Page 19 of Storm

I take my gun out and point it at him. “Now take off all your weapons."

“I ain't got none," he says, as I walk a few feet away.

"Then run. Open the door and run like the scared little rabbit you are." I laugh hysterically, pointing the gun at him, but he leaps forward, catching me off guard. He swings a knife hitting my shoulder. The searing pain doesn’t register at first. Only running on adrenaline and acting on instinct, I shoot him in the foot.

"You fucking dumb bastard! You’re so fucking dead!” I scream, staring down at him where he’s fallen, clutching his injured foot. “You better run! You have a one-minute head start then I'm going to use your ass as target practice.” He scrambles, heading out the door, limping as fast as he can.

Warm liquid runs down my arm from where he sliced me with his knife. It’s bleeding profusely, but thankfully, the adrenaline pumping through my veins seems to dull the pain for now.The memory of him threatening to use the blade to fuck me, runs through my mind.I tear a piece of my shirt and tie it around my arm making a bandage. I get my bow ready and nock my arrow as I watch him go through the woods.

The woods around his house are dense and the bed of the forest floor is covered in dead leaves. I follow behind him, quietly to not give him any indication of where I am. Since I shot him in the foot, he doesn’t have the advantage of suppressing the sound of his steps like I do. He peeks his head out from behind a tree and I shoot, hitting the trunk where he's hiding.

"You crazy cunt! I’mma cut your tits off and shove ‘em down your throat," he snarls, as he moves deeper into the woods.

The horrible scent of his breath as he holds me down, I try to scream, my voice a shout into the void. I can’t move as he brings the knife to me, raking it along my flesh as he laughs manically.

"How do you plan on doing that? You're a fucking pedophile rapist that’s running from a woman on a shot foot. You ain't gonna do shit."

There’s a loud pop and wood chips rain down on the spot where I’m crouched. Multiple shots ricochet on the trees around. Fuck, he must have weapons hidden out here. I pull out my phone and quickly send a text to Ace. At least if something happens to me then they will be prepared.

The feeling of the blade slicing through my stomach, feeling the pain, but unable to do anything to stop him. His long tongue lapping up the blood as he laughs manically over me. Being helpless, unable to keep him from hurting me.

I patrol deeper, slinking between the trees and heavily cloaked areas until I see a flash of blue. He thinks he’s hiding but he’s not. He’s like a white rabbit hiding amongst the dark trees. I nock my arrow and squint my eye, aiming for the kill. Centering myself, I take a deep breath and let it go.

“AHHH, you fucking bitch.” He groans in agony, crying like a wounded animal.

I pump my fist at my side, rejoicing in my victory. "Come on out, you cocksucker and I’ll give you a quick death by shooting your brains out?"

"Fuck you!" he seethes, scampering away.

I head in the direction his voice comes from and laugh as I watch him weaving and bobbing, dodging my aim amongst the trees. It’s so cute to watch him run like he has a chance. The further we journey the canopy above grows denser, snuffing out what little light the moon provides. The sounds of the forest surround me. I sit still hiding beside a big log, waiting and listening for any footprints or sounds that he may be near.

After a few moments of silence, he must get antsy and starts running from tree to tree. He really has burned up his brain cells over the years if he thinks he can outrun me. He was better off hiding, but he probably also knows that I won’t give up until he’s dead. His feet crunch over fallen leaves on the forest floor, but I’ll let him fall into a false sense of security before I catch him.

He’s hobbling from tree to tree, but this time he retraces our path. I wait until the perfect moment when he passes me. I nock my bow and aim.

A scream that should never come from a grown man’s lips, pierces the air and my lips pull in a devious smile. I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I am but the hollow thumb of the earth as he falls to his side is like a symphony I want to play over and over again. It’s something I could fall asleep peacefully to.

I meander and skip with my bow over my shoulder to him. The moonlight captures the shine of tears that rim his lower lids.

“Ahhh.” I breathe out in utter bliss as I place my boot on the hand that’s still clutching the gun with his last thread of hope. Then I shoot an arrow into his palm which keeps it in place.

"Looks like this cunts got you now,” I mock. “So, I did my research before I decided to play our game.” I crouch down, looking him in the eye and use my bow to prop myself up nonchalantly. “Turns out a person can survive being hit with an arrow ten or more times, without bleeding to death. Especially if you don’t hit any main arteries.” My gaze scans his body for dramatic effect and he pisses his pants. I chuckle. “Let's see how long it takesyou."

“No, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll tell you everything, just please, don’t kill me!” Dusty, begs for his life. Terror fills his eyes as the realization hits him that he isn’t going to make it out of these woods alive.

The tears that stream down his cheeks and trepidation that trembles through his entire body makes me happy. I love the fear in his eyes as I load my bow. The cord is drawn tight before the arrow snaps the short distance to his arms, legs, ears, and balls. He cries as I shoot him over and over again. The color in his face pales in the moonlight as life drains out of him slowly with each shot. "Looks likeseventeen.” That last word spews like acid from my mouth before I shoot my last arrow into Dusty's black heart.

Chapter38

Ace

When I reach Storm, she’s kneeling on the ground just a few feet away from Dusty's body. She really did a number on him. His body looks kind of like a pin-head porcupine covered in arrows.My stormbrought the thunder and lightning strikes down on him in her mission of retribution.

It’s raining now and water droplets drip down from her loose strands that hang down in front of her face. She’s a wet mess sitting on the floor of the forest. I grab her by the waist and lift her up, clutching her to me with her head on my chest. I know that this vengeance kill is different from the last, because she lets me hold her and she sinks into my touch. This one has taken a toll on her, mentally. I find Chyna coming towards us and tell her to notify the team, so that they can find Dusty and begin the clean-up. Instead of arguing that I wasn't her President, she nods her head, and I can only guess it’s because she sees Storm curled up in my arms. Storm's girls' love and respect her. That says a lot about the sisterhood that Storm has with them.

I carry Storm back to where our bikes are and hold onto her. She eventually loosens her grip and stares up at me.

"Three more to go," I say, wanting to kiss away her pain. I won't though, not unless she makes the first move.

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