Bloodbath of the Fallen Crown

12

**For those who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. This is what it would look like. Except the second level is much higher.**

Brittany Riggs.

"Ash had a lot of hoes, darling. You're that bitter he left you for me? Don't you think you're being a little pathetic?"

She laughed, "let me refresh your mind. My name's Brittany Riggs. I was--"

I laughed out loud, shutting her up. "The pussy who ran away? I remember you! Ash used to say you were the dirtiest of hoes. Look at you! Already someone's new lapdog?"

She narrowed her eyes at me, walking closer, "you think I'm here for Ash? I thought you were supposed to be smart. I'm here on business. Nothing personal."

So she's working with Kiara. Why would she... ah, fuck. She's part of the collection. She's one of the stolen kids. Shit, shit, shit.

I was ready to respond when a single bullet ricocheted off the bar of the fence, startling the both of us. I took the chance to kick Riggs in the chest, making her topple over. I turned to Nicolas, who had screamed at the same time another bullet was fired. He fell to the ground with a loud thud and didn't move.

I took my gun out immediately, aiming at the people who were starting a car to flee. I managed to hit the hood of the car, but Riggs kicked me in the back before I could shoot anymore. My gun flew out of my hands, falling in the floor below. The men in the car got away, breaking through a wall in the car.

My spine lit on fire as I crawled away, pain jolting up and down my back. She grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me to her. As she did, I took another blade and picked myself up, stabbing her in the shoulder.

She screeched and let me go, grabbing onto her shoulder as she ripped the switchblade out of her body. 

She clearly wouldn't let me go. The girl was on a mission. I'd have to kill her.

I looked once more to Nicolas, who was still laying in the same spot as before. The anger I felt fueled my thirst for blood. 

I stood up and grabbed the knife back from her, but she kicked it out of my hand, then kicked my in the stomach. I didn't fall, just stumbled back. It gave her enough time to get up and slam me against the fence, bending me backwards.

The bar of the fence dug into my back. She drew her fist and punched me right in the eye. The throbbing in my head intensified. I could barely see. My arms felt weak.

With my body twisted half upside down, I managed to see Nicolas. His limp body and the puddle of blood. I felt the boiling of my blood begin. The anger and the desperation.

I screamed at the incredibly suicidal and stupid idea that came to my mind, but went with it nevertheless.

As she was busy punching the living hell out of me, I grabbed onto the bars of the fence and the enclosed her legs with mine. I twisted my head to the side and flipped us both over the fence. The pain in my arm as it popped burned my body whole. My blood seemed to be rushing in an chaotic manner. 

I watched as she fell to the ground below, the smack of her head against the concrete making me cringe. A quick pool of blood formed around her cracked skull.

I caught sight of Nicolas and I felt enough strength to grab tighter onto the fence and throw my leg over, landing safely on the second level. Despite the pain in my whole body, I picked myself up and ran to the stairs ahead, rushing down. 

I threw myself down next to him, looking for the bullet wound. It was on the right side of his abdomen, luckily not lethal.

Carefully, I removed his hands and picked up his blood soaked shirt. The bullet didn't manage to go through his body entirely, but it broke through his skin. It must still be lodged inside his body. His suit protected him for the most part, but the bullet was one that's used for hunting. Those things can break through walls. I took a deep breath smacked him in the cheek.

No response. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I looked around and caught sight of one of the ambulances in the back. Grabbing his gun, I ran to the ambulance. After checking it to make sure no one was there, I went for the window. The ambulances would be locked, so I'd need to break a window.

Aiming the gun at the passenger seat window, I fired a bullet. It was bulletproof. Fuck!

I checked the magazine. He had four bullets left.

"Come on. Come on!" I fired the remainder of the bullets into the glass, but it hadn't shattered. It was broken, but still holding together.

Fuck this.

I ran back to where my gun had fallen and picked it up. I emptied all ten remaining nine rounds and the glass finally fell apart. I looked to Nicolas once more and jumped through the window.

The broken shards of glass stuck to my skin, making blood softly trickle down my sides. I kept all the pain in check, ignoring it. I went to the back of the ambulance, where they had all the medical supplies. 

Desperate, I settled for the jump bag and carried it out through the back of the vehicle. I ran with it in my hands, placing it right next to him. At that moment, he opened his eyes slowly.

I felt as if I could breathe a little better. "Nick. Oh, God, Nick. If you die on me I swear to fucking God, I'll bring you back and kill you again."

He looked around, then down at his stomach and winced. "They left?"

I took a switchblade from my suit and cut through his, then took a cloth from the bag and some alcohol, "that doesn't matter. This will sting."

He looked at me confused, then shut his eyes in pain when I poured some alcohol over his wound and covered it with the cloth. "Can you stand?"

He looked at me for a moment. Then, "yeah. I-I think so."

"Great," I took some gauze and a bandage and patched him up. "I'm driving you to the hospital. It's bleeding too much."

His eyes widened. "No. Are... are you crazy? I'm fine."

I scoffed. "No discussion. This is an order."

"You're not my boss."

I threw his arm over my shoulder and helped him get up. "I am. Come on."

"We left the car," he reminded me.

"I know." I walked him to the back of the ambulance helped him up. "I'll hot wire it. Stay here and keep your bleeding under control. I'll get us to a hospital."

He groaned as he laid back on the bed thingy. "You don't even know where any hospitals are."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I started the ambulance. "You honestly think I'd come without checking out the area first?"

I watched as he pressed on his gauze through the rear view mirror. "Always hoping for the worst, huh?"

I turned on the sirens and rushed out.

No, Nicolas. I'm just realistic with our lives.

**
Hiya! Here is chapter 12!

Please, stay safe! And remember that no matter who you are, where you're from, what the color of your skin is, what your sexual orientation is, what you identify as, you matter.

There are nasty people who will try to make you believe otherwise, but fuck them. You matter and you deserve to be an equal. You deserve to be heard, you deserve to speak up.

Love uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!