Chapter 22 - Saint

Lacey's POV:

I’m hallucinating, reviewing Sarah getting shot, the 16-year-old girl, then Brent getting shot, I’m shot and bleeding, dragging myself to kill the motherfuckers around me and I’m out of my current reality, pulled in the past reality. One past reality which for four years I’ve shoved it in the back of my mind to help my dad go through his ordeals.

“Brent! Brent! FUCK!” I’m shooting with both my guns the incoming army of people.

It’s just me and Brent and the girl. Several of our people are down and the rest are outside. Another bullet burns my heart this time, but I have the adrenaline rush and keep myself on my feet.

“Son of a bitch!” I turn my right gun and shoot the fucker in his head to his death.

“Saint! The girl….” Brent is shot down, barely speaking at my back as I’m covering them and fighting on my own the motherfuckers in an old abandoned warehouse but the main location of a drug cartel of one of the most dangerous and ruthless Mafia in the States.

Brent is choking in blood on the ground as I’m hearing. Saint is my code name. I’m dressed in a black outfit, leather like, with flat black boots, all armed, loose hair, no bulletproof vest, and a jacket at waist level. I’m so fucking deadly, though death is fucking me right now.

I know! She’s been shot! FUCK! DON’T YOU FUCKING DIE, BRENT!

I’m in a physical fight with four motherfuckers, using martial art moves to put them down with my legs, shooting others from the back that are coming in.

“Brent! TALK TO ME! SARAH!” I’m in a bloody fight and receiving a punch from one of the fuckers, but I give him a punch in his fucking throat and send him on the ground.

FUCK! MY HEART IS KILLING ME! I’m charging my guns and shoot a row of fuckers to their grave. Fuck me…. Just fuck me…. They must have killed our guys outside…. I can’t fucking breathe anymore….

“I’m…okay…. Kill the…motherfuckers…Saint…. Sarah? Baby…. Jesus Christ….”

I’m just hearing her speaking with her last strengths, moaning, but I don’t have time to look at them as I’m having a legion of fuckers coming in.

I’m a fucking assassin, putting them down with full contact fight, and the ones having guns, I shoot them down to prevent further shooting on our side. Though I’m fast and pushed in all this madness by the adrenaline of the action, I’m fucking dragging myself to breathe and I’m losing my vision. But I don’t stop. I’m trained to not stop until my body is in complete shutdown.

I’m out of ammo…. And there are still around fifteen fuckers left. I throw my guns on the ground, with an erratic breathing, eyeing them, losing a tad my balance from my wounds. I’m sweating, with blood snaking on me as I feel it. I’m in a fighting position of legs, standing.

They’re grinning at me with wolf stares for their apparent victory over us. They’re surrounding me with the desire to terminate me and then kill Brent and the kid too. The girl is crying in pain, calling my name and her mom…. Brent’s voice or anything is missing….

Lacey? You need to gather yourself and kill them…. It’s only you standing…. You’re their only hope…. There’s no pain…. You feel no pain…. You can fuck them without a problem…. You are the best….

They are approaching me, and the girl is screaming, probably watching all this.

“SAINT! DON’T! LET! THEM! KILL YOU! PLEASE! MOMMY! SAVE ME, SAINT!”

Hearing her at my back, tears are flooding my cheeks, my heart is getting pumped in blood, an explosion hits my brain, and a rush of adrenaline whooshes through my body, balling my hands, making me scream and jump on the fuckers with my last drop of powers.

I’m hitting them, receiving hits in return, but the fuck I’m stopping or going down until last one will cease breathing! I snap one’s throat, punch one’s heart, kick another’s throat, hit another’s face with my own as he’s grabbed me in his arms to break my spine, making me dizzy but I don’t fucking feel pain anymore!

“SAINT! BEHIND YOU!”

I turn with a high kick in the fucker’s face sending him on the ground. I’m shaking my head as I’m badly hit myself and my vision is blurry. The fucker, who’s the last one, is jumping back on his feet. He’s one big motherfucker….

“You’re going down, bitch.” He says to me, licking his bleeding lip, grinning at me with a poisoned stare. He’s on drugs.

