Kill Them All by Kristen Brand

Author:Kristen Brand [Brand, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Superheroes | Supervillains
Publisher: Kristen Brand
Published: 2018-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The sound startled a flock of nearby seagulls and sent them flapping into the air. Like a single raindrop preceding a storm, the first shot was followed by a barrage of more. The pair of henchmen snatched their guns, and Jean-Baptiste’s men above us shouted. I smiled. They were taken off guard, their reactions delayed. Eddy and Irma were charging to the rescue, and thanks to Elisa, they knew exactly where to shoot.

Time to get out of here. I slammed my elbow into the closest henchman’s gut and twisted his wrist, ripping the gun from his hand. The henchman closer to Jean-Baptiste saw me and shifted his aim in my direction. Frantic, I drove my foot into the closest henchman’s knee and grabbed his sleeve. With a heave, I pulled him in front of me just in time to catch the bullet.

He made a choked sound that I ignored. Aiming over his shoulder as he collapsed, I squeezed the trigger. My shot hit the other henchman in the arm before he could fire again, and he dropped his gun and screamed in pain.

Two down.

I spun to face the stands. Halfway up, Eddy was taking cover at the entrance I’d come in through, the concrete tunnel shielding him from bullets.

He’d been hit.

The air left my lungs. His trousers were stained with blood on his right thigh, and he leaned against the wall like he was going to collapse.

Of the four men posted in the nosebleed section, only one was still standing. Eddy had taken them all out in less than a minute, but he’d paid the price. I aimed at the last man before cursing and lowering the gun. It was no good. This tiny pistol didn’t have that kind of range. I had to get up there and help him.

But before I could move, the fourth man paused to reload. Eddy leaned around the wall, aimed, and squeezed the trigger of his automatic.

The pops echoed throughout the wide space, and the fourth man collapsed. Nice shot, old man, I thought. But just as I sighed, a bullet slammed into the graffitied concrete at my feet.

The announcer’s box. I looked up to see the pair of henchmen inside had me in their sights. I fired back, not expecting to hit them but just wanting to disrupt their aim before they could shoot again. Behind them, Irma raced stealthily down the catwalk. Once she reached the box, she’d knife them before they could blink.

She wasn’t going to make it in time.

I swallowed as the cold reality hit me. Then I fired my last bullet, and the men emerged to take aim. They had rifles, not a pathetic little pistol like me. And I had nowhere to hide. The rotting wooden chairs wouldn’t stop a bullet, even if I could reach them in time.

I dashed for Jean-Baptiste. His men wouldn’t risk hitting him. If I could get close—

The henchman I’d shot in the arm wasn’t down for the count. He’d grabbed Jean-Baptiste and was rushing him away.

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