Die for us

You're my only true happiness...

Two Months Later

Bryn’s POV –

I press my finger against the trigger of the gun, threatening to pull it. Darien stares at me, lifting up his hands on either side of his face as a sign of surrendering. The car honks outside and I’m tempted to flash a glance in the direction of it, but I keep my eyes locked with Darien’s.

Killing him was worth only ten grand but I had to take it just to keep myself busy. These past two months were a great way to prove I hadn’t lost sight of who I truly am.

A killer.

“Do you know why I was sent to kill you?” I ask him, bringing my left hand to grasp onto the gun more firmly.

I take a step forward, kicking a chair away from me for more room to walk. He backs up against the wall, scowling as the barrel of the gun approached him.

“Who are you?”

“Guess.” I smile evilly. “If you guess correctly, I might let you go.”

“Might?” He scoffs, “Just kill me if you’re going to play tricks.”

My smile fades at his sudden boldness towards me. I smack his face with the gun and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards me. Then I shove the gun under his chin and look him dead in the eyes, sneering at his bad attitude.

“Don’t get cocky with me.” I warn him.

The door bursts open from behind us and I hear movement working their way into the room. I pull the trigger, killing Darien in an instant and turn around, shoving the gun into my side. I duck down under a desk from inside the office I appeared to be in. There were walls covering the cubical I happen to be in so for now I was remotely safe from capture.

A car honks again and I hear a voice coming in from the microchip I used to keep in contact with my gang.

“Bryn, what’s going on?” I hear Derek speaking, his voice breaking up from the damage of the chip.

“I’m stuck in a cubical. People are searching the area; I’ll be out in ten. Don’t respond.” I order him.

Carefully, I extend a leg out in front of me. I place all ten fingers on the floor and push myself out from below the desk, keeping every movement as silent as possible. I keep my legs far apart from one another to keep the leather of my tights from rubbing together and exposing me. I also keep my body as close to the ground, to the best of my ability, basically causing myself to prowl like a cat.

I skim left and right before noticing an exit. I hear conversations from the cubical behind the one I was in right now. This was my opportunity to escape.

As silent as I could possibly get, I crawl out of the cubical and crawl towards the exit. I stopped every few seconds to listen to my surroundings.

“How did she kill twenty of us alone?” Someone says angrily after banging his hand on a table. “That just doesn’t make any sense!”

I smile to myself and continue crawling. Maybe I should help him understand better why I was so capable of murdering his cheap excuse of a gang. They were called ‘El Diablos’ and with a name like that, it’s to be expected not to stand a chance against me. The best gangs don’t need a name because you won’t be alive long enough to tell it to the person next to you.

Once I was so close to the exit that I could literally stand up, walk out and still not be discovered, I decide to put on a little show. I stand up, grabbing my hairand pulling it up into a pony tail. There were four guys in the center of the office, all staring at something on a table. They appeared to be well between the early twenties and mid-thirties. I grab my gun and casually begin reloading it.