Street Nerd

ch16 •• oh please do

chapter sixteen
"i'll let you suffer"
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I take long look, assessing the situation. Miles was at the passenger door with a .45, an evident extended clip attachment. Not one shot was missed. Clayton was crouched behind the driver side door, out of ammo. Obviously he wasn't as prepared as Miles. He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his head on the inside of the door as bullets still flied. Hunter was behind a different car, crouched and shooting without getting up.

Xavier yelled my name, "Ada, we need to leave!"

I saw all three boys snap their head in my direction. I was furious, why does everyone do that?! They all gave me a alarmed look, before looking back at the still shooting guys, not too many still standing. I look myself, the guy from before is still standing shooting at the boys that have nothing to do with this mess. He gets up from his position and runs back around the corner.

My anger rises. He's getting away!

"I'll be right back!" I yell at the car, ignoring Andy's and Xavier's protests. I pick my gun off the floor and check the ammo.

I run hunched until I reach the boys car, stopping to catch my breath before I run all the way around the corner. Just as I turned the man turned the next corner that lead to the front parking lot and main street.

I sprint and spin around the corner to instantly be met with a punch to the stomach. I growl in mild pain and tackle him to the floor. My gun goes flying out of my hand and against the wall, feet away. I punch the man and run to my gun but before I get there, my ankle I captured and I'm flying to the floor.

My hands catch my fall and I flip over onto my back. The man launches himself at my gun, soaring over my body. I fly up and attack him with many punches, kicks, and jabs.

He exhales and relaxes, stopping himself from blocking any hits I send to him. I end up still going, but stop when I finally comprehend that he has given up. Blood drips from every inch of him body, but not as gruesome as I'd presume. I grab my gun and push it to his forehead. He flinches and takes a sharp inward breath.

"Where's my sister?" I speak harshly but without any emotion. I need answers, even if I'm slightly afraid to know the truth.

He chuckles and specks of blood fly out as he has a mild coughing fit.

"That thing broke years ago." He says staring into my eyes.

I now become furious. I push the barrel into his forehead, hard enough to cause brain damage. He winces in pain but then sends my a bloody smile.

"I swear to god I'll shoot you where you are and feel no remorse whatsoever." I threaten.

"Or my men," He says as a cold metal is pushed against the back of my neck. "can shoot you where you stand, and feel just as little remorse." He smirks and tries to grab my gun out of my hand. So, I push it harder against his head in response.

The guy digs his gun farther into my neck and I have to strain to be comfortable. The man on the floor is staring straight through my soul.

"You've grown up haven't you Ada?" He asks and smirks.

I scowl and hit him upside the head with the handle of my hand gun before flipping off of him and elbowing the guy behind me in his groin. He makes an inhuman noise and falls to his knees, dropping his gun that I swiftly recover and cock.

As I point both guns at him laying on the floor. "What's your name?" I ask him.

He seems shocked as he replies, "Quinn." He breathes out and puts his hand on his chest, above his heart.

"You're dying Quinn. So I'll let you suffer," I say standing up and pointing my gun at his friend. "I cannot say the same for you though."

The ringing fills my ears and I look at my gun. I didn't even pull the trigger.

That's when I feel it. The warm liquid dripping down my thigh and to my ankle leaving my upper body numb. The pain, then the numbness. They seem to be taking turns, the pain will come back after a short minute of numbness.

I turn around at look at Quinn. He is standing over me, as I now collapse to the floor. He has a gun pointed at me, smirking deviously.

My body goes cold, I feel it happening. The look on Quinns face does not show satisfaction anymore, but regret and fear. In one movement he's dropped his gun and limping in a hurry to his SUV.

"Andy." I yell, but it merely comes out a whisper.

As if he heard, he's sliding on the pavement to my side. He's shouting something I cannot hear, so I put my finger against his lips shutting them instantly. Tears fall from his cheeks as he sits there hopelessly staring at me.

This is going to be my last sight. The last thing I see before I die. I'm glad it's of Andy.

I smile a small smile before looking at the entrance to The Fright.

Everything turns black after that.

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