Chapter 50 Scarlett #2
I released his hand, aware of the lines of blood half-moons I had left in his skin and nodded. “I’m ready to flood the rivers red.”
He gave me an amused smile. “Have fun in there, kid.”
“I’ve never been on such a serious yet unserious mission in my entire life,” Poppy laughed lightly.
“This is going to be fun.” She loaded her gun and shoved it into the back of her pants which I knew couldn’t be comfortable with the silencers on.
“Havoc and I will lead. We’ll get everyone in the lobby, okay?
Olivia will call Lus, we’ll lock the front doors and then head for the sanctuary.
After that, free game. Empty three mags,” she told me seriously.
“Empty it good, don’t miss a shot just because you want to use your knife.
It’s exhausting, and you know that. Don’t let yourself get tired for no reason.
You have a mission too. Empty three mags, then the knife, all good shots, nothing wasted,” she summed up, her blue green eyes serious.
I nodded, straightening my spine. Empty three mags, nothing wasted.
“Okay, allons-y,” Havoc hummed and started for the door.
I waited a few steps and then skipped after him, the rage in me translating to excitement.
They will pay for all their sins today, dying in the place they deemed holy.
If they were right, and they were pure, then they had nothing to fear.
Death couldn’t terrify them if they believed in their Good Book.
I suppose today we would find out how devout these Daylighters truly were.
Havoc slid his hand around the hilt of his gun, keeping it behind his back as he opened the front door.
The two men standing there, turned to greet him, but before they could even get a word out, both of their heads cracked back, the whizz of he and Poppy’s bullets not registering until after they started to crumble to the ground.
I giggled, dancing in the doorway as Poppy and Havoc held the doors open for Olivia and I.
Both of our guns were out, both of us walking into the lobby, doing a quick search, before I spun on Havoc and beamed. “All clear,” I signed haphazardly.
Havoc nodded and Olivia let out a sharp whistle just as the sound of music drifted under the door.
I turned to the sanctuary doors, my heart slamming once against my ribs, the memory of Malachi’s laughter, of Thomas’ whip, filling my mind so fully, it left me breathless.
My hand tightened around the gun, every other sound muffled by the sound of the suddenly screaming music.
Praising their god, that’s what they were doing.
Praising the god that forgave them for all of this. For hurting me.
Impure.
Impure.
Impure.
I ruined our marriage.
I deserved to be punished.
I snarled, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, as my veins buzzed with fire. No.
Infected. You are infected.
No!
I shook my head, my hair whipping around me, and took a step towards the door. No, it was a lie. It was all a lie, and they sold it to me. The books they forced me to read, the punishments they convinced me I deserved. Lies. Lies. Lies!
“Fuck, Havoc, we’re losing her,” someone behind me said.
“Then we better get to it,” Havoc stated, stalked past me.
He grabbed the door handle before I could and looked back, trying to meet my eyes. Forcing me to meet his. “Hey,” he stated. “Focus. Nothing wasted.”
Havoc watched me for one second longer before he nodded, the tension in his shoulders releasing, as if he were giving into the fact that whatever happened, would happen.
Plans were wasted all the time. Nobody could plan for how minds would shift when bullets started flying.
I would do what I needed to do, what my mind craved to do, and even he couldn’t stop me.
He finally opened the doors.
The singing continued as we walked in.
Some stopped, whispering when the dog stalked in, growling softly, the silence slowly washing over the congregation like water kissing the beach.
My eyes immediately locked onto the stage, the sound of the lock flipping sounding behind me.
People started to turn, the silence became louder, and the interim pastor, who was standing at the podium leading worship, stopped, his eyes narrowing. “Who is that?” he asked, the band shutting down, the singing fading to whispers.
The whispers became louder as I stalked down that red aisle, my heart pounding, red filling my vision, my hand tightening.
Nothing wasted.
Nothing wasted.
Nothing wasted.
It was time they received the punishment they were so rightfully owed.
“It’s Scarlett,” someone said.
“It’s the Chosen One!” another cried out only for a scream to sound a second later.
I glanced over to find Poppy lowering her gun, her eyes blazing. “Fuck that name.” The hatred in her eyes softened to a bright smile and she gave me a nod and a wink. “Go get ‘em.”
My smile broke across my face, and I spun back to the pastor. I had a family. I almost forgot. I had a family and they knew I wasn’t impure. They cared about me. They were loyal.
I lifted my gun as the screams began, and pulled the trigger, the crack ringing through the entire sanctuary.
The pastor’s head whipped back, the back of his skull exploding across the glowing cross behind him.
I laughed.
The room filled with screams and cries for help. People started scrambling like cats searching for a hole to hide in.
My laughter grew as I hopped up onto the stage and immediately shot the drummer as he struggled to get out from behind that big, annoying drum set. I hated the drums.
I spun on the crowd and set my gun on the podium to sign to the trapped rats that filled the room. “Tick tock goes the clock, the queen is finally here!”