RTK: Guns and Stilettos

21 - Goodbye

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Flavio POV

I kept wondering why Valentina wasn't back yet. Trey wasn't back either; I kept imagining that they ran off together, leaving me behind. I roared in anger, banishing that thought from my corrupted mind. Hailey ran into the room, hearing my roar. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking around the training room. She had her eyes glued on the moving treadmill. "You know that's a caution? The treadmills on and no one is on it!"

"Trey and Val ran off together I think. Why else would they not have come back by now?" I sighed, dropping my shoulders in disappointment.

"Don't be ridiculous. She doesn't like him! Sophia may but not Val!"

"I give up."

Sophia POV

"No!" I screamed, rushing towards the lifeless figures on top of eachother on the floor. I pulled Esme's heavy body off Valentina. Both bodies were covered in blood. They had both shot. I placed my fingers on Esme's neck. No pulse. I wasn't really suprised seeing as she got shot in her chest. 

I put my fingers on Val's neck and I couldn't feel a pulse. Her skin was light and no drum beat vibrated my fingers. No. No. Leo came running as soon as he saw me shaking my head. He picked up Valentina's body and left the room. Trey, Miranda and Esme were all on the floor. Trey and Miranda were probably just unconscious but Esme was most definitely dead.

Leo ran in front of me but I had no energy to run. I was captivated by where we were. A desserted, dilapidated house. The stairs were cracked, the rooms had an odour that could kill. The odour of rotting corpses lingered in the air. There were many rooms and many of the doors ajar with clothes and bodies inside from what I could see.

I was gutted. I had never seen a murder house before. I mean they always spoke about murder houses but I never thought that I would come across one. Only agents who have been at the CIA for more than twenty years get a mission connecting to a murder house.

We ended up on the front yard of the house and a glossy black Aston Martin Vanquish was parked right outside. Leo clicked his key and the car unlocked. He pressed a button on his belt and suddenly all the cars doors opened. I was stood there astounded at the gorgeousness of a car whilst my sister was dying. What's wrong with you, Sophia? Get a grip! I thought to myself.

I ran to the car whilst Leo placed Val into the back seat. I sat in the car next to my lifeless sister. Leo climbed into the car and before I knew it we were riding at hundreds of miles per hour in the dark, eerie night. The engine was roaring and the car was moving so fast that I felt as if I was sitting still.

I put my hands on Valentina's face and cupped her cheeks. Her face still looked violent, even though she was in that state. I looked at her, she was still in her ripped jeans, white top with a rustic creamy waiscoat. And of course, her stilettos. Since high school, I've noticed that Valentina had become very fond of stilettos. 

I pulled her stiletto heels off and I looked closely at the heel because a small red light was flashing. I pressed the light and suddenly a sharp blade ripped out of it. Of course, Val wouldn't normally wear stilettos, just because she can't take a gun to school, she has a blade in her heels, I thought to my self, chuckling at the thought.

"What's so funny? Your sister is dying!" Leo yelled from the front seat, trying to make his voice louder than the bellowing engine. 

"Val has a blade in her stilettos! But Leo, where are we going?" I asked back, looking at my watch. The time read ten past two in the morning.