Chapter 1: Beginning of an end
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three gunshots from the lawn. Bang! One at the main door.
"GO check every room!" An unknown voice. Heavy, loud but still calm.
"On it!" Another voice.
Bang! "Arrrgh..." More muffled groans and screams...
So this is the end. They decided to kill me. That's okay. That's more than okay. I get to be with dad now. And this nightmare will end. I can't avenge you, dad. I am sorry. I couldn't even protect myself.
Why am I crying? I have no right to cry...I have no right to live. Please just kill me. End this nightmare.
I am Inaya Avens. Eight days ago, they killed my dad in front of my eyes. One of his last words were that
his daughter is safe. But I am not. I am trapped here. In our own house, which is now the place they shot dad.
My life was perfect. Maybe I wasn't the richest or the smartest or the prettiest girl in the world, but I surely
was the happiest. And now I am just waiting to die. Not bravely like my father, but like a coward, so my pain would end.
I am Inaya Avens. A coward. A weakling. A loser. I hide my tearful, bruised face in my knees and wait for death.
Crash! Thud!
Narrator's POV:
"Why is this door is locked from the outside?" Asked the guy, wearing all black clothes and a black mask, his outrageously red hair still visible under the hoodie.
"Oh just break the damn door. We don't have much time. I'll go check the bathroom" Another guy, tall, muscular, said while moving swiftly.
Bang!
"New Island State Police. Drop your weapons. Now!"
"Ooooh, what kind of policemen shoot first and then give a warning? Not cool man." Said the tall man.
"Here, we dropped are weapons." The red-haired guy seemed more obedient.
"Yeah, we don't need them. Because we have to keep you sons of bitches alive." And the tall guy kicked one of the two policemen in the face before he could even blink.
Two more policemen approached, each getting kicked in the face again and then punched to the ground.
Bang!Bang!
"Don't hide and shoot if you have a terrible aim idiot." The red-haired guy kicked the shooter in the ribs.
Five policemen were on the floor, four seemed unconscious. Both the assassins pointed guns at them.
"I know I said we have to keep you alive." The tall guy crouched beside the only conscious man.
"But sometimes just being alive can be awful ya know."
"We are here to just kill one person." The red-haired assassin removed his hoodie.
His voice was more serious now. "We are the Scorpios. Where is the girl?"
Feliz's POV:
Three armed guards and five armed policemen for one girl? This seems a bit strange. The Chief of the Police force was murdered in broad daylight and the daughter has this much protection. Since when did these bastards become so competent?
"Where is the girl?" Ivan shouted, pointing his g*n. Eh... Ivan is always impatient as hell.
"In that room." Our friendly neighborhood policeman pointed to the locked door.
"You go and finish the job, I'll keep an eye on these losers". Ivan said, still standing tall like a statue.
"On it."
I kicked the door open and looked around. This room seems to be a mess. But maybe that's how girls keep their rooms.
"Miss Inaya?" I go further. Papers, books, broken photo frames on the floor.
"I am sure you heard the little commotion outside."
Ropes? Duct tape? What the hell is going on?
"If you would just come out now, it would be easier."
The bathroom is empty too... And there's no one in the room.
"Ivan, quick, run outside. She ran away."
"What do you mean she ran away? Our men are outside." Ivan barged into the room.
"This window is the only way out. Bran is standing right there." Ivan pointed to the only window in the room.
"This window is locked from the outside. There's no way she got out of THIS window." I tried opening it, but it didn't budge.
Police sirens wail at a distance.
"Are you kidding me?" Ivan was frustrated now."Eight minutes, just eight minutes and they sent more troops? Why didn't we get any tips from Ian?"
"We are outta here." I smash the window with a chair and jump in the backyard.
"But we don't know where did she go. We can handle these losers. She couldn't go that far." Ivan said, tracing the room.
"No. We are out. Bran! Move it. We are going." Brando started the truck and two of our men jumped in.
"But we are not don--"
"We are going. Now." I interrupted Ivan sternly and tossed him his helmet. "Let's go."
Ivan let out a big, angry sigh and we rode off on his bike.
Brando's POV:
A failed mission huh? That's rare. No wonder Ivan looks like he is about to crush someone's skull with his bare hands.
That's why I don't like going on the field. Ivan definitely can't keep up with the pressure. Look at the muscular greek god, on his black fat sports bike, thinking about crushing some skulls.
Good thing Feliz can control him. He is lively and funny, but he can be in total control at the field.
"Whose duty is feeding the horses today?" I asked Feliz after parking the truck in the garage.
"Whose duty is feeding the horses today?" Damn are they deaf or do I really talk in an inaudible volume? Sigh.
"Yeah, you do talk like you are an ant whisperer."
"Whoa! What?" That startled me.
"Why are you whispering in my ears like a creep Maj?" I can hear my heartbeats. Too fast. Too fast.
"That's how you always talk, dear Bran" Maj whispered again, with a straight face.
This guy. Maj is never serious. Always fooling around. Who would believe he is trusted with the most responsible jobs here? Maj- the sweet-looking guy that you just passed through in the mall, but you couldn't help but look twice because of what he calls his ' enchanting smile'. Also, he once beat up ten guys alone somehow and yet they said he has the most beautiful eyes.
"I am on horse duty because I won't quit horsing around," Maj said, winking.
"He--he--he horsing around." That's the laughter of a human- Feliz. The joke may not be funny, but his laughter surely is.
"Isn't that laugh a bit early considering you failed your task?" Maj asked, raising an eyebrow.
"And how do you know?" Feliz raised his eyebrow too.
"That's not a sign of victory." Maj pointed towards Ivan, throwing his helmet and stomping in.
"Well, he is just way too happy Maj." Feliz patted his shoulder and headed in.
"Good luck horsing around."
"Good luck not being shot in the face by Hunt." Maj waved his hand, taking out a handful of hay.
Sigh. Not being able to take out a sixteen-year-old. Being shot in the face won't be enough
- Writer
