BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

39. ON MY TOES PART II

That bastard had left me. I closed my eyes to open them, then I stared again to see multiple men carrying guns. It was a gun and hand fight, an intense one, but it was not a large attack and I could handle it. I turned. I would clean the mess I made later. As of then, it seemed the lord had bestowed my therapy for me.

I jogged upstairs and I could feel my brain just switch right there and then. The blood dripped down, leaving a trail for my enemies to follow, but I would make it easy for them. I was back in the jungle where it was either you killed or get killed and getting killed was something that was not going to happen to me on that day.

I was sure Azrail would do it himself when I saw him next, but as of that very hour, I was not going anywhere.

I picked up my second iPad which sat on the bed and unlocked it. I went to the settings, then completely erased it. Just in case.

I then walked to the side tables, pulling each drawer out. Under every drawer in every house was a weapon. My hand felt for the gun to untape it, then did the same for the next drawer. Leaving two hand guns, fully loaded, in my hands.

I picked up the iPad and threw it on the floor to put three shots on it. You can never be too sure.

Guns weren't really my M.O, but they would do as of then, since there were no knives for me to play with. I jogged down the stairs humming the song I had been listening to and my cure suddenly just fell on my lap. I felt all the depression wash away with me ready to pour it out on some people. I reached the living room to place the guns down. My main iPad was picked up, going to the settings to erase the whole thing before I threw it down and put a bullet through it. Never leave any evidence behind. My feet then tracked to the window again to see which way I would take out. The fight was getting heavy, just my type of fight, intimate yet brutal. A tea party for me.

I walked to the glass door, ready to walk out, but lights flooded through the grounds, lighting up all those that were fighting. It was car lights, three cars to be exact, having me stop because it could be more intruders. The car sped only to all spin and stop instantly. The doors opened all at once, men jumping out all at once with gun shots heard with much force.

I knew I was in s**t right then because I knew Azrail was back. I even saw him as he jumped out of the car. He walked straight to the house, no gun, no protection, as if he was invincible. The pride of that man had no bounds.

He had forgotten me and he was back. I could not help but curse in my head. I knew I was dead. I knew I would get it right there and then. I knew he would finally deal with me in the worst way I could not even possibly think of. I did not even want to think of his punishments.

There was no point in waiting.

I pushed off the glass door, going to meet him at the front door where he was coming through.

My feet moved, reaching the door and opening it. He was pissed to the brink. I could see by how his head had angled as he had stepped out of the car. The sound of the gun shots amplified as the doors opened with much dramatic flare, banging on the walls with much force.

I jumped out, hello to the world. My arms were up, turning to spot a ghost, shooting him dead, then rushing down. My hands were in a cross to slowly open them wide, my bullets flying all through, hitting bodies all over, yet my eyes set on one body that was rushing to me.

He was heaving for sure, just thinking smoke would blow out of his nose and ears.

His arm immediately ran around my waist as he reached me, turning and walking back with me fast. I could feel it shake where it sat. I could feel it burn as if to combust. We were getting near, my head turning to the right. My arm was raised in panic but I was too late.

The man who had pointed a gun at us dropped from my bullet but his bullet had already hit its target.

Azrail groaned as the bullet tore at him and I knew he would really kill me then. He kept walking as if he did not even feel the pain, but the veins on his face just told me how deep in s**t I was in.

The men in all the three cars turned all at once, stepping into the car quickly. Azrail jumped in first and I was next until I heard my name screamed over all the chaos erupting all around.

I stopped where I was and my heart stopped, I promise you that.

I was hearing things.

My foot stepped on the step bar, my head already in until the name came again.

Someone was playing tricks on me. Someone was messing with my brain. It was all that dancing, I promise you.

My mind kept screaming for me to get in. I was already in so much trouble for not hearing when Azrail left, having him to turn back to get me, but I could not.

Hope, hope was such a dangerous thing. In that second I was willing to get shot and risk it all just for the glimmer of hope I knew was impossible. It was impossible for what I was thinking to happen, there was no chance at all, yet hope was planted in me so I pulled back stupidly, my foot falling off the step bar to the ground with my head turning.

“ Masha!”

My heart would give out. I felt my knees weak and I thought I would fall.

“ Masha!”

I took another step back, the door slammed close by me as I turned and began running towards the two people who were running towards me.

At first I ran, then stopped, not sure. Something must have been sprayed in the air. My body turned, wanting to run back to Azrail, but hope had me stare back and indeed there were two people running to me in all the mist of bullets blazing.

An arm came around my waist with my body picked up so quickly.

“ Run!” The woman screamed with the man carrying me and running so fast. My hand held onto him as he carried me as if I weighed nothing. My eyes were wide, my mind seemed to have stopped working. It was trying to connect the wires.

That cologne, I knew that cologne no matter what.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout and tear apart.

What kind of dream was this?

A door was opened, my body thrown in, then closed. The two front doors were opened, two people jumping in. The engine came to life immediately with the lights of the car turned on and I nearly cried. I could not believe it, my gun pressed to my thigh so hard to feel the pain, making sure I was not dreaming.

How?

My mother turned around in all the panic, then turned back around.

“ Drive Vlad, we have our daughter, we will deal with this bastard later.” My mother shot out and my dad did not have to be told twice before driving off, leaving nothing but dust behind.