It was becoming a routine.
Ally blindly followed King's orders, ignoring everything telling her not to do it. Screw her conscious. She knew that what they did was considered evil, that her killing people that betrayed or robbed them was wrong.
Ally knew.
But she didn't care.
Right now, she was chasing Grant Harper, a man that had sold important information about them to the department. He was running down the street, before making a sharp turn into the woods.
Ally didn't falter for a second. She grew up in Beacon Hills and knew every single inch of the town. Even the woods.
Running into the woods was the easy part. Figuring out where to go was the hardest. A loud snap came from behind her and Ally whipped out her knife that she took with her everywhere—including school, and held it up to their neck.
To his credit, Grant didn't even flinch.
"You're good. But I'm better." He bent her wrist and snagged the knife and now he was the predator and she was his prey.
"Why'd you do it?" she asked, ignoring the thin line of blood that appeared on her neck when she did so.
"King's crazy, Ally Cat. If you were smart, you'd run while you still got the chance. He's using you."
"You think I don't know that?" Ally snarled. "I know he's using me. But he and Jenna are all I got."
Grant laughed. "You don't know? Oh, that's priceless!"
Suddenly afraid, Ally whispered, "what?"
"Jenna's the one that gave me the information, sweetie."
Everything she'd ever known exploded. Jenna? As in, the girl who took care of Ally whenever she got hurt, who was King's most trusted person?
This couldn't be true.
But it made sense.
King had been giving Ally more work than usual, claiming that one day she might be the only member left. Confused, she had just rolled with it. Jenna had been more jumpy than usual, lately. God, was it true? Could Jenna betray them, her? How could she be so selfish?
"Where's King right now? With Jenna? It would seem as if you need to go warn him." Grant smirked, and walked away, whistling a tune that made the birds sing with him, as if he was one of them.
Ally ran back to the road and hopped into her truck. Driving past the speed limit, she sped to King's house. Arriving at the house, she slammed her door shut and barged into the house.
Jenna had a sword to King's throat.
"Grant wasn't supposed to tell you. Guess I'll have to deal with him later." Jenna flipped the blade and harshly pressed it against his cheekbone.
King had taught her how to get out of these situations. So why wasn't he escaping?
"You're probably wondering why he isn't escaping like the coward he is. Well, might as well show you." She ripped open his vest and showed a complex bomb strapped to his chest.
"I press this," Jenna pulled a small object from her pocket. "And he goes boom."
"I'm getting tired of villain dialogue."
Ally grabbed a sword from the wall. Both girls danced in a dangerous circle, blocking various blows from the other opponent. Jenna swung her sword at Ally's head, making the girl duck, and sensing an opportunity, she kicked Jenna's feet. The traitor groaned and that was all Ally needed for her to bring the hilt of the sword and swing it at Jenna's head. Instead of falling like she had expected, Jenna only shook it off and stood up shakily.
Suddenly, Ally was knocked to the ground. A foot flew to her face and blood immediately poured out of her nose like a river being freed from a dam. Blinking, Ally could do nothing but take kicks and punches.
Finally, Jenna got tired. Her shoulders slumped and she paused to take a few deep breaths. Ally shakily got up and grabbed her fallen sword. The traitor barely had time to react before a sword pierced her stomach. Her one last act of defiance was spitting blood on Ally's face.
Ally untied King's restraints and clumsily got rid of the bomb.
"I'm surprised the Sheriff didn't send any cops over," Ally said, wiping blood from her face.
"Apparently," King put the swords back on the wall. "The Sheriff's station was attacked by a bomb as well."
"Huh. Do you know if it was Jenna?"
"No. She was counting on them to arrest us."
"That's two we've lost in a month. What are we going to do, King? You're the only family I got."
King sighed, before hugging the girl tightly. Ally was surprised. King rarely showed emotion. But then again, he had lost everyone in his crew other than one teenager with drinking issues.
"Come here, I gotta take care of your face."
The two were quiet while King slowly wiped away the blood from her face and carefully treated the raw purple bruises. She didn't have to look in the mirror to know that she looked like a mess.
"There, you're done. Why don't you go out while I got take care of…the mess?"
"Yeah. See you in a bit."
"Whoa sugar, you sure you don't need to slow down?" the man asked, teeth blue in the spotlight.
Ally tried to say, "go away, I'm fine. I'm always fine" but her lips wouldn't move. She was stuck smiling and laughing, like she was happy. The girl didn't know how many drinks she had consumed, too busy feeling the electronic hum spreading throughout her body. God, this felt exhilarating. Ally felt free.
But when the man's hand grasped her butt, the feeling grew bitter. The once welcoming air now suffocated her. She felt sick.
Ally pushed her way through the club, ignoring everyone's protests. Whenever she finally reached outside, Ally felt a hundred times better. She didn't know that she was slowly walking forwards and that two lights were rapidly approaching her.
An explosion of pain and voices.
And then blackness.
