Page 133 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

Taking my knives out from the holster strap to my left thigh, I look at Logan. “Fuck you.” I hissed.

“No bitch.” He gets off the ground tripping over his feet. “Fuck you!”

Having had enough, I ran and threw myself at him as we both hit the ground. All I see is red, blazing red as I pound his face and use my knives on him, stabbing him. His blood on my skin and his shouts in my ears fuel me giving me the strength I need to end him once and for all.

I stab him directly into his thigh. I think I hit bone.

“Even if you kill me. I’ll be here.” He manages to hit my head. Dark spots appear as I feel the searing pain of the blow. I swallowed the bile that rose as he taunted me more. “Do you still feel me? I bet you do.” he laughed.

His fist connected with my jaw. Something cracked in my mouth. I spit out blood and moaned.

I pulled him to his feet and then managed to dislocate his left arm as it dangled at his side.

With both knives in hand, I shoved one directly into the shoulder with the bullet.

I twist the knife at the same time I run the tip of the blade along his right arm, digging up flesh as I carved the word rapist on his skin.

Blood drenches his shirt and my face.

“See you in hell, Logan.” I press my gun to his forehead ready to end this when I’m harshly shoved aside by a man I’ve never seen before. He seems familiar though. Tall, dark haired and angry.

The fire grows stronger all around us, as I let out a roar and pull the trigger towards Logan who is limping towards the only exit not covered in flames as searing pain takes over my body. The stranger pushes me down and because of it, Logan will get away. He will get away with his life. Damn him.

Pain swallows me whole as dark dots start to fill my vision. “Noooo!”

With a groan, I get to my feet and charge toward the man with dark hair and empty eyes. I jumped on his back and shoved my knife into his left shoulder. “Son of a bitch.” He shoves me away. I was losing blood fast. “I can’t let you kill the fucker.” he hisses.

“You. Can’t. Save. Him!” I landed a few blows to his jaw, then charged towards the helicopter before strong arms pulled me off him.

The stranger again. Fuck.

Blood pours from his nose.

When I pulled away. I think fast, grabbing my gun from the ground, I aim and shoot.

The stranger falls to the ground cursing in Russian.

Shit.

I look up just in time to watch as Logan climbs inside the chopper and gets away. I shoot angrily at him hoping the goddamn thing blows up in flame but I have no luck. “Shit!” I hiss, my breaths coming heavy and so damn painful. I’m losing my strength.

The sound of the man groaning in pain makes me look down at him. I point my gun at his head and put my finger on the trigger ready to shoot when he says. “Maya…” he coughs up blood. “Solnyshkuh.” Then I look at his face when I see the same stars Vitali has under his eye but this man has them opposite. Then I noticed the same tattoos on his skin.

It can’t be.

Could it?

Falling to my knees, I pull up his shirt and I see it. Identical tattoos as my Russian. All except one.

He has tiny feet tattooed right above his heart with a birthdate and the name he whispered. Maya.

Then I see the name Solonik tatted on his left pectoral.

God no.

Mikhail.

“Tell Tali to save her.” The man grabs my hand and pulls me closer still coughing blood. He’s dying. “Both of them.”

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