The First Wielder

Chapter eighteen: Not This One

EIGHTEEN

Abigail peeked through the cashier counter, only to fall back down when a barrage of bullets came firing at her in all directions. The department store was dark, making it harder for her to locate where the gunners were. She had to rely on sound. But that was also hard since they acted like Spartans wasting their bullets here and there.

A curse escaped her lips as Five appeared back beside her, Dolores in tow.

"Did you see how many they were?" She asked.

"Almost half a dozen," he replied as he placed the mannequin in front of them. "They barricaded the entrance and surrounded us."

"Sounds like a hassle," Abigail blurted out, her hand on her chin in thought.

Five sighed in annoyance as he ran his fingers through his hear.

 
"Guess we have to kill them."

They chorused.

 
The two looked at each other.

"Glad we come to an agreement," Five said, peeking through the counter once more.

"We got no choice now, do we?" Abigail answered as she fished out her pocket knife from her belt loop.

She tapped the handle on Five's shoulder.

Five turned, his brows furrowing at her action. Abigail rolled her eyes and shoved the pocket knife at his chest.

"You're better than me when it comes to these sorts of things, Mr. Ex-assassin," she teased.

The boy snorted as he pressed the more flip to make the blade appear. "Then you'll be disarming the guns."

"Wait, you sure you're leaving your girl here," Abigail glanced at Dolores.

"We won't be able to see each other if we have our heads blown off. Now let's go!" He hissed and disappeared.

The girl let out a playful sigh as she saluted at the mannequin before spatial jumping herself.

 
Five appeared standing at the mannequin stand, a smirk plastered on his face. "Over here, shitheads!"

The armed men turned to the source of the sound and began shooting. However, Five was already gone. They looked around the area with their guns raised on a steady aim.

Abigail appeared right in front of one gunner and kicked his gun out of his hands. The man gasped before slumping to the ground after being stabbed from behind by Five.

Another two spun, shooting the two teens. But they disappeared, causing those two gunners to shoot themselves.

Abigail appeared near an unsuspecting foe with a jacket in her hands. She sprinted behind him and covered his head with the jacket. She twirled the man at another shooter that tried to sneak at her, letting him take all the bullets.

Five appeared and stabbed the said shooter in the balls before stabbing him in the abdomen and kicking him. Abigail cringed at the sight while pushing the corpse down. She gave Five a look but was only replied with a shrug.

"Now where the fuck--"

"Look out!"

Abigail yanked Five out of the way as a series of bullets came shooting at their spot. A boisterous laugh was heard from the department store along with a series of gunshots in random directions. The two dashed towards a stand of hair accessories.

"The man has a handheld Gatling gun!" Abigail exclaimed. "What kind of sane person picks a Gatling gun for a weapon?!"

"Those with a thirst for blood, I suppose," Five replied. "Let's split up."