Vicious Minds: Part 2 (Children of Vice 5)

I ducked under the bed again, firing back once before tossing my gun away. I lunged at her, throwing her body into the vanity mirror. The glass shattered behind her. She kicked at me, and the force of her foot sent me backwards. She lifted the gun. Spinning on the ball of my foot, I kicked it from her hand, sending it flying.

“Let’s handle this like women,” I replied, lifting my fist. “I’ve always wondered how I’d actually match up against you one on one.”

“No need to fucking wonder; you are nowhere close to me, you ungrateful, greedy little bitch,” she sneered.

“We’ll just have—”

Before I finished my sentence, she spun on the ball off her foot just like I had done, bringing up her other leg to kick my head. She was so fast I barely dodged her before her fist connected with my chest. I spun out, punching her face only for her to hit right back. I threw my other arm, but she grabbed me with more force than I expected, shoving me back into the mirror. Shards of glass cut into my arm.

“You really were the best back then, weren’t you?” I snickered. Reaching up, I brushed the blood from the cut on my lip.

She didn’t answer. I could see in her eyes that she was not even close to satisfied. She pulled back her arm and unleashed her right fist, then suddenly changed up and moved to strike me with her left. A Melody special, which was why her eyes widened when I dodged it with ease, copying the same move and landing it so hard across her jaw that she stepped back. But she shook it off, fist for fist. Hit by hit.

She got a few in.

But not nearly as many as I did.

Grabbing her arm again like she had mine, I twisted it, flipped her, and threw her onto the ground.

“Ah!”

I didn’t stop until I heard her shoulder pop! Not that she cared. With her other hand, she grabbed the knife and stabbed my thigh.

“Fuck!” I hissed, letting her go.

Backing up, I yanked out the knife.

“Game over.”

“Do you even know what game you are playing?” I asked, glancing up to see my gun pointing at me, her black hair all over her face.

Her shoulder hung still at her side, cut and bruised all over. But still, she stood proud and cocky as hell. It was funny. I wondered how I looked to her…like everyone else she had ever brought down.

“You aren’t going to ask me why?” I said, lifting my hand.

“Don’t give a shit. You no longer fucking matter!” she nearly spat, and with a cruel smile, she said, “Or should I say, goodbye, daughter.” She fired.

When no bullet came, she finally realized.

“I only had one bullet in the gun.” I smiled, bending down to pi

ck up hers. “How many do you have, I wonder?”

Her eyes narrowed.

Bang!

“She usually has a full chamber.”

I grabbed my shoulder, dropping the gun, and the sheer force of the bullet nearly sent me to the ground. Instead, I stumbled back, bracing myself against the bedside table. The wound burned as it bled into my hand. Turning around, I glanced at the man who gave my Ethan his eyes. He stood tall with black hair graying on the sides, yet still entirely black on top. His face was almost exactly how I pictured Ethan’s to age. He held his gun up to me.

“I believe you owe my wife an apology for being so fucking disappointing,” he sneered, his eyes dropping down to Coraline’s body. “In fact, you owe us all more than a fucking apology! You owe us a life! So I will be taking it—”

Ring!

“You both know what that sound is, don’t you?” I asked with a smile, lifting my hand off the alarm.

Liam stepped forward again.