Star Cross Lovers with Guns

Chapter 20

     Slowly and quietly, I pass the elevators while pressing my back against the wall heading into the direction of the torture chamber. I keep my head up as I make my way down the dark hall. The thought of which weapons Keith and Ricky would use, invaded my mind just as a throwing star cuts my right cheek, making me freeze in my spot. Keith. Turning around, I see the multicolour blade coming back at me.

     Ducking, I run towards the wall hiding behind a small old wooden table. Flipping the table over, it faces Keith as I breath heavy. Removing my bag, I search for the smoke bombs as a plan comes to mind. That's when an arrow comes flying towards me, shooting itself into my shoulder pinning me against the table. I cry out in pain as I try not to move. Ricky. Looking up, Ricky stands before me with a crossbow in hand and a sly smirk on his face. "You should be more careful Fionia." He says.

     I don't answer, instead I look down at my right shoulder to find the arrow in between my shoulder blades. Blood drips out of the marking as I begin to feel nauseous. I breath heavy and try pulling it out but my left arm is quickly pulled back by a black throwing star. It hits the top of my black Adidas top, pinning me to the table.

     Huffing out in annoyance, my head shoots up as I watch Keith making his way towards us. A smile splatters across both their faces as they're clearly enjoying this. It's like training camp all over again, only this time I have an arrow in my shoulder. "I agree with John, Nia. You should be careful." Keith says, walking towards me. "Now let's take this away from you." He pulls my bag away from me and throws it across the floor allowing it to hit the wall on the right. "Let's not forget about this." Keith continues as he picks up my baseball bat and throws it besides my bag.

     "Why would you throw the bag! I wanted to see what's inside!" Rocky complains while shooting me a look as if saying this is apart of the plan. He walks across the hall to my bag. Keith follows him as he nods his head in agreement while shooting me the same look.

     Realization dawns on me as I lift my left hand to reach the throwing star. They only pulled on a show for Angelo and the others to not blow their covers. Keith threw the bag on purpose to give me enough time to get out of this situation, but I know the boys. And I know that once I get out of this position, they'll treat our attacks like training. Pulling the throwing star off my shirt, I place it directly above my shoulder so that it would look like it's still there.

     "Gee, thanks for going easy on me." I say with a chuckle, but hiss when I feel a shock of pain in my shoulder. I make sure to my eyes on them as I feel my pants pocket for the handgun.

     "No problem." They say in union, as they pull out the smoke bombs and look at them.

     "This won't be easy, will it." I ask seriously while quietly unzipping the pocket my handgun is in. Once the pocket is completely unzipped, I shove my hand in and hold the gun tightly. Letting out a fake cough, I click the gun off safety mode. The feeling of my butt getting numb, I sit up slightly and groan in pain as the arrow moves around in my shoulder. Blood continues to slip out all while I keep a good grip on my gun.

     "Nope." They say in union again as they make their way towards me.

     Smirking at them, they send me a confused look."At least we're on the same page." Pulling my gun out, I shoot Keith in his right thigh and Ricky in his left arm. Making them both drop their weapons. They both scream in pain as I suck in a breath and pull the arrow out of my shoulder. My loud scream follows theirs. Throwing the arrow on the floor, I slowly make my way up as the boys continue to wince in pain.

     Shoving the gun in my pocket and making sure the safety was back on, I move towards the throwing stars that lay besides Keith. "Smart move Nia." He whispers to me as I bend down. Pain clear on his face.

     "Thanks" I reply and move towards the crossbow.

     "Be careful. Angelo's weapon is both of our weapons combined." Ricky whispers.

     "Got it." Getting up, I make my way towards my bag and shove the throwing stars inside. When I finally put the crossbow in my bag, I sling it over my left shoulder while picking up my baseball bat."Sorry. Get better." I whisper to them as I double check may pockets and head down the hall.

     Spotting a camera not too far off, I drift off the boys and back at the camera. They're still on the floor and I know they will need help. "Hey! I know you can hear me Luca!" I shout at the camera.

     The crackling sound of the intercom turning on rings throughout the hall. "What's wrong beautiful?" Gianluca's cocky voice rings through the intercom.

     "Bring someone down to help John and Leonardo. I don't know if you saw but I shot them and if they're not taken care of, they could get infections!" I shout.

     "Yes. Yes. Don't worry princess," Gianluca assures me. "I already sent the guys down with first aid kits for John, Leonardo and yourself!" Emphasizing on the word 'yourself'.

     "I'm fine." I hiss, knowing that he still cares about me and at the fact that I don't want his help.

     "No, you're not! Stop being a stubborn brat  and wait for the guys." He barks, making the speakers turn off.

     Rolling my eyes, a smile stretches across my face. "Knew you still care." I whisper.

***

     Sitting on the once flipped over table, Vince stands over me fixing up my shoulder. He thought it would be best to stitch me up. Looking down at my watch, a groans escapes my lips as I close my eyes. 4:45 pm. This has been the longest day of my life and at this point it seems endless. I have to keep on reminding myself that I'm only two steps away from freedom once I finish with Gianluca and Angelo. "Be careful Nia." Vince says, causing me open my eyes.

     "What do you mean?"

     "Angelo knows that you're injured and right after this you are going to face him." He whispers looking up at the camera a couple of feet away. "He told Luca to go after him. That way he can make you weaker and help Luca win." He whispers while finishing up with my shoulder.

     Scoffing, I roll my eyes. "There's no way I'm going to lose to some old man."

     Vince chuckles while shaking his head. With one last pull, he finishes up the stitches. "Done." He sings, putting the equipment back in the first aid box.

     Nodding my head, I send him a smile. "Thanks."

     "For what?" He questions, picking up my backpack for me.

     Grabbing the backpack, I sling it over my left shoulder. "Oh you know. For these stitches." He sends me a knowing smiling as he pulls me into a gentle hug.

     "No problem." He says. "Use your injury against him. Then when he least expects it, kick his ass." He whispers into my ear, then kissing me on the cheek. Pulling away he goes to help Francesco who's helping Keith.

     "Bye guys! You better be watching!" I shout at them while picking up my bat, that's near the camera where I last spoke to Gianluca.

     "Good luck!" Shouts Ricky, who's getting his arm wrapped by Massimo.

     Massimo smirks at me, "Kick his ass. Literally!" The others nod in agreement as I giggle and wave.

     Walking down the hall turning right, I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I can do this. I know I can.