Someone ... New?

"Here." Haiti managed to throw the HDD at the woman who caught it before it fell to the ground.

There were cuts all along her arm and even at her side though she is hardly doubling over in pain.

"That was a weak throw." She teased, looking over the device.

"Well, it came from a weak person." Haiti started coughing, blood tricking down her nose, sharp, needle-like pains shooting in her head.

"You look awful. We need to get you help." The woman was about to walk to her when she narrowly dodged a rain of daggers being thrown at her.

Annoyed, the black-haired woman turned to the boy who had a cocky smile on his face.

"Who is this kid?" She asked, getting ready to attack.

"Get me out of here!" Haiti shouted as the blood continued to flow from her nose into her mouth.

Gritting her teeth, Zadie grabbed Haiti around the waist and took off in the direction of the door, getting past the boy with ease.

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"You should be safe here," Zadie said, putting Haiti down in a small room. The bleeding had finally stopped but she was not looking any better. "What happened?"

The room smelled musty, like no one had been there in years. There were also broken chairs and tables at the corner of the room with many more steel cupboards, broken too.

She placed the HDD next to Haiti as she looked around the room for any kind of first aid kit while Haiti pulled out the dagger from her thigh, rubbing the sore spot. Nothing is here.

"I don't know," Haiti said, voice slow and tired. "The attack happened out of nowhere and I am still trying to make sense of it."

"I mean you. He poisoned you, didn't he?" She asked, frowning even deeper. "Let me get at the boy."

"Wait, Zadie." Haiti stopped the woman, holding her hand out to her. "How many are there?"

Zadie walked over to the window and began counting the number of people watching the building from other buildings that surrounded it.

One … fifty … sevent-

"Not many that I will not be able to take care of." Zadie shrugged, pulling a sniper gun strapped to her back in front of her to prepare to shoot. "Don't worry about it, Haiti. I will take this-"

"No." She said firmly.

"No?" The woman asked, slightly insulted. "What do you mean no?"

"Get me the antidote and then get out of here." She said, taking in one heavy breath while resting against the wall for support. "That HDD has to get to Issac no matter the cause."

"If you don't want me fighting the kid, I can just take you out of here-"

"No, I don't know when I will be able to talk to that boy again." She said, struggling to breathe. "The air around him ... you must have felt it too. We can't just leave it be."

Zadie clenched her fists. "I will be able to help."

"I know you can," Haiti said softly, smiling at her and reaching grabbing her shoulder, squeezing it as the woman winced in pain. "But right now, it is crucial that you get that to Issac. We cannot allow for any setbacks."

"I will give this to him and I will come back," Zadie said, determination written all over her eyes. "Just wait until then."

"Don't I always?" She mused, pushing her away with the HDD in hand. "Go on."

Zadie was about to go out the window when she turned to Haiti and placed something in her hands.

"Here. You might need this."

Haiti looked at her hand to see the antidote there. "Wh- when did you-?"

"When we passed him." She shrugged. "Drink it fast then I will go."

She did not need to be told twice as Haiti gulped the liquid down, feeling her body start to settle almost instantly.

"So it is a real antidote." She chuckled, looking at the empty vile in her hands.

"Of course it is real, I made sure of it myself," Zadie said a little proudly. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Haiti said, getting to her feet as she began to punch the air. "Much better."

"Ok. Now I don't have to worry about you anymore." Zadie said, pocketing the HDD in her hoodie as she made her way to the window. She gave one last nod to Haiti before jumping out.

Haiti immediately had to run for cover behind some overturned steel cupboards as bullets flew into the room, almost like heavy rain. Then around ten people in uniforms rushed into the room, searching the place.

Haiti peeked out from behind the cupboard, making eye contact with one of them. Grabbing a piece of broken wood, she rushed forward, piercing it to his neck and then pulling it out as the blood gushed out of his throat.

"You!" Shots fired at Haiti, hitting her in her shoulder and the leg but she was so pumped with adrenaline that she could not feel a thing, rushing at a woman and stabbing her as well.

She took her gun and began to fire shots at them while taking cover behind another worn out table, using the woman's body as a shield.

Once behind the table, she could hear the beating of her heart ringing louder in her ears as her face, legs and lungs burned.

She shot at them but they have been able to take cover somewhere else and, soon, she was out of ammo.

Cursing, Haiti looked at the woman to see if she had any other weapons or ammo. All she found was some grenades and a small knife.

She stared at the ten grenades then at her clothes, a smile coming on her face as she began tearing the hem of her shirt.

They must know that she is out of ammo as they began to walk to her, carefully. Haiti could hear from their movements as she tightened the knot on the ball of grenades.

Taking a deep breath and clutching the ball in one hand, the dagger in the other, she stared at the pinless grenades and stood up quickly, throwing the ball at them while running to the door in a zigzag pattern.

Her vision grew weary. The antidote seems to be having some side effects.

She barely dodged getting blown to bits as she jumped out of the door just when the grenade exploded in the room.

Around the smoke and the dust, she turned to her side, looking at the figure approaching her, "It seems you have friends in high places."

"They are not mine and I could hardly care." The boy said, staring at Haiti whose ears were still ringing from the explosion. Her coordination is also a little questionable at the moment.

He shot two bullets into the woman's stomach, making her start to writhe in pain as the adrenaline began to wear off.

"Why would you do that?" The boy asked, disgust written all over his face as he began kicking the woman with his metal soled combat boots. "Why can't everyone just do as they are told?"

"Where is the fun in that?" Haiti asked, face battered as she reached out and slashed the boy on the leg. He hardly flinched though.

"I hate people like you, you know that? Doing whatever they want even if it inconveniences someone else." He said, kicking her again, harder this time. "What's wrong? Adrenaline wearing out?"

"I think so." She mused, spitting out a bloodied tooth. "You would do wonders at the military academy I came from."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." The boy said, frowning as he grabbed her hair and pulled it back, annoyance written all over his face.

"Raymond!" Men in uniforms came behind him, all holding guns. "Hurry up. We need to clean up everything here."

"Ok~." The boy said, turning to Haiti's bloodied face.

"Raymond?" She asked, surprised. "Wait, I know-"

She could not finish her sentence as the boy pierced his hands through her heart, ripping it out as it still continued to beat, faintly.

Haiti slumped to the ground, blood pooling around her as she started gasping for air, trying to sit back up but her body would not allow her to move, vision growing blurry.

"I ... warn ... Issac." She gasped out, laying on the ground, mouth opening to only a gasp before falling silent.

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"What was that?" The boy asked, biting into the heart as blood splayed all over him. "I couldn't hear you."

He walked over to her body and held her up by her hair. The woman's eyes were blank as blood dripped from her mouth to the ground.

"Huh." He said, looking at her vacant eyes. "Not disturbed enough."

"Should we burn this building down?" One of the men asked, walking to him and handing him a handkerchief.

He spat out the piece of her heart that he bit to the side and threw the heart on the ground in front of the woman's body as he wiped his hands.

"No need. Let them find her like this." He said nonchalantly walking away, giving one last look at Haiti. "Besides, what is the dead going to do, talk?"