Undercover Lesbian Stripper

cLiChE LiNe i KnOw

Chapter 16

Tara/Kat's POV

Not thinking clearly, I tried ot stop the knife with my hand. Well, I did, but I cut my hand. I definately wasn't prepared for that. Like really, I have only heard Bryce talk about 3 times and he thinks that gives him the right to attept to kill me. The room was dead silent, the only noise coming from the tv, which was making it so awkward I wanted to laugh, but I knew it wasn't the time for that. Blair had even stopped crying to understand what the hell was going on. Heck, I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Apparently, Bryce wasn't done with me, because he charged at me. I dropped the knife, ignoring the stinging pain in my hand, and got ready to fight. He launched himself at me, but I quickly moved out of his way. Bryce recovered from his fall, and charged at me. I guess no one was going to intervene, because they would have done so by now. I was all alone, with this person, who was obviously let out of the mental hospital a tad but early. Bryce threw a few punches at me, but I dodged them and threw of a few of my own. I was about to kick him, when he grabbed my ankle and tugged my forward, punching me square in the face. My nose was probably broken, I could feel the blood trickling down from my nose. I fell back, trying to regain my vision. Bryce knew what he was doing, but I couldn't think back to what his file said. He was probably the silent killer one.

Bryce straddled me, and I struggled for awhile, until I felt something cold and jagged press down on my throat. Somebody gasped, and I was pretty sure it was Blair. My only hope was the small traznquilizer dart I had in my sock. I tried to reach for it, but my supply of oxygen was very limited at the moment. When I finally felt the small dart, I quickly grasped it and wasted no time in stabbing Bryce in his side. The liquid quickly spread throughout his body and he fell in stop of me. I pushed him off, needing my space and wanting to get the knife off of my neck. I could feel brood, and that would no doubt turn into a scar. I didn't even bother to look at the group of people who were just going to witness my death, and probably hide my body. I went over to a small control pad my the door, and put the entire apartment on lockdown. No one was coming in, and no one was going out. Then I immediately called James and informed him on our little 'problem', and he said that he and Serana were going to be coming with backup and soon as possible. I hung up and went to the little medical kit, and cleaned and bandaged my cuts. Then I finally turned to the group of bystanders. They all looked kind of shocked, but Blair looked guilty. Serves her right. "I think you guys should take a seat. You won't be going anywhere for, let's just say quite some time." I wasn't happy about this, but their dumbfounded expressions brought me some kind of pleasure. I watched as everyone slowly took a seat, looking at Bryce, who was still unconcious on the floor. I was pretty sure that he was alive. Not positive, but pretty sure. I'm guessing nobody else wanted to end up like Bryce on the floor, dead. Just kidding?

I nodded to the sight of everyone sitting down. I was recalling all of tonight's events so far, wondering how such a good night could take a very sharp turn of events. It was unbelieveable. But I was going to make use of the time I had.

I was about to sit down when, I remembered that I was attacked. I jogged over the kitchen nad reached under the sink for a mini tranquilizer gun. I grabbed around 10 darts and loaded them as I made my way back over to the couch. Everyone saw thw gun in my hands and their eyes widened slightly. I sat down on the love seat, alone. I was about to say something, when a soft moan echoed through the quiet room. I rushed over to Bryce and dragged him to the nearest pole. Sitting him upstreat, I walked over to the fireplace and reached in to get some handcuffs. As I walked back over to Bryce, I dusted them off and wrinkled my nose at the old rusty smell they gave off. I wouldn't have to deal with the smell, so it wasn't my problem.

I cuffed Bryce's left hand to the steel pole and pucnhed him for good measures. It felt good to do that because, if it wasn't obvious already, he kind of punched my nose, and I had to make sure that he stayed out for awhile longer. Finally, ready to confront the idiots who left me hanging, I made my way back over to the empty love seat and sat down. I studied everyone's face. Blair looked guilty, Spencer looked lost, Remmington looked slightly guilty, but also confused. And Blake. He looked like he was having an internal battle with himself, and I am pretty sure I saw some trace of guilt. I wanted nothing more that to just hold him and listen to all of his problems, but I quickly shoved those thoughts to the side. I looked away when Blake caught my gaze.

I cleared my throat ready for whatever else was going to happen tonight. I literally have nothing else to loose.
" My name is Tara Swann, I am a CIA Agent, and tonight is the night where all is going to be unveiled."

Cliche line. I know.