The knife thrower

Chapter-8

   I had just landed through the front of someone windshield.

   Man, my arm hurts too much for this.

The car swerved as the glass shattered once I went in feet first.

   I immediately started throwing kicks and punches to whoever had the gun.

    It was only the driver in the car.

"Who are you, you son of a bitch! " I asked, my Italian coming through as I grabbed his collar roughly.

   Instead of answering, he just punched me square in the mouth.

   So I did what anyone in my situation would do.

  I kicked him in the head.

Only this time, he swerved the car right into a fence.

  I braced for it to flip.

I clutched my eyes shut as I felt the two of us go upside down.

  When I opened them again, we were upright.

I clutched my arm in pain as I looked to the driver.

   He had a very big cut in his head, and his nose was bleeding. Along with extremely purple bruises on his face.

  His eyes were closed.

I spotted the car I was previously in, with some bullet holes decorating it.

   The door opened with a creak as I stepped out of the much more battered car.

  I spit out whatever blood was in my mouth before opening Sebastian's side door.

"Is everyone ok?!" I asked frantically.

  I watched as the vehicle drove away, to angry and tired to even try to catch up to it.

My arm hurts too much for this.

I heard Sebastian say something about going to a hospital, but it wasn't that serious, so I declined.

Instead I just dug the bullet out myself.

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We walked into the hotel room, after a series of questioning from the police. You know, about why the car was shot up.

The driver was doing good though, just a little shaken.

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" Asked Sebastian.

"Yes, I swear I'm fine." I responded.

"Do you know the guy who was shooting? Did you get a good look at him?" Avery asked.

"No, I've never seen him before. He was a grown man, and you guys have younger fans, so I don't think he was coming after you. Maybe he was just crazy." I thought out loud with a shrug.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

The singers were unexpectedly still up for their show.

They were both on stage, and everything was running smoothly as I sat backstage, waiting for them to finish up.

It was calm before the storm.

"Miss. Katrina, there is a man here to meet you. Should I send him in?"

Man?

"He says he's an old friend."