Avenge him

Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire

Abbie's POV

"Is this still apart of your plan?" Megan whispered sarcastically, looking down at the knife pointed at her chest.

"So were a little off track. I can still fix this." I reply.

"Would you two please shut up?" Sasha asked angry with a hint of impatience.

We both turn back to her. Another plan springing to mind. "You know, it's rude to interrupt." She glares so hard, it feels like she's looking into my soul.

"Abbie what are you doing?"

"Just go with me here."

Megan rolls her eyes, but doesn't fight me on it.

"Did your mother even teach you any respect?" Sasha shook with anger. Surprisingly, she dropped the knife.

"What are you doing?" Joycelyn asked nervously.

"I'm going to kill her with my hands!"

"Oh shit!" I yell as Sasha pounces at me.

"Still a part of your plan!" Megan hollers at me while I run from Sasha. This would be an intense moment if we didn't look like Tom and Jerry with her running after me.

"You know, I just came here to have a good time, and honestly I'm feeling so attacked right now." Megan tells Joycelyn trying to take the attention off the knife she has pointed at her.

Joycelyn, obviously becoming distracted, cocks her head in confusion. Taking advantage of this, Megan swoops down and grabs the knife lying on the floor.

Megan then, raises an eyebrow and smiles, "On guard!"

They go back and forth, with the two kitchen knifes.

Remembering, I yell, "Megan! The guns!"

Immediately after that I grab the gun from out behind me. Turning around swiftly I point it at Sasha. "Game over."

"Oh, dear, tsk tsk," Sasha smiles as her anger fading away. "Don't you know playing with guns is bad."

"Shut up, and move over there." I point to the chairs we were tied up in. Megan, who has the other gun, does the same with Joycelyn.

"I have to admit. I didn't think you actually had a plan. It turns out this is a pretty good plan."

"So, I think the question is, what now?" Sasha laughs.

"You two go to prison, for the rest of your lives." Megan responds.

"Aw, well that's no fun." Sasha pouts.

"Yeah, well neither is being stabbed." Megan retorts.

We make our way over to the kitchen where the phone is, gun still pointed at Joycelyn and Megan.

"I think you two are forgetting one thing!" Sasha calls to us.

"What's that?" I ask.

"We have guns also."

Bullets start flying. "Get down!" I yell. The counter was protecting us from their shots at the moment, but they had to be getting closer. Hearing no more bullets, we stand up. To our horror, we look into the eyes of our enemies standing four inches away.

Sasha pulls my head down, and it hits the counter. I drop my gun, and my nose begins to fill with blood. "Karma is a bitch." I say grabbing the bridge of my nose.

Sasha swings her body over the counter, and gets into fighting stance.

"Ultimate fight to the death." She states before charging me. Using my reflexes I swift to the side. She goes for a punch, but I catch it in the air.

"Let's finish this."

"Gladly."

Sasha swiftly kicks my legs out from under me. Flipping myself back up I throw a punch. It hits her straight to the throat.

I reach down and pick up my gun. Shooting at Sasha. I don't quit until I fire all my rounds. After Megan knocks Joycelyn out, she walks over to me.

"Oh shit."

"Yeah oh shit."