I give each of them a second shot to ensure they're dead. I'm suddenly captivated. Blood pools behind their heads, dribbling gently. It's almost beautiful.

I plod along the length of the room. All I want to do is sit and scream and cry and complain but my thoughts are disrupted by the sound of a door creaking open and shuffling of shoes. I duck and hide between some crates. I decide to holster one gun to save ammo and to save my arms from being so tired.

I stick my head out the side to see a navy officer. What's to say he is navy. I poke my head out again and read the name tag; KOSOV-MEYER. It doesn't sound Aussie and he doesn't really look it but his uniform looks legitimate. He looks sort like a dickhead

He is all alone, only a pistol for defence and he is about my height and width. I could take him. Why do I suddenly want to kill a navy officer?

I step out very slowly aiming my gun at him. My eyes glued to him, watching his every movement. He jumps when he sees me.

"Put down the gun." He talks very softly and calmly. "Please Ivy."

I lower the gun slightly.
"How do you know my name?"
My voice is filled with confusion and anger.

"Ok, drop the gun and we will talk."

"No. How do I know you're not like them?" I say signalling to the dead bodies behind him.

"We are navy. We're not going to hurt you."

"Who is we?"

A strong pair of hands grabs me from behind. The gun is snatched away from me and all I can do is kick and scream.

"Oww. Get off me. Please you're hurting me."

This persons grip slips for just a second but that's all I need to break free. A knee to the crotch, a punch to the jaw and a kick to the stomach. I break fully free and run.

I run straight back toward where I shot the first guy. Another man in a navy uniform appears in front of me. I turn and run back but KOSOV-MEYER is there as well. I run sideways and weave in and out of the crates. KOSOV appears right in front of me and I try running sideways back into the middle. I'm stopped by another guy, BLAKE.

I recognise the symbol on his name tag. It is a coxswain badge (medic). In his hand, instead of a gun, it appears he is holding a needle. I freak out. My heart was already racing but this pushes it further than I think it has ever been.

By this point I wasn't even sure why I was running. I just wanted to be alone. I wanted to escape and run. I turn back again and try to run only to be stopped by the guy I cockshot, MULHOLLAND. I'm trapped. I try to quickly assess how easy it would be to climb a crate and escape over the top but the ceiling is too low. I run straight towards the smallest looking guy, KOSOV and try to shoulder charge him out of the way. He puts up a fight and manages to pin my arms behind my back.

I struggle. He tightens his grip.
"Ahhh."

"Just relax. Stop struggling and relax."

His voice has become more stern.

I keep trying to break free. It's hurting my wrists and shoulders. He handcuffs my hands together, puts his forearm across my chest and pulls me close to control me. This doesn't stop me. I continue wriggling.

The medic walks very slowly towards me with both hands outstretched, showing his empty hands. I want to know where the needle went. He inches closer and closer until he is within arms distance. I start struggling again.

"Listen, I'm a doctor. I know what these guys did to you."

He signals back towards the three guys I killed.

I swallow quickly masking the pain in my wrists. BLAKE steps closer and I begin struggling again. He signals for MULHOLLAND. He's a big guy. Tall, broad shoulders, really tough looking guy. He holds me as well hoping to calm me down. It makes me fidget more. I'm more scared now then when Nico or Alex was around.