Facing Death, not my first time (3/3)

If prey meets predator, there is this sense of understanding between both, that the bunny should run and the wolf will hunt.

There is nothing that I do that could change that fate. This unstoppable force wanted me dead, so I was gonna die, no plans could change that fate, and no skill can break free from it.

I am destined to die because there was a predator like no other right in front of me.

Except, death never stopped me before, not when I was horrendously outmatched, not when I was locked in a prison no one escaped before.

And not when some naked woman, a threat like no other, wished to butcher me.

No, in fact, this was a good thing, a great thing! With the Siberian occupied with me now, it meant that she wasn't fighting the heroes, it meant that the heroes would search for her and perhaps manage to find Doctor Manton.

It would be game over if they did. The doctor glared at me, clutching his massacred arm, yet the fear in his eyes was clear because he also knew that.

My thoughts were interrupted when the Siberian took a step forward, inching towards me slowly with her arms positioned as if to claw my way.

Why hasn't she sprinted forward yet? Up until now she showed no long-distance attacks, close quarters should be her main priority, so why didn't she close the distance?

The pained groan from Manton was my answer, obviously, she wouldn't leave his side, without the invincible shield that she was, a simple pot shot would be enough to kill a normal human like Manton.

She knew this as well, she was banking on me not figuring out her plan before she was close enough to safely take me down without allowing any danger to befall Manton.

Except, when Manton groaned in pain and clenched his eyes, the Siberian seemed to flicker.

It was strange, as if you were looking at a picture that suddenly turned transparent, I could still see the Siberian, I knew that she was there, but for one second it was like she wasn't in this reality anymore.

Manton is the key, I knew that, but apparently is much more connected than what I expected, a slight distraction was enough to make Bella lose her invulnerability.

Yes, a plan was already forming.

It was madness.

Perhaps the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life. But right now if I wanted to live, if I wanted to save those heroes, then Madness might be something I should embrace and worship.

How else could I match these impossible beings, that held fantastical weapons?

There was no warning, without a single flex of my body I sprung to the side, lifting my pistol and aiming at the doctor.

"P-protect me Bella!" Said Manton, the words came strained, and spit flowed out of his mouth.

The Siberian was there in a second, already covering him with her own body. 

I couldn't stay in a single place, staying still meant allowing the beast to draw closer, and that would be instant defeat for me.

I continued to move, using the objects around the storehouse to mask my actions, slipping past a beam of wood, sliding below a shelve.

All while continuing to shoot, every moment I could a bullet left the chamber of my gun, everything to keep the Siberian unable to move away from the doctor.

She blocked everything, moving at speeds necessary to catch and cut away at the speeding silvers flashing across the air. It was a work of art, the way her body moved with unnatural grace born out instinctual movements.

No matter what angle, where it came from, or even if she wasn't looking at the bullets, they were all stopped by the unbreakable object that was the Siberian.

"...hehe," The doctor, who had been up to now groaning in pain, seemed to laugh at the scenario I found myself in, "You'll die, you piece of shit. No matter what you do, Bella can't be hurt, and when that gun runs out of bullets, nothing will keep her from cutting you apart!" His eyes were bloodshot, I noticed, ignoring his words as I leaped behind a box and rolled to the side to confuse the Siberian where I would pop up next.

Continuously, she keep on glaring at me, as if wishing I would drop dead.

Keep dreaming.

Finally, my gun clicked empty, all bullets had been used up.

And the Siberian grinned, her feet skidding along the floor as she launched herself at me, moving with such speed that it was only thanks to my already moving body I was capable of reacting.

I jump back, using my running motion to widen the closing gap between the Siberian and I, but still, she moves so quickly that in the blink of an eye she is already before me, her eyes glinting with animalistic intent that seemed to relish in the thought of ripping me to pieces.

And yet, even though that brute mind dictated most of her actions, there was intelligence that shined through. She had positioned her jump so that there was no way in which I could shoot toward the Doctor if I had a backup weapon, her invincible body acting like a shield.

But once again, I wanted her right there, far away from the doctor while in the air, so that she wouldn't have been able to react to my crazy plan.

The SMG came free from its strap on my lower back, clutched in my left hand. A motion practiced through years in the fields of war.

The Siberian saw it happening, she even smiled in amusement, and I could see it all in slow motion. A small part of my mind relished at how quickly that expression fell off when the gun aimed at the metal containers and beams spaced around the complex.

I hadn't been running around just to keep the Siberian guessing as well, I had memorized and made notes of all the objects on the storehouse, their positioning, and their materials.

Bullets flew through the air, many going through the metal plating, yet by aiming at it with a slight angle, I managed to make it ricochet.

Once again I wasn't in my body anymore, I was the small silver bullet flying through the air.

Bouncing against the metal of a container, hitting a concrete wall at such an angle that I rebounded off the ceiling.

And then I hit another bullet, sending it flying down.

Directly into Doctor Manton's head.

I could see it, how it went from the top of his head and left through the bottom of his chin, whatever pain he was feeling quickly turning into nothing as the brain finally caught up with itself.

The Siberian was on top of me, a look of panic now plastered on her face, her hands which may as well be unbeatable claws centimeters from my eyes, as her claws closed around my face

I smiled.

And before she could reach me, the striped woman faded from existence.

I fell on my back, my left arm aching from the pain of unloading an entire mag without any support.

I briefly wondering what happened to Bella, or if perhaps without the invulnerability kept on by her father, she simply faded from existence.

A price to pay for such power? Never mind that, my body falls back tot he gourd, my entire body aching from the nonstop exercising I had been doing for the past minutes.

I done it, I killed the Siberian, the one who would be a match for the Heroes.

The warmth from before returned, smaller, but no less comforting.

I saved someone today, I saved a lot of people.

This warm feeling, spreading through my body, truly was exhilarating.