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Someone is here. Someone is outside.
Antonio lifts his gun and points his finger in the air and rotates it. The three remaining men all lift their guns and disappear out the front door.
Oh no. Oh no. Who is that?
Stucco writhes in pain as he bleeds profusely, and I drop my head once more so I don’t have to see the suffering.
I can’t deal with this.
I hear a bang and then a crunch and I hear another man cry out.
Oh fuck, what’s going on out there?
Antonio lifts his chin to the last remaining two guards and they walk over to the window to try and see what is going on. After a moment they walk to the other end of the factory and disappear out another entrance.
I stop breathing.
I sit tied to a chair, alone in a room with two of the most evil men on the planet. Is that my Stace out there fighting? He needs my help? I begin to frantically try to untie the rope. I have to get out of here. I need to help him.
I hear another gunshot and my father disappears into the darkness of the factory.
Tears of fear run down my face.
The door bangs open and Stace comes into view covered in blood. Oh my God, he’s taken out the four men outside with his bare hands.
He holds his gun up at Antonio. “Untie her.” He growls.
Antonio smiles darkly. “Not a chance.” He raises his gun and points it at Stace. I rock my chair back and forward. I need to distract him. The chair falls and in that split second Stace runs at Antonio and tackles him to the ground. They go flying onto the hard concrete with a thud. He hits him hard three times and smashes the gun from his hands. Antonio rolls on top and hits Stace and blood spatters up everywhere. The sounds of the hits are so brutal.
Stace gets the upper hand again and rolls on top as he smashes his head on the concrete and my father walks out of the shadows with his gun drawn on Stace
No… dear, God, no.
“No!” I yell.
He turns and shoots me in the upper thigh and I scream out in pain.
The fighting immediately stops and Antonio is only semi-conscious as he lies on his back.
I scream in pain. Oh God, I’m going to die.
Stace stands covered in blood and holds his hands in the air in surrender.
“No,” I yell. “Run, Stace!” I scream as the burn of the bullet burns my skin and I see the large sea of deep, dark red blood puddle around me on the floor.
He has a deep gash on his cheekbone and his nose is obviously broken, the blood trickling down his face.
“Don’t kill her,” he whispers.
“Why not?’
“Kill me instead.”
Vikinos holds the gun at Stace. “On your knees.”
“Stace, no,” I cry.
Not again.
