Chapter 20 - Scarlett #2
He grabbed my hair and ripped my head back. “Fucking bitch,” he snarled.
That wasn’t very nice.
I allowed him to jerk me away from him, scraping my nails down his throat as I dipped back.
I felt him yank the gun out of my hand and bring it to my temple as he bent over me.
“You fucking whore. You think you’re so damn special because you were fucking Claimed?
Maybe it’s time to show those stupid, arrogant Shadows what we think of their Satanic fucking ritual.
” He straightened as much as one could holding me at arm’s length and lifted his chin.
“Pity, I actually think you’d be a wild fuck. ”
“I would never fuck you,” I thought towards him just as a wave of warmth passed over me.
A sharp smile broke across my face, although he couldn’t see it. “Tick tock goes the clock, the ghost has come to play.” I grabbed his shirt tightly and laughed. Brute strength almost never won.
Without another second of hesitation, I slammed my forearm up into his, the gun going off just above my head, so close that I could feel the bullet whizz by my hair.
I bent my knees and shoved upward, releasing his shirt and flipped up and over the hand he was using to hold my hair.
It hurt a lot, but it forced him to release me, tangling my hair in the process.
I landed in a crouch, his gun pointed at my head again. “You’re a sneaky little bitch, aren’t you?”
I was, actually, and he was the stupid one because what he wasn’t paying attention to was his dead friend.
I started left and immediately lunged right, hearing another shot go off to my left.
Marcus was long since dead, his dark blood pooling over the forest floor, his eyes wide, his mouth parted. There was no light left, not an ounce. His soul was gone from this world, and I had missed it.
I had missed watching Mrs. Bastrom’s soul leave too, but I wouldn’t miss watching Carl’s.
I ripped the knife from Marcus’s neck and ran for the nearest tree.
Carl shouted after me, his steps heavy as he ran, but I was silent, I was faster. I weaved through the trees quickly, switching directions until I was finally able to get behind him, allowing him to run a bit further, putting more distance between us.
I started after him, jumping from tree to tree, watching him search, curse, and mumble bad words about me to himself. I hated it. I never did anything to him. I had never even seen his shoes until today! How dare he say such horrible things about me and my family.
He finally stopped, straining his hearing, his gun up, pointed at the darkness before him. “Come out, pretty girl, I’ll show you how a real man claims someone.”
I laughed at his ridiculous notion.
He spun around, his gun swinging with him.
I lunged.
He pulled the trigger.
I landed on him and we both fell to the ground, me straddling his waist, him trying to point the gun at me again.
I hated guns.
I grabbed the barrel, and this time, it burned, but I didn’t let go. I shoved it back and brought my knife down right onto his wrist, the blade slicing through his arm like butter.
He cried out, the gun finally falling from his hand.
I laughed as I yanked the blade out and lifted it high above my head.
“Tick tock goes the clock. TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK!” I brought it down, only for my arms to hit something hard.
I blinked, my heart racing, my pussy throbbing, my chest heaving.
“Alive, little sinner.”
My eyes shot up, finding Azrael standing above me like my very own god.
I frowned, turning back to Carl. I knew they wanted him alive, that was my plan, was to bring him back alive, but he was so mean. He deserved to die.
“Azrael,” Carl breathed out. “Azrael, please. Let her kill me. Let her kill me.”
I sneered and forced myself up. What a weak thing to say.
“If you wanted mercy, you should have gone after one of the others,” he hummed as I joined his side. “Alaric.”
“No,” Carl whimpered, shaking his head as Alaric immediately stepped out from the shadows. “Please, just kill me. Just kill me, please,” he begged as Alaric grabbed him by his arm and yanked him up.
I rolled my eyes and shoved my dagger away. “Men shouldn’t beg,” I signed, earning a flicker of a smile from Alaric before he disappeared into the trees.
“You did good,” Azrael said, causing my skin to warm with pride. “Taking down two all by yourself.”
I beamed, finding his eyes. “I learned from the best,” I replied, just as a wave of dizziness washed over me. Closing my eyes, I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. What a strange feeling.
“And you’ll be able to see that one again,” he purred. “Extract what you want from him before he inevitably dies.”
I shook my head again, the dizziness causing my body to sway. What was happening?
Searing pain exploded through my left leg and left arm, causing me to flinch.
“Scarlett.”
I whimpered softly and reached for my left leg, lifting my skirt up to reveal blood dripping down my thigh towards my ankle.
I swiped my hand over the wound, my leg trembling, my head pounding. My blood. Brought out by a bullet shot by someone filled with tar.
They had hit me. More than once.
My eyes lifted to Azrael when another wave of dizziness crashed over me, my knees buckling.
Azrael caught me before I fell an inch and lifted me into his arms. “How many times were you hit?” he asked me steadily, already walking.
I fell against him, my vision going in and out, my chest tightening. I couldn’t breathe.
I ripped my mask off, letting it fall to my lap, only to flinch again at the pain in my arm. I reached for my left arm and pulled my hand back, finding more blood.
“Fuck, I thought it was his,” I heard him snarl and his pace picked up until I had to cling to him just to keep myself from falling out of his arms.
He was running.
Why was he running?