Captive: Hopeless

Chapter 37 - Attack

Kay had no time to think or feel as bullets hit the ground beside her. She would have to move fast; even as she skidded, she brought herself back up to her feet.

Although quick, she was not as fast as a vampire or werewolf, having to use her wits to keep them from hitting her. On the other hand, it was as if she instinctively knew where they were, and her eyesight was as keen as theirs. Even though her hearing was perhaps not as sensitive or her sense of smell, she seemed to be able to detect the enemy before they happened upon her, like a sixth sense.

Mere minutes passed since the choppers arrived, and half her team was already dead, and their communications hadn't even been set up.

She tapped into the werewolf mind link and almost shut it as chaos erupted in her mind. There would be no way to direct or coordinate the remainder of her people—there were just too many enemies.

Allowing her new sixth sense to extend itself gave her access to as many enemy positions near her as she could track without distracting herself.

***

An enemy positioned himself behind a fallen log and pinned down some of her people. The vampire was so intent on his targets that he never heard her, caught her scent, or saw her coming.

She slit his throat and broke his neck in two smooth actions that flowed one into the other.

The power that flowed through her body in a steady stream was something she had experienced before, but in small doses, yet adrenaline amped it up a hundred times. Breaking a vampire's neck should not be effortless.

Kay hid behind the fallen log and glaring at the enemies converging on her team, she picked up the dead vampire's silenced sniper rifle and aimed.

The enemy jerked and dropped one by one as she targeted those further back, knowing that with them behind their comrades, she'd have more time.

It took them way too long to figure out there was a problem, and she got almost all of them. With each kill, something inside her tore, and she shoved it deep down into her subconscious. Now was not the time to deal with it, not at that moment, not while her men were being decimated.

With each of her friends and pack members that fell, something inside became colder and harder, making it easier to do what needed to be done.

The gun clicked on empty, and without a thought, she searched the body beside her, lying in a pool of blood that smeared her hands, discovering two spare clips.

It was time to move again.

***

Kay picked a tree and made her way there, going toward the most concentrated gunfire. Two more enemies died before she reached her destination.

A bullet grazed her arm; it stung but barely registered as she found a new position.

Her mind cleared of the fog of panic, and everything she had been taught came easily. More experienced fighters than her were lying dead on the ground, but that thought barely registered. It was as if she had been born for this; her entire life led up to this moment, and she was ready for it.

She moved through the enemy like a wraith, using the world around her, the weapons she could find, her body, and her mind.

As the fight wore on, ammunition started to run out. The enemy anticipated that their superior numbers would end the battle quickly and didn't count on the resistance they would encounter.

Kay found herself in hand-to-hand battles with vampires and werewolves, discovering that she could read their movements and predict their actions.

Despite their speed and power, they were no match for her. She did not get away unscathed, and it was not easy either, requiring all her skills, training, abilities, and mind just to survive.

***

The cavalry arrived just in time and took care of the remaining enemies, but the only survivor was Kay, covered in blood and still staring at nothing. Her last enemy lying on his side, some distance away.

There were puncture wounds on his broken neck where she bit him, her eyes swirling blue, and there was no mark on her, despite the blood on her and a few gashes in her armor that indicated that she had been hurt.

Cat reached out to touch her shoulder, and the succubus moved with unexpected speed, catching her hand in a vice-like grip, and her fangs were out.

Since when did the succubus have fangs? Were they always there? It made sense with her having some vampire DNA, but it caught her off guard. It was odd to see a succubus with fangs.

Kay's face was eerily beautiful, even smeared with dirt and blood.

"Kay," she raised her voice, trying not to flinch, and the succubus blinked, recognition dawning slowly as she let go. Her eyes returned to their normal color and then darkened. "Are you alright?" It was a stupid question, but she didn't know what else to say.

For a second, Cat thought she would break down or cry, but she did neither.

"Yes," Kay said, and they both knew it was a blatant lie.

***

Reality returned to Kay, cementing the understanding of what she had done. The unexpected loss of her friends haunted her; they were under her command, and she had been responsible for them. This was meant to be a game, a bonding session, and instead, it turned into a bloodbath.

She clamped down on her grief, sitting in silence all the way home that created a barrier between her and the people with her as the helicopter raced above the treetops, snipers at the doors.

Although she sensed the pity in their eyes, they didn't need to question her—the events spoke for themselves, and she'd have to report to Darius and Marcus soon enough. The council might even get involved because this day started a war.

The realization scared her. Where would this end?

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