Another spy story (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 9

"Hey Zayn," I whisper, "do you have a lighter on you?" I ask hoping that the answer is yes.

"Ya. Why?" He answers.

"Just give it to me."

He struggles to get his hand into his pocket so I slowly inch my way over to him and reach my hand into his pocket.

"I got it" I say a little to loud. I glance nervously at the men but they are still in conversation. I fiddle with the lighter struggling to get it to light. It doesn't even spark. Come on!

"Hey you." I yell to the men. They all turn to face me.

"What?" The bald one says.

"Hi my name is Amelia J. Horan and I am the top agent in the C.I.A. I will kill every single one of you. I was planning to burn the rope so that my hands are free but since Zayn's trusty lighter doesn't work I will do it with my ands behind my back."

"Oh my gosh I am so scared of a little girl." Baldy says.

He sends all of his men towards me but I leap frog over two mashing their heads together so hard they pass out someone sends a knife my way so I put my hands were it is headed and it slices the rope. One guy has a scorpion knife attached to his arm. I want that. I am going to get that. I run towards him throwing a knife from my pocket it cleanly catches him in the head and he collapses. I grab the scorpion knife and slide it onto my wrist. I see another man running towards me and I punch him in the face with the hand that has the scorpion knife on it. His blood makes my hand wet.

As I run to the next man I dodge bullets and knives. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain as a knife finds its point. I pull out another knife from my pocket and throw it at the man who threw the knife in my leg he falls down dead. Only baldy is left. Baldy shoots at me but I quickly dodge. He shoots again and the bullet pierces my shoulder. I pull out my gun and shoot him in the head.

Someone must have call the police because I hear sirens coming closer. The boys get cut loose and are pulled over to be inspected by the paramedics.
I watch as the boys are examined and remember my knife wound. I gasp in pain as I pull out the knife. I groan as the edge gets stuck in side my cut. I yank on it and it finally pops out. Damn it is deep. It starts gushing blood and I start to get dizzy. Black dots blur my vision as my knees get weak.

"Mia!" Someone yells. I know that it is Harry. He comes over and lays me in his lap. Then I black out.