Save The Babe
Another small creak came from the darkness. The first had woken her. She kept her eyes closed, her breath regulating as she listened to the what was suppose to be the emptiness of her penthouse. The deep silence would be interrupted by unusual ticks that were getting closer to her bedroom; a room whose only trace of light was the purple glow from the overhead dimmers. Her hand slid further under the pillow, its movement tracing against her resting cheek through the material.
Tkctk.
Oh shit.
Her leg swung up from under the covers, clashing against the weapon holder's. He fell to his knees as she lifted herself up, grabbing onto the back of his hair for support and slamming his face against her nightstand. The glass broke on impact. The handgun that he aimed at Shaundi's head seconds before was now going off repeatedly, randomly, until it no longer could, its bullets desperately attempting to hit something. They revived the room with light and sound, their holes penetrating the wall. The barrel of the GDHC .50 she kept under her pillow now pointed in his direction. She squeezed the trigger, shooting a single bullet against the back of his head. Blood, chunks of brain and skull splattered against the shattered nightstand and wall. He immediately went limp, falling to the floor; the purple rug absorbed the growing pool of blood forming around his head.
Shaundi lifted her phone from the bed, reaching over and flipping every light switch she could as she stepped past the fresh corpse. The penthouse brightened all through out, everything from TVs to music speakers coming to life. She noticed the two bright red drops on the phone's screen as it turned on. Crouching down, she wiped it clean against the dead man's suit before bringing it back up to her ear. Her shoulder pressed it against the side of her face, giving her a free hand to search through his pockets.
It rang four times before a male voice came through. It was low, dragged out and slurred. She figured it was one of the random guys from the crew that stayed from the night's party.
"...Hello?"
"Hey, it's Shaundi, listen-"
"Whoa! Hey girl, you should have stayed at the party, it got sooo crazy when the strippe-"
"Hey! Pay some fucking attention!" That shut him up. She pulled out a wallet from the back pocket, flipping through it. Cash. Tossed aside. Credit card. Tossed aside. Business card. She stuffed it in her chest, under her spandex sports bra. "Tell the Boss I'm coming over. Some asshole just tried to put a bullet through my head while I was sleepi-"
The bang of the front door getting shot open echoed through the rooms. Rising to her feet, Shaundi turned and directed the gun toward the opened bedroom door where the sound of approaching footsteps came from down the hall.
"I better see some boys in purple coming by here real fucking soon." She hung up.
An Asian female ran into the bedroom, getting slammed by the door as Shaundi kicked it from behind. She stumbled from the hit, the bullets from her pistol decorating the carpet as the Saint held onto her wrist and forced the weapon down. Shaundi's elbow struck back, colliding with the woman's nose and mouth in a loud break. Stunned, the unknown female dropped her gun and held onto her bleeding face. She staggered back. Shaundi turned to her, lifting the GDHC. Behind the target, her green-brown eyes caught the sight of a man down the hall pointing an SMG at her.
"...Damn."
A parade of bullets rang through the air, overriding the music playing through the speakers and the faint talking from the flat screens around the penthouse. Shaundi grunted, gritting her teeth as she ducked behind the female. The woman's body shook violently as the friendly fire punched through her flesh. Shaundi's arm extended forward as the body shield toppled over in defeat, concentrating her gun. She pulled the trigger three times, the gun's slide jerking back with each recoil. Two in the chest, one in the neck. Not bad.
Her hand pushed against the floor, legs flexing under purple short shorts as she stumbled to her feet and down the hall. The keys to her Torch laid on the kitchen counter from the night before. From the living room she could hear scurrying feet and shit being knocked over. The kitchen had a direct view to and from it. Her bare feet stepped on the cold, grey marble floor, reaching for the set of silver keys. Defined shots rang out when she came into sight. Her barrel pointed and shot as she slid down the floor, taking cover behind the counter with keys and weapon in hand. A grunt came from the area, followed by a thud.
One down.
Her eyebrows lifted, eyes widening as the refrigerator doors in front of her got blasted with rifle fire milliseconds after getting out of its path. The usual strand of brown hair that hung down her forehead was thrown across her eyes as they focused again. She pressed her back and head against the counter to think for a moment, her pony tail pushing up against it. From the separate rhythm of bullets she estimated two shooters left. They were relentless, shooting with no breaks between them. When one would reload, the other would shoot. The rubble of the counters landed near her in small, dusty scraps; close to her pedicured feet and over her head and shoulders. She didn't know how long it had been since the call was made but guessed it could have not been more than a minute or two. Either way, if they sent this many people for one person they were certain to send more until the job was done. She knew this by now. Her delicate fingers gripped the .50's handle as she turned around to face the living room, resting on one knee. She strained to get an idea of their location in the room by the sound of their shots. By now their bullets sprayed throughout the kitchen, hitting anything they could.
