Author's note:
Hey guys! I'm a little late, sorry. Well this is the climax of the story so there's quite a bit of violence, please bear with me! Anyways…enjoy!
Kristy POV.
"Kristy, what are you doing?" I look at Jerry in bewilderment.
"What do you mean what am I doing? I'm getting ready to beat Kevin's ass!" He looks at me in worry as I pull out my gun and load it. I slip it into the holster slung casually on my hip. I take a bunch of fold-in knives and place them in the hidden pockets of my belt. I bend down and look through my bag for my fingerless gloves; they protect my knuckles when I punch a murderer's face in.
"Kristy you're not going to fight alone." I whip around and glare at Jerry. The rest of the gang look at me with their arms crossed. I clench my hand into a fist to control my anger…okay I might not be in the best mood today but when will they finally understand that this is my fight?! I'm the one that has trained my whole life for this moment. Yeah they know karate but they haven't been throwing knives at targets since the age of five have they?
"I'm going to stop him once and for all. I am sick and tired of having my loved ones killed in front of my very eyes. He wants you to come up and fight with me because he wants to kill you! I'm not letting that happen, not again." With one last glance at the gang I walk into my old apartment building determined not to fail. My hand shakes as I press the elevator button. My hands start to feel clammy as I walk into the lift and press in the eleventh floor. I wipe off the sweat on my hands onto my shorts and stretch out quickly. The elevator dings, indicating that I've reached. I take a deep breath and step out of the lift. I walk slowly to down the hallway knowing perfectly that these might be my last minutes. I keep my right hand locked onto my gun. Fear starts to build despite all the training. I stop in front of my old home and reach out with my left arm for the door but before I can place my hand on the doorknob I hear someone laughing behind me. I whip around and point my gun to his face. That cold, piercing glare and evil smirk sends shivers down my spine. The last time I saw him I was twelve, he looks older now, wrinkles have formed with age around his eyes. I don't know his exact age but he's probably around his late thirties. His blond hair sticks up in various places, his blue eyes narrow with intensity, why don't I just blow a hole through him? Because if I do there will be the rest of his gang that'll kill everyone. He circles around me trying to get a good look of what I've become. An awful smile creeps onto his face as he laughs ever so slightly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he says as he looks at me in obvious disappointment. "Still don't want to give up do you? If you hate people dying so much than why don't you just kill yourself and keep everyone else out of danger? You know perfectly that as long as you're alive everyone around has a chance at and early death, so why not just admit defeat? It's your fault everyone keeps dying yet you still refuse to put an end to this mess." My anger builds up slowly, my fault? He dares blame every death on me because I refuse to commit suicide? Asshole.
"As if you'd stop killing people if I ever give up," I reply with hostility in my voice. He grunts angrily at me as I continue to fire back at his accusations. "Do you honestly think I'd be a big enough of an idiot to believe your murderous ass?" I take a step closer to him and grab the collar of his shirt. "I'll never give up. I'll never give you that satisfaction." With a quick flip of his wrist he unarms me of my gun; I grab his arm and twist it behind his back holding him into an arm lock. Kevin kicks me in the shin causing me to stumble; he takes that moment to his advantage and slams me against the wall. I fall to the ground and do a low kick, knocking him off his feet. I run up the stairs and head to the roof. I can hear his footsteps behind me running on my trail. I pull out two knives and flick them open. I'm about to throw them at him when I see him dragging Jack by a head lock. My eyes widen in shock and I lower my arm.
"What the hell are you doing here Jack?"
Jack POV.
I elbow Kevin, making him loosen his grip on me. Then I flip him over my shoulder and run to Kristy.
"I'm not letting you do this alone." She looks at me in disbelief and runs her hand through her black hair.
"Why would you care anyways?" That's when I hear it. That's when I hear how much I've hurt her. The pain in her voice echoes through those few words. I see her eyes tear up slightly but she quickly wipes any sign of weakness away and faces Kevin who had gotten back up on his feet. I see Kim suddenly appear on the roof with us. Damn it, I told her to stay down there! I see five of Kevin's men trail behind her and back their leader up. Kim joins me by my side with a determined look on her face. I glance at a clearly enraged Kristy.
"You do know that only either they die or we die. There's no escape now." I smirk at her and get into my fighting position.
"And you do know that I plan on kicking these guys' asses for what they probably shouldn't have done." And with those words said; Kevin's team charges straight at us.
Author's note:
Quite a cliffie I left you guys with. :P Well I have a few things to say:
1. A lot of people didn't receive a reminder for chapter 13, I replaced the author's not that was on there before with a chapter so you can check that out if you haven't read that yet!
2. Check out MizAwesome1423's story called "Kickin'it on a Road Trip" It's a little similar to the prequel to this story just better written so I'm sure you'll like it! :P
3. You guys are awesome and will always be awesome.
4. Review!