As the bandits outside, keeping guard, began to rush inside, Lilly's gun rang from deep inside the woods. Sharp and controlled.
Confusion rose, inside and outside, as the bandits began to drop like flies. Lilly had a much easier time now that bandits outside had gathered near the narrow gate; she killed 2 before they took cover.
Inside, I darted into the center aisle, as the chaos and confusion inside reflected the outside, ripping a can off a shelf and flinging it down, the far lane, a distracted shout gave me my opening.
I broke right, keeping it low, as gunfire ensued outside without a target in sight; they were hitting nothing, however, inside.
I slid behind a checkout counter as the first wave opened fire. Bullets tore through cereal boxes and shattered glass. One grazed my shoulder, and I only hope it was deep; it was.
I rose from the cover like a ghost.
Headshot.
Throat shot.
Spine.
They fell like dominoes. My speed and strength were boosted to unnatural levels, as I became faster and stronger. But [Reaper's Momentum] was of little use in an enclosed space like this.
Their panic grew. Some tried to run outside. I didn't let them.
One swung a baseball bat.
And before it could land, I shot him right between his eyes, he fell before his bat.
I shot the lock of the back office door and kicked it open, taking cover instantly.
It swung inside, revealing darkness that filled the room.
The only light came from a flickering lamp. At the center of the room. Half crouched behind a metal desk was probably their boss.
He wasn't armed—if he was, he would've emptied his gun when I kicked open the door, but he didn't. But I still need to be careful.
"We have you surrounded, your men are dead, or are about to be," I shouted, as gunshots continued outside.
"If you surrender, you can leave this place alive," I told him. I needed him to be relaxed, not agitated.
"Like, I'll ever fucking believe that!" he shouted, with some hesitation.
Exactly what I needed.
"You don't have a choice here, other than the one I gave you," I said and continued, "We just need food, and we'll be out of here. You can still save yourself."
"Fuck you, you think I'll believe you?" His voice cracked just a little, anger wrapped in fear. I stayed low behind the wall, watching the edge of the doorway, listening closely for any movement.
"You think you'll make it out of this?" I said, keeping my voice even. "You're a cornered rat, so how about you start acting like one? I don't even need to come in there. I can just wait."
A pause.
Then, a sudden movement. A shadow flared across the wall.
He lunged up from behind the desk and fired.
Too slow.
I moved before he even finished standing.
He screamed, the gun clattering from his hand as he crumpled back against the desk, gripping his leg, trying to stop the blood with shaking fingers.
I kicked the weapon away, sent it skidding across the room.
"You fuck! I knew it."
I walked up to him, shrugging my shoulders, and knocked him out with a single hit.
I returned outside to see that two men were still alive, taking cover, as I appeared in front of them, using my Edge to shoot the first one as the second one's brain blew up, courtesy of Lilly.
I moved back inside, signaling for Lilly to come over, but I didn't need to, as she was already moving.
Lilly found me five minutes later. She stepped over the dead, rifle lowered, her expression unreadable.
"You said 6."
"I was only counting the ones outside," I said, wiping blood on my sleeve as I held my bleeding arm.
She looked around, trying not to stare too long at any corpse, and finally turned to me, "You did that alone—"
Her breath hitched, seeing my arm bleeding, her breath trembling, she stepped over a body, coming close to examine my arm.
"Is it bad?" she asked.
"Could be worse," I said, glancing at the blood-soaked sleeve. 'Couldn't be better.' I murmured to myself, if the wound had been shallow, it would've been a pain in the ass to explain how it healed so quickly.
"Sit down," she ordered. I gave her a look, a small smirk flashed on my face, before I leaned against the cash counter.
She tore the rest of my sleeve, making it into a bandage, and pressed it against the wound without asking. I didn't flinch. She didn't expect me to.
"You're lucky," she muttered. "The bullet went through."
I gave a quiet snort, "Isn't that what I'm known for?"
She didn't smile, just wrapped it tight, fingers quick and steady despite the faint tremble in her jaw.
Behind her, the back office was still ajar. I caught a glimpse of Jason's boot sticking out from the desk, his unconscious body leaking a slow, lazy pool of blood.
When Lilly was done wrapping the bandage, I pulled her closer to me, pressing her against me.
She didn't resist; her hands, still stained with my blood, rested on my chest. She looked up, eyes searching mine, like she was trying to find something that could never be there.