Shaundi's arm emerged from the side of the counter, her firm grip on the gun steadying the shot. Two of her bullets shot into the man's chest, making him scream and tumble back onto one of the couches. Sparks surrounded her as she twisted back behind her hiding spot, bullets from the remaining rifle taking her place and damaging anything they could.
They stopped suddenly, the man's footsteps coming closer for a better shot. Stepping around the counter sharply, his bullets destroyed the area where she had been hiding, tearing into the marble and nothing more. From the opposite side, Shaundi lifted herself with gun in hand. Her shot blasted through the left side of his collarbone, shattering its bone. She pulled the trigger again.
Kkct. She tried again. Kkctt. The GDHC only held eight a round. He stared at her for a second, taking in the situation.
She looked down at the gun in disbelief. "...Seriously?"
His healthy arm attempted to lift the rifle as fast as his wound would let him. It wasn't fast enough. Shaundi threw empty pistol. It collided near his bleeding gunshot hole as she jumped over the counter. Using her arms to lift her body, her legs sprung out in a powerful kick to his chest. The man huffed and shrieked in pain, slamming back against the opposite edge of the counter and against the sink. She landed in front of him as the rifle came up, both his and her hands on it in a struggle to control aim and trigger. Grunting, her knee came up to clash against his thigh. The surging pain of her kick sent him tumbling down. She ripped the weapon from his grip with her left hand, the right forming a fist that drove into the side of his face. It knocked him down further. He managed to look up only to be met by stern, sultry, green eyes and the bullets of his own rifle.
She looked around the room. It was a complete fucking mess.
A rhythmic buzzing isolated itself in the recent silence. She stepped forward a bit, her head tilted up to stare at the penthouse windows as the roar grew louder. She recognized it now, her jaw dropping slightly as a blinding white light lowered itself. It danced around the inside before focusing on her, forcing her to bring her hand up to shield her squinted eyes from the extreme brightness. The black helicopter hovered, leveling itself with the penthouse floor. Ropes from its sides fell onto her balcony, the machine guns strapped to the chopper pointed forward. Looking down, she now saw the red lasers that were pointed directly at her abdomen and chest, crawling up to her head.
"Oh my fucking God..."
The storm of gunfire ruptured all at once, mutilating the penthouse's interior faster than a wildfire. The glass exploded, bouncing up and shattering one last time as it hit the floor. Shaundi threw herself down, keeping her head low under the falling debris and exploding lights overhead. Holding on to the rifle she stumbled up into a crouch, making her way from behind the damaged counter to one of the thin wall panels and closer to the door. Looking across, she noted the red lasers scattering together on each side of the main, bullet ridden wall. Their closest shot to her as of now.
"Oh, FUCK YOU AND YOUR PRICK SNIPERS!" Her screams drowned in the seemingly never-ending series of bullets.
A whistle rang through out the air. The collision of the RPG rocket against the chopper was marked by a ear piercing bang; a decent difference in sound and mood. The Saints are here. The machine guns slowed as the wings became unsteady. The red dots flickered, sniper lasers blinded by the smoke. She took the opportunity, looking over the panel's edge. The aircraft swerved vehemently in mid air. It had unloaded more of its men onto her level and they were now charging in. The chopper caught fire. She pressed behind cover again, tucking her head and shutting her eyes as she braced herself. The aircraft's explosion sent shocking waves through out the area, lighting up the night sky like a giant flash bang. Its impact was strong enough to knock down most of the assholes running in.
A high pitch ring stabbed through both of her ears. She blinked a few times. Another woman crossed the corner on Shaundi's right side, both coming face to face. Shaundi kicked up the SMG before it could be aimed, the top of her foot striking against its heavy metal. The remaining 8 bullets in Shaundi's clip emptied into the woman's stomach rapidly, some piercing completely through. A man ran forward from her left.
Instinctively, Shaundi jammed the thin barrel of the empty assault rifle into his neck. It stabbed through. He heaved in pain and loss of breath as she yanked it out and doubled over to his death soon after. Another man followed him almost directly. She turned her elbows sharply, ramming the metal butt into the side of his head until his skull cracked under the pressure. They were screaming between each other now; random shit in some language she didn't bother to recognize at the moment.
The woman's body laid still, her weapon still wrapped around her shoulder. Shaundi crouched and began tugging on the now unused SMG as two men ran in front of her from her left. Gritting her teeth, she loosely pointed the constricted gun in the right direction and pulled the trigger. Both mens' chest were ripped apart with the succession of extremely rapid fire. They fell to the ground as her gun began the tct,tct,tct,tct,tct rolling of an empty mag.
A third man walked in front of her. He was young, probably new to the scene. Their eyes met. She could tell by the glimmer in them that killing her would mean reaching the fucking jackpot. He lifted his SMG, his target marker aiming perfectly between her eyes.