Chapter 29

Survive

Angela laid in the bed sleep when she was rudely awaking by the sound of bullets followed by loud pain filled screams. She sat straight up, snatched all the wires and tubes from her body, and slid out the bed bare foot. Angela didn’t know what was going on, but she knew she wasn’t going to stick around to find out. Angela stepped out into the hallway and could hear the gun shots only a few doors down. She ran down the hallway as fast as she could and tried to slip into another room undetected but when several bullet holes decorated the wall just above her head she knew immediately that she had failed. “Shit!” Angela cursed loudly. There she was trapped in a room, with no gun and nowhere to go. “Think, think, think,” she said looking around the room for anything she could use as a weapon. Angela’s eyes scanned the room and stopped when they made contact with a pencil lying on top of a clip board. She quickly ran over, grabbed the pencil, and held it in a firm grip, placed her back up against the wall, and waited for the drama that she knew was surely to come.

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Ashley stepped out the staircase and stopped in mid stride. She looked around and saw several dead bodies lying all over the place, instantly she pulled her Five-seven from her holster and headed straight for the elevator when out of nowhere she heard a loud blast that shook the floor. Immediately she knew that Angela was in trouble, Ashley knew, Angela was in no condition to properly defend or protect herself. She then quickly hopped on the elevator and pressed five.

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Mr. Death slowly made his way towards the room that he saw Angela enter. He placed a fresh clip in his gun, stood in front of the door and squeezed down on the trigger, while waving his arms back and forth. The gun rattled in his hands as he watched the bullets cut through the door and walls. When the gun was empty, Mr. Death stuck another fresh clip in the base of his gun just to unload it through the door and walls again. The wall and door resembled a slice of Swiss cheese. Mr. Death placed a fresh clip in the machine gun, and then came straight forward with a strong kick that sent the door flying off the hinges. Mr. Death cautiously entered the room, he took two steps inside when out of nowhere Angela jammed a pencil in his hand, and then grabbed his machine gun with two hands. The gun fired repeatedly as the two struggled and fought over the gun.

BRRAT! TAT! TAT! TAT! TAT! TAT!

Once the gun was empty, Mr. Death released his grip from the gun and delivered a sharp upper cut to Angela’s stomach. The impact from the blow caused Angela to double over in pain. Mr. Death then took a step back and kicked Angela in the face as if he was kicking a field goal. Blood spilled from Angela’s mouth and painted the wall.

Angela quickly got herself together, stood, and took a fighting position. She took a step forward and fired a jab. Mr. Death easily slipped the jab and landed a bruising hook that rattled Angela’s rib cage. Angela took the punch well and countered with a sneaky over hand right that landed on the side of Mr. Death’s face. Angela then faked high, but went low trying to deliver a powerful kick to Mr. Death’s ribs, but he was ready for the kick and caught her leg. With her leg in his grip, Mr. Death went to twist her ankle and break it, but Angela was prepared for the maneuver. She quickly rotated her body in the same direction as the twist, her hands hit the floor, and at the same time, she sludge hammer kicked Mr. Death in the abdomen with her free foot causing him to release her leg. Angela charged Mr. Death rushing him back into the wall. With his back against the wall, Mr. Death’s blocked all the body blows that Angela attempted to deliver and fired a hard knee to Angela’s chest. She took the knee like a champ and caught his leg in the process, lifting him off his feet and slamming him down on his head. Mr. Death quickly made it back to his feet and fired off a quick one, two. The first shot violently snapped Angela’s head back, but she caught the second punch and tried to place Mr. Death’s arm in an arm bar, but like a veteran, he easily blocked the attempt. 

Mr. Death slowly walked up to Angela and hit her with an eight punch combination, followed by a spinning heel kick that bounced off the side of Angela’s head. The impact from the kick sent her crashing over top of the bed on to the other side of the floor. Angela slowly crawled back up to her feet, when she felt dizzy, and weak that last kick to the head made it seem as if everything was spinning. Mr. Death walked up and fired off a kick to the side of Angela’s leg, her ribs, and then her head all in one fluid motion. His leg never hitting the floor. Angela looked up from the floor amazed by his foot speed and accuracy. She was injured and knew there was no way her skills could match his in her current condition but still she crawled back to her feet. Angela’s ego and pride refused to let her stay down. Angela threw a weak punch that had little chances of landing. Mr. Death caught Angela’s arm and hip tossed her over his hip. He held Angela’s arm up and stomped down on it where the forearm and elbow connected.

CRACK!

“Arrggggggghhh!” Angela howled like a wounded animal as she felt the bone in her arm snap like a branch.

Mr. Death slowly walked up to Angela and stood over her. “Pay back is a bitch!” He growled, raised his leg, placed his foot on Angela throat, and applied pressure. Angela struggled to get his foot off her neck with her one good arm but it was no use. She could slowly feel the life escaping from her body in small breaths.

Mr. Death smiled as he watched Angela’s eyes begin to roll in the back of her head. He went to apply even more pressure when Ashley appeared in the door way and put four bullets in his chest dropping him right where he stood.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ashley inched towards Mr. Death’s body when out of nowhere with the quickness of an alley cat he sat up and tossed a throwing knife at her face. Ashley leaned back as far as she could trying to avoid the knife but it still managed to somehow lodge into her shoulder. Mr. Death leaned back on his shoulders and popped back up on his feet and ran full speed towards Ashley; he hit her hard, lifted her off her feet, and rammed her back into the wall. The momentum caused them to both go crashing through the wall and into the next room.