Author's Note: Thanks to Riptide2 who reviewed the last chapter! "Remember The Name" is by Fort Minor. I own nothing but Crystal
~Gone~
Crystal flipped in midair and landed sharply on the ground, sending a shockwave through her ankles. She instantly dropped to her stomach as bullets rained all around her. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and her breath came in ragged gasps and she clutched the knife and waited for the hail of bullets to pause while the shooters reloaded. In the sixty second space of silence she lunged to her feet and ran, diving behind a tree just as the deadly rain started up again. Her fingers tightened further on the knife as the hail stopped a few minutes later. Then she began to search out the snipers.
She hit the first with the hilt of her knife hard enough to send him plummeting to the ground and snatched his gun from trembling fingers, kicking him in the head hard enough to knock him out. It was some form of semiautomatic shotgun that she didn't recognize which meant that it probably wasn't available to the public in any form. Her guess was that it was some form of Beretta knock off. She aimed in the direction of the firing and pulled the trigger. That was when all hell broke loose.
The gun fire paused and she dove aside, dropping the gun as more bullets clattered all around her. Huddled behind a rock buried part way into the ground she realized she was going to have to ditch the sniper rifle. It was slowing her down too much to escape and she was lucky she hadn't been shot yet. She muttered a Russian curse not said in polite society and dumped the case, taking off deeper into the woods without looking back.
She was forced to dive flat on the ground as bullets suddenly came at her from both the front and behind. That was when a federal agent attempted to tackle her. She rolled over and kicked him hard in the stomach with her feet, sending him flying back with a gasp. She scrambled to her feet, snatching his gun, a semiautomatic pistol that this time she recognized (some form of the Beretta 92), adrenalin hitting her system hard and fast. Her hands were shaking and before she realized what she was doing she had taken the safety off and was aiming it at the dazed agent. "Don't move," she gasped out. Her hands were shaking and the urge to shot the man and then run was almost overwhelming.
"Please don't move," she pleaded as he stood slowly, swaying on his feet. A crackle of dry leaves behind her caught her attention and she turned her head slightly, scanning quickly for any human like shadows. When she turned back the federal agent was stumbling toward her, arm outstretched.
She reacted instinctively, pulling the trigger several times in quick succession. The bullets slammed into his chest in quick succession, sending him falling to the ground with a dying gasp. Even as his eyes flickered closed blood stained his once white shirt pure ruby. Crystal stared blankly at the limb body, her hands trembling like she was in an earthquake. Slowly she released the gun with one hand and lifted it with the other, about to turn. A hand snaked around her wrist, squeezing hard, and she dropped it with a gasp. Someone else grabbed her other arm and her fight or flight response kicked into full throttle. She fought like a wild animal until someone covered her mouth and nose and she blacked out from lack of air.