My Double Life

Starting to Escape

I was now armed with five weapons; two automatics, two hand guns, and a pocket knife I had taken off my two assailants. They would have to do for now even though the automatics were practically empty and useless.

"We have to go." No one made any attempt to move except Ryan who inched slightly forward. There was still some sort of emotion coming off of him that I couldn't quite make out. "NOW!" I screamed at them in order to make them realize the situation was dire. As if the guns didn't prove that already.

Everyone got up quickly and rushed to stand behind me.

"We have to leave here. You all have to stay close to me, you got it? No wondering behind, no trying to run away in the opposite direction. These people will have no problems with shooting you if they see you. I promise I will protect all of you." And I meant it. The reason I joined MI6 in the first place was to protect innocent people, not to put them in danger. I guess I was doing a pretty shit job at the moment.

I started to walk out the door when someone spoke.

"Why should we trust you?"

"Ryan..."

"We don't even know who you are, Kaya." He spat my name at me and I understood what I saw from him earlier. He hates me for this. Of course he does. Why wouldn't he? "If that's even your real name."

We didn't have time to discuss this now so I did the only thing I could do. I pointed my gun at him.

"You're right. You don't know me. You don't know ANYTHING about me. So why don't you shut up and listen to me before I have to make you. And while you're at it, try not to be such an arse, yeah?" I hate to hurt him to make him understand the seriousness of the situation and the fact that whatever we had didn't matter in this moment. It worked because he stopped looking like he could attack me at any moment and fell into the ranks of the other students.

I looked around the corner of the doorway now that I had their obedience. No one was around so I quickly motioned behind me that we would be running left. I ran out of the classroom and rounded a corner nearby. Everyone had done as they were supposed to so we were all tucked around the corner when I heard footsteps. I motioned for them to all move further away from the corner and duck down.

I crouched down and carefully looked around the corner. There were three men, or women, walking down the hallway. They were trying all the doors and I flinched each time, worried one of them would open. I didn't want to think of what would happen if someone had forgotten to lock the damn door.

They finally reached the room we had all just come out of. All of a sudden they all went on high alert. I'm sure they know that we couldn't have gone far. One of them starts walking ahead, scouting out the area and keeping a lookout for me and the others. The person, let's just assume these are all men right now, begins to look in my direction so I quickly duck back around the corner. My heart rate picks up and I have to breath slowly to try to calm myself. I've been in situations like this before, but never with this many risks and uncertainties.

I brace myself because it's only a matter of time before he's close enough to be able to see me.

Just as I hear his footsteps draw closer, I spring into action. Jumping up from my previous position, I catch him by surprise, causing him to stumble slightly before regaining his position. His stumble was just enough for me to flip open the pocket knife and slice his throat open. I can feel even more blood splatter across my face but I push that thought away as the other two men begin firing away.

I repeat my earlier move and use the now dead bad guy as a shield. The other two run out of bullets from wildly. I took advantage of them stopping to reload their guns by throwing the pocket knife at one of them, hitting him right in the heart. At this point I was able to rush over to the last man standing, jumping in the air and kicking his gun out of his hand.

It probably would have been easier to just shoot him but bullets are valuable and I figured I needed to stock up on weapons for whatever fight I had coming my way in the future.

I landed on my feet steadily and put my arms up, blocking the first round of hits coming from the gunman. I tried to dodge them my best but his fist still managed to connect with my jaw, causing an aching headache to begin forming. I fell to the ground. Man, was this guy strong!

I tried to get back up but suddenly felt so dizzy. That hit combined with my blood loss was not mixing well. I could hear the gunman laughing to himself as he walked closer to me. I looked up at him and saw a gun pointed in my face.

I tried to push the pain and dizziness away but was still unable to stand. I had to think quick.

As the gunman approached I kicked my leg out, knocking him off balance. I spun my body around on the ground so I could sweep my legs behind him, knocking him to the ground. I was able to move over to him, getting on top of him and gripping onto his wrist to keep his hand down. He punched me again with his free hand and I had to fight to stay conscious.

I shook his arm a few times until the gun was finally freed from his hand. I took it and threw it across the hall. I wouldn't be needing it right now. Right now I was pissed. And a gun wouldn't be satisfying enough. Using my own hands would be so much more fun.

Using my lower body to pin the gunman down, I reached around his neck with one hand, using the other to pull the mask off. I wanted to see into his eyes, to see that moment when he realized he had lost. That they would always lose. Because anyone who came after me would get the justice they deserved. No court would decide their fate. It was just me and them.

I moved my freed hand around his neck so I could have a better, stronger grasp. I squeezed tighter, seeing the worry in his eyes as he realized his life was about to come to an end. There was a part of me, a part of me deep down, that told me to stop this. That what I was doing was wrong. This had happened to me before... I pushed that thought away, burying it away within me. I continued to tighten my grip, feeling the bones begin to crack beneath my fingers. He was dead at this point, but I kept squeezing anyway. My grip was so tight that I could feel my hands and arms start to get tired from the pressure.

All of a sudden someone pulled me up off the body.

"Ryan! What are you doing? I have to... I have to..." My words began to stumble, I was unsure of what I wanted to say.

"What? Kill him? I think you've already accomplished that. We have to go. There will be more coming soon."

"Well, look at you being all perceptive and stuff," I laughed for a short while before I realized he was no longer someone I could joke around with. Or maybe it was just a dumb joke. Maybe it wasn't even a joke at all. I just felt it necessary to say something but I could tell by the look on his face that I should have just stayed quiet. "You're right, let's get going."

We still have a while to go before we make it out of here.

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I loved writing this chapter and I'm already looking forward to the ones to come. I really wanted to start showing more of the action of Kaya's life as a spy and the brutality that she encounters on the job. Someone previously mentioned in a comment that they wanted her to be more ruthless. I always had it in my mind that I wanted this to be a bit more gritty but I wanted to build up to it so that the character of Kaya started out a bit normal before turning her into a killer, even if she was always someone who killed the bad guys to get the job done. 

I hope that made sense and that you enjoy this chapter. 

-Natalia <3