Chapter Eighteen: Into The Fire.
Kimiko couldn't deny any longer that her whole body was aching.
The coldness made it unbearable to let her eyes close and so she tried to open it without drawing any attention to herself.
Even if she had experienced treatments that have been worse than that, she wasn't too keen about a repeat. Slowly she tried to turn her body from her side to her back and as she realized that there was nobody else in the room, Kimiko couldn't hide a grin.
Instantly, she regretted that, pinching her eyes in pain.
"Damn, those bastards."
Careful to not make any sound she turned onto her back and looked at her body.
Bruises were blossoming everywhere on her body and probably on her face too and then there was still the puddle of blood forming on the floor. But that wasn't even the worst thing. The worst thing was that this dumb bitch told her that they would hand her over to that this Columbian son of a bitch was behind all that mess.
Why had she been so reckless and couldn't see the signs? That wasn't her style, at all. Kimiko had always been overly cautious but since that day in the alley, everything had changed. Anger about how much she obviously had changed in the last few weeks bubbled up in her. But it was no use to bother her head with all this right now, searching for a reason for her behavior.
No.
What she needed to do was getting out of here, ASAP. The longer she stayed here, the more uncontrollably this situation could turn out. Those bastards could lay hand on her or could hand her over or worse, the guys from the VIP-Lounge could find her. She couldn't let that happen.
This was definitely the fuel that her inner beast needed to awake. With her will coming back to life, Kimiko decided it was time to leave this party. Gladly she hadn't lost her muscles or agility in the last few weeks and despite the dispersant feeling on every part of her body she was able to sit up. Her face twisted in pain as the hammering sound in her head made her stop her motion for a short while before she was able to suppress any groan that stuck in her throat. Even if her eyes were still half lidded, she tried to observe her surroundings closely. There must be something that could help her escape. It had to be!
"Okay, sit up: check!"
Patting herself for the small victory was one thing but in front of her she could see the next problem. Getting up on her feet with her hands bound to her back was a bit more difficult and dangerous because of all the garbage on the floor. Not only could the splinter of glass on the table cross her plans but also the empty cans and packing waste that lay on the floor could create sounds and attract those humanly piece of shit. Gloomily Kimiko leaned her back against the wall in but instantly she could feel the hard metal behind her and the little grin crept back. An exposed copper pipe in the crackled wall was a helpful tool and exactly what she needed right now. Pulling herself up slowly, with her back still snuggly against the wall she was able to stand up.
"Sometimes, all you need is a little luck… and some assholes that don't know who they're fuckin' with!"
Honestly, why tying up somebodies' hands behind their back when you don't even put the same afford onto the feet? Well, they really didn't know with whom they tried to fuck with. Kimiko wasn't just the 'newcomer model' … well, they would learn soon.
But first she had to untie her hands - and the scattered glass was exactly what she needed!
A sound outside of the room was making her cautious. Someone was walking up stairs.
Judging by the weight, pressure and the way the heels to toe rolled over it must be one of the men and he must be drunk or at least tipsy. It must be the one who she had heard in the alley before she got knocked out and since she had heard those before, it could only be the middle aged one. Selleck-Mustache.
She had to hurry!
A plan, or at least the loose outlining around a plan, hit her in the second the man was almost outside of the door. As fast as she could she bend down to pick up one of the bigger pieces before she glided down the pipe again, deliberate to not make any sound. She let herself fall onto the floor once again and closed her eyes just in time before the guy stepped into the room. His steps were heavy on the floor, Kimiko was sure she could feel a little vibration but that played into her hands. This guy didn't even bother to throw a quick glance into her direction. Instead he staggered over towards the toilet, opened the door and stepped into the small cabin. Way too drunk to care, he began to fumble with his pants before pulling out his dick. A satisfied, moan full of relief reverberated through the shabby room, drowning the far away sounds of traffic as well as the sound of a calm sea and everything else as he began to empty himself.
BINGO!
What a dumb mistake. Kimiko had taken advantage of his distraction and hazy state to pull herself back on her feet again before tip toeing right behind the unaware man, constantly cutting herself out of the rope that once had been tightly tied around her wrists. With her inner dragon fired up she put every piece of strength that was left in her body into the tight grip around the ends of the rope that had bruised her wrists just seconds ago.
In one swift movement she had thrown the rope around the throat of the tipsy man in front of her and began to pull. Immediately he began to struggle, gripping for the rope around his neck that began to cut into his skin. Desperately he tried to loosen the pressure by tugging at the rope but as if Kimiko was tying a corset she kicked into his lower back. The impact of her kick had been harder than she had expected herself and so she had to loosen the grip on the rope which caused the guy to fall face forward.
