Her head slammed down onto the floor. The hard, cold concrete met her face with such an impact, it broke her nose. The feeling of wet blood, and grit stuck to her cheeks as she sprang back up onto her feet, hurtling another punch to be only, yet again thrown into a near by shop window. Glass rained down onto her body, and the security alarm screamed angrily echoing into the still night.
Unbelievable pain burned like wild fire through every cell of her injured body. She couldn't think strait, she felt sick, the injuries she had, but she couldn't give up now. Mouth full of blood, bones broken, and stabbing pains so unbearable that she thought she might pass out, she heaved her heavy body up, steadying herself agents a shop window manikin, to finish this long dispute once and for all.
There was a heavy sigh from a tall, proud figure standing in the middle of the deserted road, hands on hips with a disappointed expression. "Aren't you dead yet?" He sighed as though the hole ordeal was boring him. "I'd of thought throwing you off that three story building would of finished you off, but no; still you persist Lenka."
A weak, lopsided smile appeared on her cut lips, as she stumbled out of the large display window onto the glass lilted street. "Too much to handle Eh? Not used to having someone who doesn't fall for your scams and tricks John?" She laughed spitting out some blood and wincing at the pain caused by her laughter. A sudden murderous glint sparked behind Johns cold grey eyes, and he suddenly produced two guns from inside his pocket; aimed them at Lenka, and pulled the triggers with not a trace of emoting. Lenka dived out of the way behind a car, as bullets pelted the wall opposite her.
"No." Spock John once the gun fire had ceased. "I simply expect when I kill some one, for them to stay dead." He stated to walk towards the car.
"Well sorry for the disappoint you Johnny boy." Lenka crawled across the glass around to the back of the car dragging her blood covered leg. Her head bent down watching Johns boots striding towards her at a pace that wasn't good news.
Her heart hammed under her broken and cracked ribs. She had known all along she could never beat John. It was a plan fact that John was too heartless, with no concise or guilt for his actions he inflicted on people. He had no mercies, just didn't no when to stop, even when the person had serenaded or were begging for there lives, they were already marked for dead the minute the fight had started. If his mind was set on it there was no going back. He enjoyed the rush, the buzz it gave him from pulling a trigger or hearing the crack of someone's bones under his fists. His many jobs, the darkest and most brutal jobs, all of which had furled his twisted mind. Lenka would of thought Murder rehab would of done at least something for him.
In Johns eyes she was a threat, a big one at that, too close to the target and John wasn't going to let her strike a bull's-eye by any means necessary.
She froze suddenly realising that the footsteps had ceased. There was no boots from the other side of the car and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end as the end of a gun was pressed against the nap of her neck…