Kill or be killed

Last Goodbye?

(Veronica's POV:)

My heart was beating so  fast you could practically hear it pounding against my chest. My face burning up, afraid from the face that stood in front of me.

The one face I thought I never had to see again until I die.
The braveness I had in me a few minutes ago slowly started to disappear.
Leaving that twenty year old Veronica who's nothing.

He stood in front of me, a devilish grin on his face.

"I can make this really fucking easy...."
He said pointing at me and running his hand through his hair.
"You can either come over here...or we can do this the hard way....."
His rough voice made goosebumps rise.

One thing I hated was proving that I'm weak so I would always take the hard away, But in this situation it means destroying everyone I care about.

Today proved that I have someone who actually loves me. I thought I was incapable of love, people like Dante and my father made me feel worthless about myself.
But in reality they just helped me become Veronica.

Veronica Valentina García.

I won't give up, I promised myself that I would no longer be weak and cry over being hurt multiple times.

This is my chance.

Lashing forward my fist makes contact with him jaw making him stumble back with a groan.
sliding across him I snatched his gun and chucked it across the room.

"If you wanna fight. You fight like a real man"
He held his jaw moving it side to side.
His face was bloody which meant that Hunter probably got to him first......

So where is he?
If something happened to Hunter I would never forgive myself.

Dante suddenly realised I got distracted and it gave him enough time to get his knife out and bring it in my direction.

Before the knife went straight into my stomach I jerked my body away causing it to only cut my arm.

Furrowing my brows, I looked at where he cut me and then back at him.

"Your cheating!"
I snap at him, while he readjusted the knife in his hand.

"This isn't cheating. It's improvising"
He has a knife. I have my fists.
I need to get out of here.

"Catch me if you can asshole!"
I shout, and start running up the stairs.
I ran into a room with a few dead body's but my eye caught one body.

Christopher.
My eyes widened seeing him.
"No, no, no, no..."
Whispering, I go to him, trying not to scream and release my anger.

"No. Christopher you can not be dead.."
My voice broke out in a whisper as I raised my hand to check his pulse.

Suddenly he coughed spitting blood out.
My eyes widened as I saw him slowly open his eyes.

"C-Chris. Come on. Let's get you out of here"

I tried to help him up but he didn't move.
"Christopher, I'm going to need you to help me"
Lightly grabbing his arm, I use all my strength to pull him up.

"Y-you need t-to go".
He tired to get out.

"No. No way in hell am I going to leave you.
Now. I need you to get up and that's an order".

He slowly got up coughing while I helped him.
"Can you walk?"

"I-I think so"
He said placing his hand on his head.