"Ugh, nasty!" Kimiko thought in the moment she saw that 'Selleck-Mustache' had feel face forward into the toilette bowl and obviously had hit his head so hard that he didn't move anymore.
Slowly, the yellow-brownish bowl was turning dark read on the inside, telling her that she wouldn't have to care about this douche anymore. But there were three others left and at least two of them were already running up the stairs. She could tell by the Spanish curses that came closer.
Of course, the bang of head on a porcelain bowl wouldn't stay unnoticed for too long, but now she had to improve. Closing the door of the cabin she got back onto her former spot on the floor, huddling down as if she was still unconscious.
That trick had worked once, why not trying it again?!
The door of the room opened just a few moments later and the other two guys stepped into the room eying her small form on the floor. Obviously confused they turned over towards the dirty toilet cabin. Slowly the lean guy opened the door, with the bayonet still in his hands as the other one began to mutter something religious in Spanish.
Well, the sight shocked them; who wouldn't be shocked to find his fellow hanging dead in the toilet bowl, the face pressed into blood and urine and whatever more it held.
Again, Kimiko took advantage of the situation swinging the stool that stood next to the table across the lean man's head to make him fall unconscious onto his friend. Realizing what happened, the picture book-gangster tried to grab for the Glock 32 in the back of his pants but the impact that hit him when he fell to the floor deferred his motions.
Kimiko was faster!
In the blink of an eye she had the ripped the bayonet out of the lean man's hand and with her eyes focusing the guy beyond him, she rammed the whole 18 cm metal blade into his upper leg, ripping up his entire femoral artery. He began to scream and cry in panic trying to press something onto his upper leg but Kimiko didn't show mercy. As fast as she could she pulled of the blade which made him loose even more blood than before. The steps of the woman running up the stairs were barely audible since almost every sound was drowned by the dying man in front of her. He couldn't even fight back as she began to pull out the gun from the back of his pants. But this time she didn't hurry like before. Kimiko was burning inside but, on the outside, she looked almost calm.
As if the time was working for her.
Slowly she unlocked the gun in her hands and positioned herself so that she could directly stare into the doorway. Kimiko was awaiting that little shit. As expected, she ran up the stairs. Holding a Glock 30 in her own hands the beautiful woman didn't know that she was awaited. Her fellow tried to warn her, screaming in Spanish, that she should flee but in the second the beautiful woman in front of Kimiko seemed to understand what was up, it was too late.
With a loud bang, Kimiko had shot the woman's head and without any hesitation, she turned around once more ending the miserable life's in front of her with two more shots. Killing someone had never been a pleasant feeling in her opinion but seeing her victims suffering longer than necessary just wasn't her style. Kimiko knew what she had to do now. There was no time to waste as she began to prepare everything, she needed to destroy all the evidences and search for her stuff.
About an hour later she stepped out of the building that was maybe 500 m away from the hideout where she had shot the detective a couple of weeks ago. Not far away from the bay, the old abandoned house she had been held captive in just an hour ago began to crackle in the darkness.
Kimiko watched the scene from the distance without making a sound.
The evidences would never be found, she had taken care of that and now she could watch everything burn down.
Suddenly the flames climbed high as the black haired woman just stood there on her unsteady feet, remembering that scene from her early life.
It was like a déjà vu.
The crackling sound of dancing fire was audible and gave up a strange vibe of nostalgia. It would probably take a while before anyone would recognize it even though it was illuminating the whole area. There had been no car or other vehicle she could have taken so she had to leave by feet. It was a chilly evening and her head began to freeze because of her still wet hair and the streets that were wet from the rain. Rinsing out the blood of her hair and off of her body hadn't been to hard but of course the bruises were still there. It wasn't easy to walk with just the fancy clothes and shoes she had worn before she got knocked out in the alley. Every movement was still painful. But that didn't matter right now. She just wanted to watch the burning house some more but no matter how long she stared at it from her spot she, couldn't feel anything. No hate or anger or happiness or relief just a hollow stare without emotions hidden beyond. This was something she had experienced before.
A sudden howl of the police cars and fire trucks made her senses snap back. It was time to leave but where should she go? There was no chance that she would go back to the Hotel and there was no way she could leave the city like that right now. High jacking a car would definitely draw attention that she didn't need. Right now, there was no chance on leaving, not until her wounds would have healed. She knew that. But what Kimiko had to do, was changing her appearance as fast as possible. Unsteadily she began to leave the scenery in the direction towards the lights and the sounds of the city while something inside her changed to something she had experienced once before.
Finally, she was free again but with it, the darkness in her crept up and spread through her body like a dreadful disease that numbed the pain of her physical wounds.
It was worse and there was only one way that Kimiko knew, how to deal with it.
