Fighting For You: a FanFiction (for my friend)

Four: Blood

Before I knew it, shots rang throughout my apartment. Cameron and I ducked, running through, covering our heads. As soon as we made it into my bedroom, Cameron fumbled with the lock until he had it. I noticed a bullet hole that had gone clean through my bedroom door. I peered through.

The man was rummaging through my kitchen, looking under counters and tables.

"He's looking for us."

"We can't stay here. Do you have a weapon?" Cameron questioned.

I help up my pistol and held it to my chest.

"Can't we just hide, Cameron? Wait till he leaves?" 

"Where? In the closet?"

We both looked at the closet. I was not hiding in two closets in the span of 12 hours.

"Okay, fine we won't hide. Keep watch." Cameron went to the door as I ran to the balcony. Usually, people roamed the streets hoping to get some fresh meat, at the moment, no one was in sight.

"It's clear to go down the fire escape." 

"Good, because he's coming!"

Cameron dived to the balcony as soon as my bedroom door was kicked over. The figure in all black had a dog mask on: a signature look for the Hounds.

He began to shoot. Bullets flew as Cameron and I jumped down the fire-escape, skipping steps. 

On the floor below us, I stopped, hoping Ethan was okay.

"Keep going!"

I kept climbing down, remembering that an armed gunman was standing at my balcony. He peered through the darkness, but we were out of sight. 

Finally, we reached the ground. 

"C'mon let's-"

"Wait."

I grabbed my pistol. He still searched for us, clearly, he had lost his targets. I took my tiny pistol and aimed. I missed twice before hitting him in the shoulder, making him fall backward out of sight.

"Okay, he's gone." 

Cameron and I ran into a nearby alley and just stood there panting, trying to catch our breaths. This was it. It had officially started.

"I hope Ethan is okay." I looked at Cameron. He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"He'll be fine, I'm-agh." Suddenly he doubled-over, stumbling, holding his stomach. When he raised his hand, there was blood.

"Cameron!"

He leaned against a building before sliding down, holding his wound, trying to keep the blood in. All that extraneous activity definitely didn't help, as the moonlight shone on his pale face. 

I squatted down by him. "We need to plug it up so you don't-"

"It's no use." He coughed. Blood.

He lifted his shirt. There were multiple bullet wounds at his stomach, engulfed in an array of blood.

"Cameron, no."

I held his body in my arms and he coughed and sputtered. Tears streamed down my face.

"You're going to be okay, you're-"

"Shhh. Piper."

"Yes?" 

"Thank you."

"For what?"

He was still.

"For what!"

He didn't respond. His body tensed before becoming limp in my arms.  I held his forehead to mine for a minute. Just a minute. 

As soon as I lifted my head, I felt the tip of a gun pressed against my forehead.

"Don't move a muscle." 

At first, I thought it was the gunman from before but no, this voice belonged to a woman. 

"Can I just-"

"No no. You don't get to talk, Piper. You're going to do what I say. Or I kill you. You see, my boss said that we need you dead or alive. I don't want to have to kill you, but I will. Now let go of Cameron and slowly stand. "

I did what she said. When I stood I could finally see her. Black jeans, a leather jacket, and a purple puppy-dog mask, her dark brown hair was bundled behind into a bun. 

She nodded towards her black van. 

"We're getting in the van."

No. We weren't.

I suddenly elbowed the gun out of her hand and she let go. It flew and hit the building beside us, falling onto the ground. I grabbed her arm and twisted it around her back, hoping she would surrender. Instead, she kicked my shin and I let go.

I grabbed my own pistol and pointed it at her, but she kicked it out of my hands. We stood, waiting for each other's next move. She swung at me swiftly, the blow hitting my skull. I stumbled before throwing my own fist, but she blocked it instantly. I tried again, going for the gut and succeeded, as I heard a grunt, but not before she grabbed my head and karate chopped my neck. I pushed her away.

Suddenly I tried to kick her but she grabbed my leg, twisting me to fall onto the ground. She jumped on top of me and began to throw blows, one after the other, At some point I found a rhythm to her hits and grabbed her fist, stopping her before head-butting her skull. Finally. She rolled off, but before she could do anything else, there I was above her pointing her own gun to her face. She whipped off her mask, checking her bloody nose.

Her dark hair, now unraveled into a mess, enveloped her tan face. Those dark brown eyes looked at the blood in her hands, then up at me. "Didn't think you had all this in you, Piper."

Then it hit me, and I realized who she really was. I dropped the gun.

"Zara?"