Page 24 of Sardonic Burn

Noelle slits his throat and dumps his body to the ground.

I don’t have the luxury of staring at the insane bitch and start shooting the next man that tries to sneak his way inside.I hit him neatly between the eyes, and he falls to his knees, slumping to the ground.

It’s hard to walk around him, so I stomp over his dead body and go outside. The rain of bullets starts, and I see at least twenty men in total. Some idiots decide to take the easy way out and go to the back where Ray and Henrick start shooting.

It’s dark. I can’t see properly in front of me. I can only lean on my senses and pray that they don’t fail me after this many years.

One motherfucker attacks me from behind, but he misses. I turn and shoot, only hitting his leg, but that’s enough. He falls to his knees, screaming in agony and holding his wound. His weapon falls from his hand into the thick snow. That’s when he realizes his mistake.

I kick his face with my foot, blood splattering on my shoe. I’m pissed as fuck that his dirty blood is staining my expensive shoe and if I had enough time, I would make sure he licked it clean.

But I don’t have the time to dwell on that.

They’re coming from every direction, and it takes me longer than anticipated to take care of them all. They’re not amateurs, but they’re not professionals either. Their footwork is sloppy, and their hiding places are easily discovered.

Their aim is steady; however, it’s dark, and they’re in an unknown field with unknown enemies. I use that to my advantage to either knock them all out or take their lives.

I’m breathing heavily by the time all of them are on the ground.

The snow is no longer white with their blood staining it. It’s like a work of art, one I’m immensely proud of.

A thud comes from the inside.

She better not be fucking dead.

And… she’s not dead.

But she’s covered in blood.

Head to toe, covered in blood.

Noelle senses me and snaps her eyes in my direction. She drops the last man to the floor, hands entirely covered in the crimson shade. Her eyes are dull with no emotions lingering behind them.

She’s ruthless.

She killed seven people on her own in a span of twenty minutes. All men had guns on her, yet there isn’t even the smallest scratch on her body. She’s breathing heavily, her chest rising up and down at a rapid speed.

Noelle swallows thickly and blinks.

“What the fuck are you staring at? Want to lick their blood off my body, too?”

Now that’s a tempting offer.

SEVEN

The door swings open, and Cecilia stands in front of me.

Her messy, blonde hair falls over her face, and she yawns. Her eyes are half-closed. It’s understandable—it’s past one in the morning. She’s wearing nothing but a white tank-top and a pair of white underwear.

“Noah?” She blinks.

It takes her a moment to fully see me but then she gasps, hand covering her mouth. Her big, baby-blue eyes widen, and she stares at me, barely blinking or breathing.

“What in the world happened to you?”

She’s sizing me up and down, baffled at the bloody sight in front of her. Sleep vanishes from her face, and worry replaces it just as quickly.

“Don’t worry. It’s not my blood.”

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