Page 111 of Hell Breaks Loose

“Hit harder, hit faster!”

“Remind me why we aren’t shooting these psychos?”

“You want to hit our people? Line of fire, dumbass! You want bullets flying through this place?”

That’s when it hits me.

Marco’s crew aren’t shooting either.

Which means someone is in charge, giving orders. And I have a feeling I know who.

Not that it makes a difference to us if we get torn apart by a dozen wild animals.

“If you dipshits spent half as much energy fighting as you do chatting, you’d be just fine!”

A boot swings past my nose, missing me by an inch. Slamming into one head, then another on the backswing. Fucking Alaya.

“Showoff.”

“I just show up!” she spouts, hooking another enemy with her leg and slipping them to the ground.

“Show me that move later!” Tell whoops, catching a flying fist and rolling a guard past him, off balancing the massive thug.

Right into my waiting fist.

“You’re too gangly. Requires flexibility and speed.”

“You’d be surprised how bendy I am, actually.”

“Sounds like a personal problem. Does Hellena know?”

“Every time I start to like you, you go and ruin it, you know that?”

“It’s my Southern charm.” Alaya breaks a wrist, whipping the poor bastard into a choke hold and knocking him out.

“More like Southern harm.”

“And with that, we’re done here,” I growl, elbowing the last baddie in the face and rushing ahead.

“I see what you did there!” Alaya cackles, bringing up the rear.

The scene on the stage escalated in the time it took us to get through, and before I can make it to Hellena, the whole thing goes ass up.

The whole place freezes, locked in a stalemate.

More Ghosts pile into the grounds, making our escape start to look a little grim.

Then Rachelle lays down an ultimatum.

Followed by some seriously sick shit when she jabs Marco with Devo. I’ve seen a lot of fucked up things in my day, but that stuff is next level. Never seen someone the first time.

So I’m not surprised when Marco wants to end it.

But instead of shooting himself, he goes for Rachelle.

“Hell!” I shout, bolting for the stage before anyone can stop me. She sees me, her eyes lighting up.

The gun goes off, and we both flinch, looking back to see who got hit.

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