"Are you still hurt?" she asked, for some reason, I felt the question wasn't about the wound on my arm.
"I've been hurt worse," I replied, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "But it's painless, since I have you here."
Her breath hitched, her eyes flicked to my lips, then away. "I can't tell if you're telling the truth or not," she whispered.
I kissed her.
Her eyes widened for a moment but soon relaxed, her fingers curled into my shirt, pulling me down, as if anchoring me to her, to show me what she felt.
I knew what she was feeling. I didn't feel it back—our attraction to each other was nowhere near equivalent. But I understood it. Admired it, even thrived on it, for there was no other way for me.
When the kiss broke, her forehead rested against mine, breath uneven, like she'd just stepped off a cliff.
"You keep doing this," she murmured.
"Doing what?" I chuckled, holding her in a tight embrace as our bodies shared the heat.
"Saving me, Clem, Carley. Acting like none of this affects you."
I cupped her cheek, let my thumb trace the edge of her jaw. "Maybe it doesn't."
Her eyes shimmered, but she didn't pull away. "That's the worst part. I…"
I leaned in again, brushed my lips against hers, softer this time. Slower.
We both closed our eyes, losing ourselves in each other—
Suddenly, a noise caught our attention. The man I had knocked out started to wake up. Lilly quickly turned around; her rifle was straightened, pointed at the murmuring man.
I pulled her back, my chin resting on her shoulder, my right hand caressing her stomach, "Don't." I whispered, "Not yet."
Jason stirred with a low groan, blood matting the side of his face. His eyes blinked open just as he realized the cold muzzle of Lilly's rifle was feet away from his head.
"Where are the other groups you trade with?" I asked, low and leveled.
"Fuck you, you already shot me once," he spat, voice cracked and hoarse, a mess of panic and hate, "I'm already dead.".
I chuckled behind Lilly, letting my lips graze her ear, as I spoke. "You're in no position to plead. Jason? All your men are dead."
"Bullshit—"
"Lilly," I murmured, almost playfully, into her ear. "Shoot him in the other leg."
She tensed in my arms. My hand slid slowly down from her stomach, sliding inside her tight jeans, and she flinched, her finger brushed the trigger.
Then—click.
The gun was empty.
I clicked my tongue in amusement, lips curling into a smile against her cheek. "Oops."
Jason laughed—a ragged, too-loud sound. "You're a fucking joke."
I looked at him confused, Is he retarded?
I pulled my Beretta free and handed it to Lilly, sliding it into her hand while my right hand remained in her jeans. "Shoot him if he doesn't answer my questions," I said calmly. "No vitals, I need him alive."
My fingers entered her, making her tremble, Jason's mouth twitched, Is he fucking playing with me? He crawled further with every ounce of strength he could muster.
"One last chance," I said. "Where are they?"
Jason's mouth twitched. Then spat blood to the side. "Go to hell."
I marked Lilly's neck with my teeth, making her whimper, breaking the tough facial expression she had put on. "What did I tell you?" I whispered into her ear.
Bang!
He jerked back, screaming, clutching his kneecap as blood spurted out in thick pulses.
"Answer him," Lilly said, almost moaning at the end.
Jason whimpered, breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps now. "Fuck you, fuck. I'm never gonna tell you."
My hand inside her jeans was soaking wet, as her body shuddered under my grip, "Kill him," I said.
As I fastened my pace, making her tremble, my left hand reached her tits, pinching on her nipples.
"Lilly!" My voice came out sharp and loud, waking her from her dreamy state, "I don't like my women moaning in front of other men."
"Kill—"
Bang!
Jason looked toward us one last time, tears welling in his eyes from the pain, "You won't—" he muttered before the back of his skull painted the office wall in deep red.
Lilly's hands weakened as she dropped the gun, while i continued to assault her nether regions, my boner pressed against her prompting ass.
She began grinding, her mouth opened and closed, breathing heavily, it was an intoxicating feeling, maybe because of the gore, or the lives she had taken, she wanted release from all of it.
Her hands reached mine, pressing them closer to her, as her fingers fiddled with the button, trying to open it. She succeeded, sliding them down.
Her laced panties came into view, she turned to me with hazed eyes, "Fuck mee–Mhhnn!" she moaned, as she released in my hand.
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