Asazi
Chapter 15
Captured. The gang had me less than an hour after I had left Atone's…captured.
The big Chinese man stared down at me. "Humph," he said—grunted. The three guys were rushing toward me and—
I wasn't captured. The big Chinese man in front of me was just using his size to scare the hell outta me so I wouldn't get any ideas until the three guys came and got me. Well, I got an idea.
I shot my left foot up to pop him in his privates but he was so fast! His hands came down, caught my foot, then spun me around and picked me up. My face was hanging down in front of his. "Little girl don't mess with China man. Little girl die like others yesterday." I nodded and he threw me back against a tree. For the first time I noticed that I was sore…from what I didn't know. Maybe just the shear adrenaline rushing through your veins can make you sore. I don't know.
The China man's point was made. He can kick my ass like I did to four other people yesterday. Point made and very strongly.
I got to my feet and looked toward the three men jogging toward us. They were less than a hundred feet from me now. We, the China man and I, waited patiently for the fiends to come. When they got to us, one of them spoke and I recognized the voice as the leader who trashed Atone's house earlier today. "About time. So tell me…what's your name?"
"Asazi."
He laughed at me. Then got down in my face. "Asazi huh…well, 'Asazi', you're gonna go down the same path the Asazi took: the wrong one. What makes you wrong? The fact that you crossed us, you crossed every gang in Miami…they're all talking about you right now. Someone was watching you fight those idiots Brink took with him… Whoever it was spread the word around town that there was a little six-year-old girl running around that could shoot like…like…oh hell, I don't know."
I stared at his eyes. They were cold, greedy, lustful…basically evil. But not like Brink's evil. His was more of a…innocent evil? Could that be possible? Perhaps he went down the wrong path, perhaps he doesn't want to be a gang member…he's just doing it for the money or the attention or the adrenaline of battle… He wasn't innocently evil. He was just doing things that he didn't want to do. No doubt that was a weak point…I could probably use it later.
My eyes blinked downward for half a second. I noticed the butt of a gun sticking out of his left suit pocket. He wasn't looking at me so he didn't notice the fact that I saw it.
Then he suddenly started to rise. NOW! I reached in with surprising speed, pulled out the gun, aimed and fired into the man's chest. He cried out as he flew back. The two other people were shocked but a second later they started to pull out theirs. I, like before, used that second. BLAM! BLAM! They both went down spinning.
"Little girl die now!"
The Chinese man! I forgot—
POW! A backhand hit me in the back of the head. I flew forward, stumbled and fell. The gun was gone from my hands…where'd it go?? I frantically searched for it as the Chinese man happily walked toward me. There! The gun was six feet to my right…and walking by it was the big Chinese man.
I jumped to my feet and turned to run but he was suddenly right behind me! He grabbed my hair and whipped me back onto the ground. "I warned you. Little girl die now. She kill two other people. Little girl die now."
Two? One was still alive? My thoughts were interrupted as the Chinese man picked me up and threw a good ten yards—into a tree. I hit and rolled back onto a soft ground…a body! I jumped back, a small, hoarse cry escaping from my throat. It was one of the side guys. His eyes were open, a gun in his hand…he looked dead.
I reached over and tried to pull the gun from his hand when his other hand hit in the side of the head. He was the one that was still alive! Dammit!
I rolled to my left and jumped up and landed on his chest. He couldn't get up; I had shot him in the chest and the bullet might've hit his vertebrae. He raised the gun but I simply kicked it out of his hand. He cried from the pain, tried to move but immediately stopped. He started whispering something but went after the gun.
The Chinese man was running toward me! I dove the gun, got it, raised it and fired at the oncoming Chinese man. Blood blew out from behind him. But he didn't stop running toward me. He kept going so I shot again…then again, then again…the man fell to the ground. His breathing was hoarse and a few seconds later there was no breathing…
I was breathing fast. I had killed four more people. Out of self-defense, yes. But I basically duplicated what I did the say before; killed. I took a deep breath. It was over again. The rush, the thrill, the adrenaline. I got up and looked around. There were sirens in the distance, obviously screeching and screaming their way toward us…me. I put the gun I had just used in my backpack and left the scene. I walked the couple hundred yards to the huge grove of trees, climbed one and sat there, watching the police come to the scene to find four mysteriously dead people…
I smiled as I watched the cops investigate the scene. I was too far for anyone to notice me, especially since I was up in a tree surrounded by leafs. I found a thick branch and leaned on the stem of the tree. I was exhausted and sore. My life was a mess…hold on. What life?
