Amiss (Completed)

XIII

She ducked when the guy looked left and right, she stepped closer when he dissappeared inside and ran after some seconds.

The guy felt something cold touched his bald held, followed by a rough knitted gloves grabbing his shoulder. Both of them were looking at a guy, not wearing anything but pants, who had his arms covering half of his face. He was slightly snoring, which made Becca mentally sigh, 'Someone is trying to kill you, and here you are, having a peaceful sleep.'

"Get the fuck out." After she whispered, Diego started steering to his left. His lips were moving as if he was chewing something delightful on his sleep.

The guy slowly lifted his hands in the air, letting the white cloth hang on his fingers. She pressed the gun harder as she could, stepped forward and grabbed the cloth. Before she could pull it off his hand, he grabbed her gun and used his other hand to choke her, pushing her outside.

"You will not shoot me, cause if you want to, you should've done much earlier."

He growled at her, still trapping her between his hand and the wall. Her gun fell on the ground and he started taking her face cover off, "Who are you?"

It gave Becca a chance to get a knife out of her waist and swung it, cutting his wrist. His grasp of her got loose, enough for her to escape.

She swung her elbow sideways, hitting him hard in the jaw, doing the same to the other side of his face. He fell on the ground still concious, so he was able to grab her ankle and pull it down, for her to fall too.

Becca hit her arm on the floor hard, resulting for her to gasp, but she was quick to realise she's not supposed to make any noise, so she just hissed. The guy started getting up, and he was able to trap her u

nder him, between his legs.

He started choking her again, Becca then positioned both of her legs over his ankle and arched her back, pushing him upwards and sideways—now she's on the top.

The knife on her hand was dragged upwards first before it penetrated the side of his neck. Blood started flowing from his collar to her hand, and his mouth started being filled with the thick red liquid too, making it difficult for him to breath.

Becca had splatters of blood both on her eyes and forehead. Her hand stayed where it was as the guy try to struggle out of her grasp. Slowly, his movement became subtle, his pupil dilated as the moonlight from Diego's window lighted them both.

She removed her hand from his neck and sat above him, looking at his eyes darting on the ceiling, also on the blood which started pooling on the floor. She sighed and closed her eyes, "Got him. Tell them to clean this mess up."

"Who are you?" a raspy voice came from behind her, she immediately opened her eyes, "Is he dead?"