Revenge

Trigger.

Time just seemed to slow down. I'm in midair after jumping from the moving enemy van, I shouldn't have jumped, now I'm plummeting from a van going 100mph onto the stone sidewalk of the isolated road. My head hits the ground first, I roll then slam into the fence behind me. I feel blood rabidly oozing from my battered body, definitely a few broken bones, I lay there paralysed, I hear the screeching haul of the van and the voices rushing to check if their prisoner is alive. I play dead, you would think agents from Americas most wanted enemy agency would check my pulse, but they leave me in my own blood. I hear them take of, the voices fade and everything going into a blur. I pull out a clip from my hair and pull it, resulting in it flashing red signalling that they're coming to help. I lay there, unable to move, eyes open, full of regret and fear. It seems like hours pass until they pull up, but it's just one guy, my boyfriend, he rushes over to me with a large medical kit.
"Ok Blair, you gotta stay awake. Can you move?" He asks
My response is clear since I don't answer. He turns to his walkie talkie.
"Tim we need someone else down here, it's a lot worse than we thought"he says into the metal piece
He gets out all these things that don't even look familiar to me, he scans my battered body with some clear metal scanner.
"Three broken ribs, fractured shoulder, broken wrists, four badly broken fingers and a sprained ankle. Thankfully no real damage to your head apart from your cut." He says
I can do nothing but stare into space, soon backup arrives. With my eyes closed all I can hear is voices and sense a bright torch lighting me up from the darkness. I must look dead, my bodies in so much pain, they lift me up and place me in another van. I lay in the back seat, my head resting on one of my fellow agents lap,   I'm too weak to even move a unbroken finger.

I wake up in a hospital room, or what looks like one. My body's bandaged up and wires surround me, a machine ticks beside me. I just manage to sit up, the machine beeps.
"Finally your awake Blair, I missed you, you've been in a coma for three days babe" he says, now beside me, pulling a few strands of hair behind my ear.
"When will I get out?" I ask weakly
"I knew you'll say that Blair, until your ribs have healed. Which with our new medicine will take maybe another week" he says, his blue eyes locking with mine
I sigh then lay down.

(One Week Later)
I slip on some new clothes, just a plain grey top and denim shorts. Finally out of the hospital. It's twelve o'clock, every agent gets a meal at the cafeteria, I enter through the doors just as the ceiling crumbles and collapses. I just manage to jump back and avoid another head injury, ropes fly down then it hits me, we're getting attacked. I pull my gun out immediately and take cover behind the wall, my gun aimed at the enemy agents, probably some of the ones that captured me. Guns spray bullets, blood flys. I aim then fire, aim then fire, two bodies down I narrowly miss a bullet rushing to my head, my cover is blowed. We have no chance, agents start to evacuate. Ethan (my boyfriend) takes my hand, we run down the corridor and hide in the door way to a bathroom, people run past, a body drops meters away from the door.
"I gotta find my sister" Ethan whispers, soon kissing my forehead delicately
He takes a few steps out, Bang, he drops down dead. I cover my own mouth, trying not to scream. My boyfriend just got murdered in cold blood, the murdered stands over him and fires another shot into his dead body. I got to shot but there's no bullet to fire, I would be stupid to run out and try kill him. Tears stream down my face, I pull his lifeless body to safety. Before I go, I just need something to remember him by. Just something like a peice of paper or... wait... A engagement ring. He... he was going to propose. I slip on the diamond ring, it sparks something inside me, Rage. I Blair Copper Smith vow to kill the man that murdered my fiancé, if it's the last thing I do.

My bags packed, My fiancé buried, I know we're to go to get my revenge. I walk down the dirt road, following the poorly covered tire tracks of the enemy van, three hours later I arrive at a old abandoned parking building. I enter and peek from around a corner, the enemy that killed my Ethan sits on the truck of is car counting stacks of cash, soon leaving his weapons and money to go and check his surroundings. Too late for that buddy. I quietly run over to the car, I crouch down and take his guns bullets to load my own, with one push of the trigger I could kill him. I take a bit of money and start to stuff it in my pockets, unaware my surroundings.
Click.
Fuck.
Without looking I can sense the man behind me, ready to pull the trigger.
"Get up! Hands were I can see them!" He snarls, kicking my thigh
I get onto my feet, My hands resting by my side.
"Hands up. Or I shoot" he says, I see the fear in his eyes
I take one step forward
"I'll shoot!" He repeats, now his hands trembling
One more step.
"Maybe you should pull the fuckin' trigger" I sigh as I take another step forward
We are now a meter apart. He closes his eyes then pulls the lever. Nothing but a click, the guns empty. With on swift kick and a punch to his nose, the mans laying on his stomach my
knees holding his legs and my hands restraining back his arms.
"It's my turn to pull a trigger" I giggle mentally as I take out my shinny pistol
The barrel now pointed at his head.
"This is for Ethan" Is the last words I say before I pull the trigger.
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That's the end of the story🙂, This book is a challenge set by me (Gamer_Kita ) and my best friend (AliceEvans224 ). We had to write a 1000 word short story about a teen spy that gets revenge for her murdered lover. I hope you liked it, Comment, vote and share if you want more🙃🙂🙃.