Blitz #3
Will starts to slide under the metal railing of the balcony like she is going to jump down, and my heart rate shoots up. She didn’t seem hurt when I saw her to pick up Sophia, but now I’m thinking I might’ve missed something.
She stays crouched down and jumps off the balcony with all the force that she can in her small legs.
She’s only in the air for a second before she lands, wrapping her legs around the guy’s shoulders, bringing him down with her.
I guess during the descent, she jabbed a knife in the top of his head, using the momentum and his body to break her fall.
She raises her gun at the other guy next to him and shoots him while grabbing another knife from her thigh holster, throwing it, and hitting the third guy in the eye.
Wait, no not in the eye. Her blade went around the eye through the orbital socket and into his brain.
Instant kill, and it effectively silenced any screams that a normal eye shot would’ve mustered.
She was quiet and still had the silencer on her gun, but the other guys in the room heard the small commotion. They all start looking around. Will’s crouched behind the machine that the guys were leaning against.
Like a silent serpent, she slithers under the abandoned equipment.
One of the men crouches down to look under, but she’s ready.
She grabs him by the collar, pulling him in.
He locks eyes with her chest. I can’t tell if he’s staring at the camera, or checking out her tits.
But she uses the momentary distraction to serve his windpipe a single jab before severing his carotid with one of her many knives, grabbing his gun, sliding it to the other side of the equipment before crawling away and allowing him to bleed out.
Footsteps slow across the screen. “Chuck,” a man’s voice calls. But it’s met with silence.
Will slides out. Her knife slices through the guy’s inside groin area. Every man in the room watching the screen tenses, grabbing our balls like just watching this play out could mean ours are next. We seem to all let out a sigh of relief when we realize she didn’t sever his balls.
She cut his femoral artery. Falling to his knees, he tries to scream, but she moves behind him and quickly grabs his face. Stifling it with her hand, she scans the area. The audio barely picks up her mumbled “shit.” The camera jerks, and we all hear the distinct crack of her breaking his neck.
Letting his body fall to the ground, she grabs her gun and aims it towards the approaching footsteps. Wasting no time, she rolls under the next piece of equipment as the footsteps come closer. Legs appear on the screen right in front of where Will is hiding.
There’s an intake of breath from the man as he sees the body. There are two consecutive beeps, probably from his phone to call for help. Will doesn’t falter. She slices through his Achilles tendon, and he bellows out a cry.
There’s no point in hiding now. She crawls out from under the equipment with her gun pointed in front of her.
You can see the shocked faces of three Brothers as they take in the tiny woman standing up in the middle of the bodies.
She takes their moment of hesitation and shoots two of them so fast, we almost miss it while watching the video.
She turns to face the last guy. His cut says “Roach,” and that he’s the Enforcer.
He has his gun pointed at her and starts to pull the trigger as she drops into the splits.
All of the men watching the screen wince again.
Simultaneously, Will raises her weapon, breathes, and as her breath naturally pauses, she fires, hitting him in the knee.
He falls to the floor, and Will shoots the hand that’s holding his gun.
His screams sound feral. She stands with an almost inhuman-like grace and slowly strides up to him, kicking the gun away from his hand using the side of her bare foot.
She crouches down and grabs his cheeks, shaking his face like an Etchisketch, as if she shakes it, the pain will clear, so he can focus on her. He makes eye contact with her, and pain, anger, and confusion shows on his face.
“Hello! My name is Willow, and I will be standing in as your judge, jury, and torturer today,” she says in an excited, bubbly voice. “Before I go and get my goddaughter, I have a few questions.”
He looks up at her, spits in her face, and tries to punch her with his other hand, which she grabs by the wrist mid-swing, squeezing the pressure point so she can take full control of it.
“That was rude. I am trying to have a conversation with you. And they say I have no people skills.” She tsks at him with a slightly annoyed voice as she brings his hand down on the floor and shoves her knife through his wrist, breaking through the tendons.
She doesn’t stop until the knife scrapes the linoleum floor under him.
He lets out another scream filled with so much pain that it has the hairs on my arm standing as she twists the blade.
“Okay, so back to what I was saying before you decided to be a dick,” she continues in a scolding voice. “Do you know who you took?”
“Fuck. You. Cunt,” Roach huffs out, trying to breathe through the pain.
“It’s okay, take your time. I have all day for this.
We can draw this out and make this really memorable for you,” Willow says.
As she speaks, I can picture her pointed smirk that I have witnessed make full-grown men cower.
She leans in toward his ear. “Can you keep a secret?” She giggles like a child with a fun toy. “I love it when they scream.”
She grabs another knife. I’ve seen her collection, but I never knew she took so many on jobs.
This one is smaller than the rest and curved at the tip.
“This one is my favorite, and only gets used on special occasions, like the nice china on Christmas. Did you know that my record for skinning someone alive is two hours? I mean, I may be racing the clock since you are losing so much blood already, but I feel like I can get through at least half before you slowly bleed out,” she says as she scrapes the knife against his arm.
“I wanted to start with your bald head and work my way down, but head wounds bleed too much, and I don’t want to waste any more time than I need to.
Hopefully you have a higher pain tolerance than the last guy I did this to.
The pussy passed out from pain after fifteen minutes,” she says as she puts pressure on the knife and slowly starts to take a strip of skin from his arm.
“Fuck! Fine!” Roach says through the waves of pain.
“We got a tip that your National Pres was going to drop by. We were hoping that he would be with his family when they went out. But the guy we had following said it was just his bitch and kid. We decided to take her anyways, since we didn’t think we’d get another chance,” he says through clenched teeth.
Out of nowhere, her fist flies, and the crunch of the bones in his face breaks the conversation as the blood starts flowing from his nose. “You really need to stop calling women ‘bitches.’ I feel like you should learn to read the room better.”
I can hear the annoyance in her voice growing. My chapter had to learn not to use that word in front of her.
“Who gave the tip?” Will asks in a bored tone, like she isn’t flaying some guy, and this is just a normal day for her.
“One of the girls from the club. She’s been fucking Pres since before he took over.
She wants to be his ‘Ol Lady, but Pres will never let that happen. She’s old and used up by this point.
He just keeps fucking her for a warm hole and info.
I don’t know who it is, only the VP knows for sure,” Roach says when Will starts to move the knife towards his skin again.
“Good talk. Now usually, I would let you go to give a detailed description of the badass shit that I did here today, ya’ know, building up the fan base.
But see, I went and fucked up and forgot my mask.
So now, I have to kill everyone that was here today.
But that’s okay, I got creative, so your MC can use their imagination,” she says with more excitement bleeding into her voice.
She leans over him and slits his throat and grabs the knife from his wrist, wiping the blood on his shirt before putting it back in the holster.
She opens all the closed doors one by one.
Finally, she opens one that has Sophia tied to a chair.
She looks up and sees that it’s Will, and her eyes light up as she starts sobbing.
Will rushes to her and cuts the zip ties that are around her hands and feet, then gives her a hug, rubbing her back and letting her sob into her shirt. “It’s going to be okay, hon. I got you, and I’ll bring you back to your parents,” she says in a soft, soothing voice as she comforts Sophia.
“Okay, guys. I’ve got her and I’m heading back. Is the front door clear?” she asks her brothers.
“Yup, you’re good. The one that was doing patrols went back inside before you started killing everyone.
You’re good to go to the bike,” her brother says over the audio.
“And don’t forget your fuckin’ shoes!” he quickly adds as Will goes to turn off the bodycam, and the screen turns black.
All I can think is that I have to make sure we up her Christmas presents this year.