A Girl Called Lucy

Chapter Twenty-Three

I stared at Ian with a deranged smile on my face, forcing the gun harder against the Secretary’s head. Ian was watching my moves carefully and we stared at each other before I decided to break the silence.

“Come any closer and I’ll blow his brains out,” I laughed and Ian narrowed his stone cold eyes. I watched as he raised his own gun and pointed it at me. I couldn’t help but to smile wider.

“I’ll shoot you before you get the chance to pull that trigger.” My smile grew in size and I started to laugh.

“Ian, we’ve been through this. You can’t shoot me.” A gun went off and pain exploded in my shoulder. I faltered and gripped my shoulder, feeling the sticky, wet substance of blood ooze over my fingers. I stared wide-eyed at my shoulder before turning my wild gaze to Ian, who raised his gun again. I was actually completely shocked; Ian shot me. He actually had the balls to shoot me. I kept my expression filled with rage, but on the inside I was laughing like an insane human being. Every second things just keep getting interesting.

“Still think I won’t shoot you?” he said coldly and I gritted my teeth as I regained my composure. I released my shoulder, allowing the blood to flow down my arm as I smiled at Ian.

“You’ve gotten the look of a killer now,” I mocked. I cocked my head to the side. “Is it because I killed Lucas?” Ian narrowed his eyes and I knew I hit a sensitive spot. Well, mostly sensitive. I chuckled a little bit. “I honestly thought he would’ve been the hardest to kill, but then again, it was Lucas. Such a simpleton from the start. So tell me Ian; how does it feel? To see someone you care about die right before your eyes?” I read the movements and dodged the bullet that whizzed by as Ian pulled the trigger again. The bullet sped past and I laughed at Ian. “You’ll have to do a lot better than—“I didn’t get to finish as someone bulldozed me in the back, sending both of us crashing to the ground. I quickly rolled onto my back and noticed Brady scrambling towards me. I went for my gun but Brady grabbed my arms. I responded with a kick, nailing Brady in the side and knocking the breath out of him. I was surprised with how fast he recovered, because before I knew he slammed me down onto the ground and pinned my arms behind my back. I winced at the pain in my shoulder and struggled against his grip. I felt the cool metal of handcuffs slapping my wrists and I let my head fall to the ground. I’d been caught.

I watched as Ian sprinted over to the Secretary and unchained him from the pole. I hissed through my nose as I struggled against Brady again. It irritated me to see the Secretary go free again.

“This was a set up for you two, you know that?” he said as he rubbed his wrists. Ian raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked and I smirked.

“She was planning on killing you here,” the Secretary said and Ian gave me a cold glare.

“I don’t think that was her only goal,” he said before turning back to the Secretary. “She has the President and the VP too.”

“WHAT?!” the Secretary said and I huffed.

“Did I forget to tell you that part?” I taunted and Brady pushed my head back down onto the ground to silence me.

“We’ll get it out of her,” Brady said.

“Good luck with that,” I said and my head was slammed down again. Ian walked over to me and I watched every step he took. He squatted down and stared me in the face.

“It’s game over Lucy,” he whispered. “You’re little game is over.” I spat in his face and he recoiled back, wiping his face with his hand. Brady hauled me up and handed me over to the snipers that were coming out of their hiding places. Their strong grips held me as they led me off to the van in chains. I looked back over my shoulder to see Ian and Brady staring at me. I turned my head back around as I was thrown violently into the van and the doors slammed shut. I smiled to myself as I struggled to sit back up. This was getting too easy.