A strip of light rests under the closed door. Laura takes a deep breath, her hand resting gently on the brass doorknob, gun poised and ready. Throwing it open, she jumps through scanning the perimeter of the room in mere seconds, looking for a murderer. Her eyes rest on Kahn, frozen to his desk, his pen hovering over a piece of parchment. He is staring at her with dark horrific eyes, a look of uncertainty sweeping across his face.
"Where's Erika and the other Death Dealers?" Laura asks her guttural voice dipping into a low assertive tone. Kahn is up in a flash with a gun in his pointing at Laura's skull.
"Sit down," Laura orders, but this time her voice isn't as convincing.
Kahn smiles, "Drop the gun Laura. You know you can't win against me."
"Oh and why's that?" She counters then shoots at the bookshelf only a foot away from his skull. The books topple over barely missing him.
"Because," A grin tugs at the corners of his brown lips, undettered, "You lost before."
Laura lowers her arm a bit, her gun now focusing on his abdomen. "What are you talking about?"
Kahn throws his gun to the rug, throwing his hands up in the air. "You left because of me, because of what we did. And now you're seeking revenge. So go ahead, shoot me. But if you do, you'll go on living, knowing that what happened was as much of your doing as it was mine."
Laura growls, "You took advantage of me Kahn. I didn't want you. I just wanted to know how it felt. Plus," She stops grinning for the bomb, "I was just your little band aid after your precious elder rejected your infatuation."
"You think you're so much stronger than me. Throw down your gun. Let's fight hand to hand. Don't look so surprised. Come on you little bitch." Laura tosses the gun to the floor coming at him with fists and nails and the hot white buzzing hatred. Kahn grabs her wrists pinning him her against the wall. His mouth only inches from her nose. "This is what you want huh? To experience. You're nothing but a slut. How dare you compare my love for Amelia to what we did. You wanted me like you do right now." His mouth closes on her lips as she tries to scream. His tongue pries open her lips, exploring her inside. He chokes her drowning out her thoughts.
Wait. Laura glances down. His gun is lying near her foot. She bends her knees a bit, trying to scrape the metal object closer.
"No, no." He whispers capturing her lips. She grabs the zipper on his pants tugging it downward as she lowers herself to the floor. He laughs softly in her ear. "Steady, girl." Her fingertips crawl, as she reaches, her shoulders straining from the stretch and the weight of him towards the fallen gun. "What're you…" He asks turning ever so slightly. Laura stuffs her hand into his pants gently butting his face away from her near grasp of the gun.
"Just relax," She purrs. Kahn shoves her skirt up, snatching at her panties. The lacy material rips in one swift movement. Kahn positions himself ready to enter. Laura flings herself forward, and he ravages her as she makes a grab for the gun. Kahn closes his eyes concentrating on her flesh then pins her back against the wall. He kicks backwards flinging the gun out of reach. He pulls away, holding her shoulders in his two meaty fists. "You think I don't know what you're up to."