Pink Walls

Day Three [Part V]✓

"We can still walk away."

One of us was going to die. That was how this was going to go down, I was more than sure of it now.

It wasn't going to be me.

I couldn't let it be me.

I sat up and spat out the blood that had pooled in my mouth from the little scrapes my teeth had scratched into the lining of my cheeks when Amelia had punched me.

I laughed, wiping the dribble off my lips with the back of my hand. "You really are a masochist."

She shrugged, good-naturedly at that. "You put up a good fight," she said. "If I didn't need to kill you, I might have thought about recruiting you."

"Me?" I got to my feet again and held up my arms, no matter how much it hurt to keep fighting. "I'm too old for that, aren't I?"

"I could pull some strings."

"You?" I raised an eyebrow, ignoring the pain that flared at that side of my head when I did. "Aren't you rouge?"

"I really hate that word: rouge." Amelia barred her teeth. "I won't be if I bring you back as a gift."

"Thanks for the offer."

"Will you take it?"

"No."

"Then I'll just have to carry your corpse up the mountain to your lover's doorstep."

I was barely able to dodge her next attack. Her calf landed on the car behind me, and its hood caved in from the force.

I grabbed her by the boot, intending to throw her to ground again, but she kicked with her other leg. When I freed one hand to block it, she struck my face with her good hand. The target has been my jaw but I turned in time and it only glanced the side of my face.

We stumbled away from the car together, her legs tightening around my neck. When she locked her ankles, I knew that I was in trouble.

If I had had any doubts before, I was sure now. She was trying to knock me out cold.

I pulled her up by the collar of her uniform before she could throw me down.

She snarled and tried to punch me. I grabbed her fist with my other hand and fell to the ground on top of her.

The throw knocked the air out of her and her grip on my neck loosened.

I used the opportunity to roll away.

We both got to our feet again and were trading blows again soon after.

I had the upper hand because she had one fist out of commission, but that didn't stop her from finding an opening to bury a punch into my solar plexus.

When I doubled over, she grabbed me by the hair, and immediately I knew what was going to be next.

I didn't wait for her to get revenge for slamming her face into my knee. I turned, feeling some of my hair come loose in her tight grip, and threw my elbow into the side of her face.

Before she could let go of me, I grabbed her hand and pulled us both to the ground. The moment I landed on top of her, my hands went around her neck. She glared at me then slammed her knee into my back hard enough for me to her a crack.

The sudden pain layered over everything I already felt made me loosen my grip.

Amelia smacked me away the moment she felt it then grabbed the front of my shirt.

Before she could slam her head against mine, I kicked her off me.

She groaned and landed a couple paces ahead of me.