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A Long Day//Ryan Haywood(FAHC)

Word Count: 5,753
Pairing: Ryan x Reader
AU: Fahc
Prompt: N/A
Warnings: Swearing, blood, fighting, guns.
Author Note: I may have gotten carried away with this one and Ryan may not really show up until the end. Also I originally wrote this before Adam left Funhaus, so let's just roll with it.
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The sharp crack of something slamming into the back of your skull certainly didn't help the ringing in your ears. You could tell that the explosives had gone off way too soon. You were supposed to have been clear of this area by the time they were set off. Swiftly, you turned on your heels, causing your head to spin as if you were drunk. A man stood behind you with the butt of his pistol raised as if he was going to hit you again. As he brought the pistol down you grabbed it and twisted it out of his hand. Turning  the gun on him, you swiftly shot him twice.

You wonder why he didn't shoot you. Maybe he was hoping to knock you out and take you hostage? You'd make a great bargaining chip.

The ringing had stopped briefly before it began to sound like you were underwater. The period between the two was long enough for to allow you to clearly hear shouting and rapid footsteps approaching.

You were in absolutely no condition to fight. You didn't really have a choice though. Pushing yourself against the wall near the doorway, you readied the pistol for the people coming in.The muffled sound of fast approaching footsteps barely reached your ears. Leveling the gun with the doorway, you braced yourself for the fight. The first person entered the doorway and you fired. Their body slumped to the ground almost instantly.

There was a shout down the hall while the footsteps softened. They knew you were there. They knew exactly where you were. There had to be some way out that wouldn't kill you. You could go through the hole the bombs had left but that was currently on fire and full of debris.

The crew! You could call them though your ear piece! Tell them that the bombs went off and that you were trapped! But they would've know the bombs went off. They would've known you were here. They would've tried to reach you by now. Damnit.

Shaking, you took in a labored breath and leveled the pistol again. You took a few steps away from the door. Two of them bursted through the door at the same time, one with a shotgun and the other a pistol. You shot at the guy with the shotgun first, as he was your biggest problem. Adjusting to shoot at the second man, you jerked and I missed. The shot went just past his ear, grazing him. He recoiled at sound but was quick to recover. He fired a shot into your abdomen and tried to fire again. He was out of bullets and so were you.

Panicked, you reached down to grab a floorboard that had been knocked loose by the explosion. You took a swing with the splintered wood as he swung at you. The board connected with his shoulder, which shattered upon impact, while he connected with your stomach. The air was forced out of you as pain blossomed out from your stomach, due to the force of the punch and the bullet wound. You both stumbled backwards from the powerful blows dealt to you. Bending over at the waist, you heaved hard, desperately trying to take in air and dispel the pain. His hand had instinctively gone to his shoulder as he howled out in pain. By some miracle, you recovered before he did.

Urging your battered body to move, you grabbed the board again and pushed yourself towards him. Each step was getting increasingly more difficult and heavy as you made it to him. You raised the board over my head which took a considerable amount of effort. You brought the board down with as much strength as you could muster, which at this point was not a lot. The board collided with his head but merely made him stumble backwards and bleed. You again lifted the board which required even more effort than the previous time. It cracked into his head with a much greater force than before, splintering and cracking even more. Blood poured down his face as he fell backwards and the board dropped to the ground with a loud thud.