Hunted by the Gangleader

Chapter 10

Previously on Hunted by the Gangleader

He was crying for his lost brother he was like a father to him. Drake and Demitri left their friend alone to grieve. 

They new there was going to be hell to pay.

Erica’s Point Of View 

Aka Killer Frost, Incase you forgot from reading other interesting stories. 

I see you:)

It has been five hours since I talked to Jerry. I have been trying to find Adrian Black but there is nothing, it’s like he has gone off the grid again.

This is so frustrating. 

I think it’s around four or five. To be honest I don’t really know how long I have been down here I’ve been trying to find something on Mr. Black.

I check my phone on my way to the HQ garage and it says it’s four-forty five. 

I arrive home at four-fifty. I should probably go change I have some training to do. 

I enter my room and go to my closet and pick out some training clothes. I change into a black and blue Nike sports bra (Cuz I have to have blue, don’t judge me.)and some dark purple yoga pants. I leave my hair down and put on a Nike headband and finally before I leave I put on some Nike white shoes to go with it. Yes. Nike. What can I say I like Nike. I exit my room and head to my basement/ training room.

In the Training Room

I was in the training room and damn I’ve missed it. I haven’t been in here since Jerry left and I know it was just three days but it felt like three years. It’s one of my favorite places to go to. 

Okay I gotta focus. 

Gotta get to work.

I should stick with my regular practice routine. It begins with some running, some push-ups, sit-ups, boxing and I finish up with some shooting. 

I get on the treadmill and start running. I don’t get why people say it’s tiring, I think it’s relaxing. I ran around five miles.

I drank some of my water before starting my push-ups and sit-ups. In thirteen minutes I did fifty push-ups and fifty sit-ups. 

I should probably do some boxing next. I go to the training equipment room to get hand wraps to wrap my hands in. 

After I finished wrapping my hands I headed towards the punching bag and started punching the bag for a bit to warm up. I then concentrated on the bag in front of me and imagined it to be the guy that was holding my little brother at gun point. 

I was punching the bag for a while now and there was sand coming out of the bag from punching it.

He shot him.

I hit the bag harder.

He killed him.

And harder.

His body fell to the ground.

And harder.

He killed my brother! 

The bag snapped from the chain and flew across the room. 

I was taking deep breaths and my hands were on my knees trying to get some oxygen in my lungs. There were tears in my eyes threatening to fall. I can’t cry.

“No crying it means you’re weak, and the weak die.”

I make my way to the shooting range. I grab a Glock 19, I load it and start shooting. 

Bang.

It hits bulls eye.

Bang.

It hits where the heart would be.

Bang.

It hits the head.

I shoot the bulls eye thirteen more times and I stop to reload. 

I take out the magazine and put another one in. I put my finger on the trigger and fire. After shooting for almost half an hour I move onto shooting arrows.

I get my black quiver and black compound bow. I get into my shooting stance by aligning my body with the target in front of me. I hold my bow with my left hand. I attach the back of my arrow to my bow string. I pull back the string, I let go firing the arrow at the bulls eye. I repeat this a couple more times before finishing. 

I put all their thing back into their right places and went upstairs to take a shower.

After my shower I changed into a a light blue shirt and black spandex.

I made my way to the kitchen to make dinner. I made me some steak and mashed potatoes. (Who doesn’t love steak?) I drank it down with some Dr.Pepper. I washed my dishes after finishing my delicious meal. I went into my room sat on the bed, turned on the TV and put on FRIENDS. 

What?

I might be an assassin but I still have a life. 

I watched around three, four episodes before deciding to go to bed. 

Nightmares here I come.