I've been screwed since the car accident. There isn't anymore life for me. For some unknown reason, thoughts of my seventh birthday popped into my head. I was to be seven soon. I didn't know when—just knew it was coming soon. Soon…perhaps it was today. Was it?
After a few minutes of watching the cops swarm around the crime scene, I fell asleep, exhaustion completely taking me over…
-_-
I awoke. I wasn't in a tree. I was on the beach. It was nighttime, a half-moon high above my head, shining the midnight skies. Where was I? How'd I get here?
I noticed two figures down the beach. Walking toward me. I recognized one of them just by the way he walked…it was Xynan. Xynan? What the—how—? What was going on?
Fear began to mask over me. I didn't know what was going on. Where was Atone?
The two figures got close enough to where I could make out the other one. It was Brink. Brink the killer, the murderer, the luster, the just-plain asshole. They were talking to each other. Not fighting…unusual? Maybe, maybe not.
Then Xynan looked up at me with his nice, compassionate look…it was compassionate. Was compassionate until he said, "Why'd you kill Brink's friends, girl? Why'd you do it? Why'd you let me die as Brink cut me in half…what's your problem? Have you no courage, no honor?"
I frowned. This wasn't real. Brink and Xynan? No. I looked out at the ocean and to my surprise, it wasn't moving. The sound of the waves crashing onto shore continued but the ocean didn't move. Not a drop of water moved around.
What's going—a dream. It's a dream.
The conclusion was obvious…now I just had to survive the dream. I turned around and started running away from the two fakes, the two unreal, dead people. POW! Someone jumped on top of me and sent me crashing into the sand. The yellow dirt filled my mouth and I coughed with disgust. I rolled over and looked up to see Xynan towering over me.
Xynan had jumped me. Brink was too far away to have done it and get back there. Xynan…traitor.
He spoke again. "You wanna no something, girl. Shawn never meant to hurt you; he was just hungry. Hungry for…" He paused.
"You."
My eyes widened as Xynan continued. "But he died before he could actually do anything to you…did you know that?" I shook my head no. He had done more than enough to me. Xynan continued, "I think that I'll take over where your Uncle Shawn left off." Xynan's compassionate face, his soft, warm face suddenly turned evil, cold…like Brink's.
I screamed and started to get to my feet but Xynan grabbed by the shirt and shoved me back to the ground…I screamed again but it didn't make any difference. Brink walked over and started doing to me exactly, exactly what Shawn had done to me…
-_-
I woke up shaking. I wasn't in the tree anymore. I was on the ground, lying beside a tree. I looked at my left arm and saw that at least half of it was purple from bruises. I had fallen out of the tree. I looked up and saw my backpack hanging on one of the branches.
It was nighttime. The half-moon—I shivered—was out and clouds were coming in from the southeast. The clouds didn't look friendly…they were swirling around. Slowly. I didn't see it first but as I watched for another few minutes, they were definitely swirling around. A big storm, I realized. A very big storm. I jumped back into the tree, climbing up to where I had slept earlier. I estimated it to be around midnight…
When I reached my backpack I pulled out a sandwich and a water bottle and hungrily consumed them both. I ate another sandwich and left the backpack hanging on a branch. I was still tired but scared at the same time.
Would another dream come? Is Xynan to haunt me the rest of his life? Or is Shawn? That wasn't Xynan in my dream. That was Shawn pretending to be Xynan…a good pretender. But why? What was the point of the dream, if there was one? And what the hell is a dream anyway? I didn't know, and probably never would. Does anybody else know what a dream is?
A dream…a dream…
I got up and carefully pulled out leaves to make a little hole so I could watch the oncoming storm. It was closer now. Dangerously closely…I feared that I wouldn't survive it…but what I feared more is the fact that I didn't care about whether or not I would survive it…which basically meant I didn't care whether or not I lived…
Didn't care about my own life.
After studying my own thoughts I realized that many people probably wouldn't care either. They probably would've committed suicide by now…but I haven't.
I now had one goal in life.
That one goal could make a huge difference.
My goal was to survive. To survive everything that Brink was a part. Everything that the Chinese man was a part of…to survive my life.
Hopefully I would…hopefully…
Author's Note
Well…this chapter, in my opinion, is kinda weak but I've been very tired lately. I'm glad you all are enjoying my fic and I plan on making it to chapter 21 before I go to camp. Oh, and I have a teensy-weensy-little request to make…could you tell me why you like this story so much? In your next review (if you do review it, which would most appreciated) just tell me why you like it and, if you want or have the time, give me a little constructive criticism. I would really appreciate it and I thank for what you've already done for this story and me…(didn't that sound sappy…)