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“We don’t need backup!” He barks.
“We do!” I reiterate. Really, I just want him to head back. I know I can’t cover him down here. And besides, the backup will be handy to have as I get her out..
There’s no telling what condition she’s in..
“We need a better idea!” He snaps. “I’m not going to fight my way back out of here without my mom!”
“It’s clear that way!” I reiterate, sharply, holding his shoulders as bullets continue to fly and chip away at the wall around us. “I’ll cover you to get you out of here! But bring them back!”
"What're you going to do in the meantime?”
“Just get back there!” I shout. “And I’ll make sure they don’t shoot you in the back.”
As soon as he pushes himself off the wall, I stand in front of him, blasting every single bullet I have to the men at the end of the hall, guarding the door. I run at them, until my gun clicks empty. I growl and toss it to the side, grabbing out my pistol in one swift motion.
The war continues to rage all around me. Gunfire and screams melt together in some sort of song almost. I scramble down the hall to my destination. The walls are destroyed. Broken lights hang loosely from the ceiling, flickering and sparking through the mayhem.
It’s a scene out of a horror movie…
It’s dark.
It’s ominous.
I know there’s danger all around me.
Plenty of people that want me dead from both sides…
And all I want…is the girl…
Bodies are stacked against a lone door.
The door we had our stupid little meeting…
At attention, I hold my gun steady. If Madam Rosa’s on the other side, I have to be ready.
I pull the latch up and kick the door open with my foot.
There’s a small sliver of light that filters in through the hallway I’m stepping out of, but not much. “What the fuck is going on!?” I hear a hornet of a woman yell out. I move closer. “I’m armed!”
“Aria!” I call, my feet pounding toward the center of the room. “Are you okay?!” I scream out, sliding to her on my knees.
Her cheek is covered in dry blood. Her hair soaked with a crusty red… blood, too, I suppose…
Her lips are swollen.
And she’s crumpled on the floor, sitting almost helplessly.
“Broken ribs, concussion…” she says weakly as she moves to stand. She gasps. “But nothing I can’t walk off…” She’s grinning.
I chuckle, as a tear jerks down my cheek.
I reach into my vest and pull out my knife. With a click, the blade pops up and I cut the ropes around her wrist. She’s been fighting against them for a while it looks like. Her wrists are scarred with dark red lines and they’re bleeding…
“Shit…” I whisper. “Your wrists…”
She laughs in gasped bursts as she gets to her knees. I throw her arm around my shoulder. She cries out. “Fucking ribs…”
Her hands move to hold her side steady as she lifts herself to her feet with me.
