Bulletproof

Chapter 3

Screams echoed throughout the corridor as the sounds of gunfire ricocheted throughout the building. The hanging lights attached overhead rocked and swayed violently. White flecks of chipped plaster rained down from the cracked ceiling, as you found yourself being dragged yet again by Ace.

It felt like your arm was being tugged out of its respective socket as she urgently led you towards another segment of the building. Pushing through the crowd of desperate people trying to exit the facility, you found yourself fighting against the surge of bodies with Ace.

You and Ace shuffled together as quickly as you could. The sounds of screams and gunfire still blared in your ears as you both pushed and shoved your way through.

All of a sudden the window you pass shattered, followed by a figure that dives through the window, kicking you and Ace to the ground.

Ace hops up and gets into a brutal fight with the intruder as you tried to focus your vision. Your wound was aching and the loss of blood was messing with your head.

You press your hand to your bandaged side, feeling a wetness seep from it. The wound had reopened under all of the stress and movement from being jostled in the hall. However, that was the least of your concerns at the moment.

You stagger onto your feet, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Everything was so blurry and it was difficult to fully decipher the face of the intruder who was currently locked in battle with Ace. To you, it seemed like the figure had the upper hand in its fight with Ace since she was currently pinned to the wall with no weapon in hand.

"You suck at fighting," you mutter, though nobody seems to hear you. The figure slams Ace face-first into a glass-topped table. Ace tumbles to the ground in a slow motion. The figure stands over her, reaching for something behind their back.

Bam! Bam!

"Fuck," you say. In the short time you'd known her, you'd come to hope that killing Ace was supposed to be your thing. The figure turns around, and you blink.

"That's the last time you fuckin' cheat me," the figure, a young woman with a shaved head says. She points her gun at you. "So, who are you? One of her mules?"

You throw your hands up in the air. Sweat dripped down your face as you quickly glanced back and forth from her to the prone figure of Ace on the ground.

That could be me down there too, you think, I need to think of something fast.

However, the only thing in your mind at the moment was the scarlet pool on the ground that was growing larger by the minute at your feet. The scent of blood brought back terrible memories. Ones that you wished that you could forget.

[Flash Back]

"Kane! Kane! Do you hear me?"

Your ears were ringing from the sound of the bombs going off all around you, your comrades were laid in various spots on the battle field-most of them dead, some on the edge of death...

"KANE! Move your ass!" The voice roared.

Your body finally moved and you took off in a sprint, your AK in hand. What was left of your platoon ran alongside you as bullets flew past you. The five of you made it to a trench, but your platoon leader was the last one to make it, still trying to keep his team safe. Right before he could jump down into the crevice with you a bullet hit his back...

[End of Flashback]

You felt the the cold metal touch your forehead, and it snapped you back to reality.

"Hey," the young woman said, "I asked you-are you one of HER mules?" she interrogated.

"No?" You replied in a hesitant voice.