I’m not…. But you will….

We’re moving around each other. I’m breathing on the verge of death, pushing myself to kill him too. I’m shaking my head as I’m on shutdown…. But my body is on automatic.

I’m getting off my jacket without escaping my eyes from the target and throw it aside. I’m in a black top on my neck, sleeveless. He’s wandering his eyes on me with lust.

“Damn! Too bad, baby…. You’re so fuckable…. But what you did here…. I can’t let you live to fuck you. Boss would kill me.”

Don’t worry, fucker…. I’ll fuck you so good…. That you’ll story tell on the other side….

And we begin fighting with him laughing and sending me on the floor. I jump on my feet and release a shower of punches on him in all vital parts with all my might, then pounce on him, with my thighs wrapped around his torso like a fucking iron clad and in a second I snap his fucking neck. We go down and I pass out on him.

“SAINT! NOOOO! PLEASE! WAKE UP! PLEASE! BRENT!” Sarah’s pained voice wakes me up….

Fuck…. Oh…. I can’t stand up…. Shit…. I must…. Come on, Lacey…. We need to…. Save the kid…. She’s in danger…. She might die…. Brent…. Dad…. Oh…. Okay…. Okay…. Breathe…. Breathe and stand up…. That’s it…. You’re a tough one…. Not first time…. Come on….

I manage to stand up, tripping, feeling like a fucking zombie. I succeeded to fuck their business here and wipe the entire lot of men they had. I’m breathing in cut breaths, my mouth is dry, but I’ve got the iron taste of blood on my tongue….

I’m walking towards her preserving my balance.

She’s shot in the abdomen and she’s having such baby green eyes at me in tears…. Brent is passed out in a pound of blood, face down. She’s still breathing.

Brent…. Jesus…. Don’t cry…. You need to be strong for the baby girl…. Come on! KEEP STRONG!

“It’s alright, baby…. Okay….” I’m going to her first and place her right hand on her wound to put pressure on it and stop the bleeding.

I’m kneeling next to her, swallowing my own blood, taking out my phone with a shaky hand and calling in for help.

“Thank you…for not dying, Saint….” She’s in the bleeding shock, shivering, crying….

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Keep strong until we reach your mom. Alright, sweetie? I promise everything…will be okay. You’re a strong one. Keep it like this.” I’m smiling at her and she’s smiling in return.

“My…Saint…. You…didn’t…leave me…. Tell mom…that I love her and dad…. I’m sorry for…running away from home…. I was…stupid…. I didn’t know….”

Oh baby….

I’m squeezing her hand, forcing myself to not pass out.

“Shh…. It’s okay, baby. Breathe…. And don’t pass out…. Martin?” I’m speaking back at HQ. “Send enforcements and ambulances. Helicopters, planes. It’s bad. Mission complete. Victims. Kidnapped girl shot in the abdomen. Brent is down but breathing. Others are dead. I’m shot. Fast. We have no one here. Perimeter is secured. None is breathing.”

Send fast…. I’m almost out…. And this baby will be alone…. Please….

“Saint! They’re on their way! Hang in there! We’ve got hit on both sides! There was a mole! Don’t you pass out! Do you hear me?!” Clinton takes the phone and I’m balancing with the phone at my ear with Sarah squeezing my hand. I’m in such pains that I don’t feel pain anymore….

“Lace! Love! TALK TO ME!”

Fucking moron….

“Stop…yelling….”

“How bad?”

“Bad….”

“Where?”

“Shoulder, heart….and more….” I’m almost passing out as Sarah is….

“Lace! Don’t you fuck with me like this!”

I wish I was….

“Clinton?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“If I get out alive…. I’m going to beat the shit out of you….” I’m serious with a grin on my face.

“Ha-ha! I can’t wait, baby. I love you, Lacey. Please, just wait for the rescue team. They’re a minute away. Alright? Lacey? Babe?”

I’ve passed out next to Sarah. I couldn’t keep myself steady any longer….

“Lacey!”

Just save the kid…. And Brent….