Egotistic - J.JK.

Twenty

"Let's just get you downstairs so we can figure out what to do with you," the person said from behind me. I didn't know that voice at all. This was a complete stranger.

The knife at my throat had me struggling for an answer, verbal or physical. All I could think of was the back of my neck and how it wasn't protected. My heart was skipping beats and my body was ready to quiver with utter feat. If that area was cut, I was done for.

My eyes searched the bottom ground for Jungkook. There was no sight of him anywhere. The conversation between the tall guy and the buff guy quit, myself meeting their glaring eyes in my direction. My breath hitched at my throat at that, the buff guy starting to raise his gun my way. I had stepped into the deep end and there was no going back.

My fight or flight response finally kicked in, ignoring the fear of the knife to my throat. I shoved my right elbow backwards, hitting the guy in the gut as hard as I could. He gave a groan to that, his hand slashing at my throat. I was able to steer away from the blade a little, it only giving me a nick. A little drop of my gold blood bubbled up.

That's when the gunshots started going off and everything went into chaos. Yells from below echoed across the warehouse, footsteps stomped around, the hit of the bullets clashed with the metal at my feet. I was able to take off in a sprint down the runways, but I knew that the guys would get a grip on my direction, their guns waiting to take a shot at me. 

I pulled my hood up to cover the back of my neck as much as I could. I took a look around me again, finding the large storage shelves to be coming up below me. It was a short drop down onto the top shelf, but the top shelf had to be at least ten feet above the ground. The risk factor was there, but I was going to take it.

I jumped at a bullet hitting the ground next to me, but I hurdled over the walkway, heading straight for a shelf. I dropped down onto the high ground, my knees bending to take in the hard impact. With my mostly invincible body, I wouldn't break anything, but it would still be sore as hell for later.

Hitting the top shelf, I also slightly jumped onto a pile of clothing that was spilling out from a box. I stumbled a bit with it for my footing, but I caught myself and kept down, my eyes peering around for my next option to take. I could see the guy who once had me running down the metal runways out of the corner of my eye. I had to act quick.

Trying to keep as low as possible, I jumped to a neighboring shelf that was across the way and kept away from the metal walkways. I tried to channel some energy from the knife clip into anger, which worked a little. I probably wouldn't have made it to the next shelf, but with the help of the small boost, I was able to just get onto the shelf with my heels hanging off the edge. 

There was a bit of commotion with my new stunt, a round of gunshots going off. I crouched down to the ground to avoid the incoming missiles. I also watched the guy jump down to the original shelf I was on in the process, his eyes filled with an ignited fury that instantly scared the living daylights out of me; he was going to kill me any way he could.

Something jiggled the shelves' skeleton for a moment. I cleared away some of the new clothing to see that there were holes in the shelving just like the runways above; that was two clear problems for me. That meant that bullets would have an easier time getting through to me and that incoming danger could see me. Just like then.

One of the guys was climbing the shelves, his eyes right on me. My eyes widened to find him there, the adrenaline really kicking in then. I looked over to see the guy who had a knife to my throat in midair, coming straight to my shelf. My heart almost exploded out from my chest. 

I didn't have time to channel any anger from the spot on my neck. I took off in a bolt to hop to the next shelf. Thankfully the adrenaline was enough of a boost to make me jump just barely to where my fingers hooked onto the ledge, myself dangling there for a moment. 

A scream escaped me as bullets were zooming my way, my body instantly pulling up onto the ledge. I didn't notice until I got onto the top shelf that a small fire burned at my inner thigh, something soaking my pants a little. My limbs were starting to burn--not from exhaustion, from power. The anger was kicking in about myself getting hurt and being cornered.

The jump to the shelf must have been easier that time because the guy, who had been climbing up, jumped to the shelf I was on and landed with one leg just dangling before the fall. A menacing grin came over his lips at his new victory, himself standing up to only tower me with his gun raising to my face.

Two things happened in that moment before he could shoot me: my hand grabbed onto his gun plainly and yanked it away from him. The impact was so forceful that the strap instantly snapped, letting me take the gun. I threw it down, only to take the surprised guy by his shirt and chucking him downwards towards the concrete floor. My anger barely noticed his head snap onto the floor, blood splattering everywhere with chunks of the skull exploding, too.

This seemed to stop the guns firing for a second, the whole place going silent. Everyone stared up at me in shock, them all witnessing their friend's death. The adrenaline pumping through me let a gurgled laugh come through, it sounding choked and not human. It wasn't a laugh of happiness or relief; this was from a darkness inside me that hadn't come out in a long time.

I grabbed the gun from below me with the warmth still coursing strongly through my limbs. I didn't think twice as I jumped off the top of the shelf to only come down a moment later with steady legs and the gun in hand. Everyone that had crowded the tall shelf stepped back, fear flowing through their expressions.

"Try me!" I screamed at them, opening my arms as a test for them to take. A manic grin was over my lips then, the feeling of being that alive suddenly so overpowering that I felt like myself from a year or two ago. "Come on, bastards! Let's do this!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of them turn to their friend and say something lowly, but I heard it. "Call up the boss and the sellers. We're calling off for the night."

It took me only a split second, but the gun shot up from beside me and pointed straight at the guys. Two pops went off without my body even jerking, the two men falling to the ground with fresh blood pouring out. Everything went silent again, myself not even fazed.

Slowly bringing myself back to the others, I said with taking a step forward, "Does anyone else have to say something? Because I'm glad to answer!"

One that was a little bit away from me dropped his gun to the floor slowly and pushed it away with his foot. His hands raised up in defeat, his eyes wild with fear and horror. The grin grew wider on my face. "He has the idea!"

A pop went off in the warehouse, something hitting my left side just as my hips. My hand turned to where the sound came from, the gun taking a shot at the person that shot me. The body fell to the ground, my eyes turning to look at the spot; I had been shot like I thought.

"Alright, which path are you all going to take?!" I shouted at the men, stomping with my warm foot at the ground. The concrete cracked under my feet with a crunch as I did so, all of them either jumping back or wincing. Their shock and confusion was growing more and more with each bullet or hit I took. 

Slowly but surely, all of them started to drop their guns to the floor and pushed them away with their feet. There left only one trooper to be standing there, his legs shaking like crazy but his gun was still straight. He was absolutely terrified.

"Do it," I cooed at him, still giving my crazed smile. "See what happens."

Before he could even pull the trigger, I pulled my own. He crumpled to the ground then, blood pouring out from his forehead and to the ground. All his buddies were going into shock.

"To the wall! All of you!" I screamed at them, pointing to a bare wall that was just to the left of me. With the command, they all scrambled off without their guns, not a peep out of them at all. 

Approaching them all once more at the wall, I heard a voice scream at the other end of the warehouse, "That's our daughter!"