Laura had nowhere to go.
She ran, James echoing her name along with a string of curses. Damn, he lived.
Everything was locked, and she would be damned to flatter herself with the idea he did it in fear of her escaping. Perhaps more victims resided here.
It was just a long dead hallway outside of that room. She sighed, grasping the weapon James had given her out of trust. She turned back, clacking her boots on the floorboards back to James. She forced silver to skin, weapon to wound.
"Wheres the key." She demanded, and with the response of a grunt she snapped, "Wheres the key!"
"Laura, you.." he coughed into his hand, looking at it and laughing at the dark wine color. He looked up at her, "your so useless, you don't know a damn thing, not even what you just did."
"Say it loud and fucking proud, James. Yeah, you beat me. We fought then but now- oh now, who looks a fool, huh?"
James pulled his emotionless face into a smile. A smile. He laughed and clapped, down on his knees with lungs full of blood. "I love it. I love it! You want to know a fool, winner? You just killed us both."
A thud sounded threw the air shaft, and gas answered as it flowed and hissed threw the vents. Laura flinched, James did not. She cursed, dragging James's wounded ass out the doorway, kicking him out of the way for the door to slam and lock into place. Purgers or thieves sounded from outside, trying to pry there way in. Dammit. Dammit!
"Oh, what now? First place doesn't want her prize?"
James was right, she had acted foolishly. She broke an unspoken rule, one that screamed its way threw every single dirty, sadistic, murderous Consorian.
No guns allowed in the city.
Fuck.
She thought.
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City of Thieves
FantasyThe boy grabbed the arm Laura was holding the axe, catching her off guard. She struggled, pulling hard to get away- but he was too strong. He twisted her arm as the axe dangled helplessly from her fingertips. She chocked out a strangled yelp, dropp...
