Dudes! I'm on a roll! I tried to close my eyes and ended falling asleep on my keyboard and the chapter about the fight between Sly and Neyla came in a dream! Here it is peeps!
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Sly couldn't have possibly been angrier...or...so he thought. Neyla had ordered the guards to bring Carmelita out of her cell. When Sticy Rice, one of the guards, had asked why, Neyla responded "I want her to see that nasty blighter die." So, two of the shadow guard went into the cell.
(Carmelita's POV)
I had heard everything that Sly had said to Neyla, and...quite frankly...she WAS a free prostitute! Well, then I heard about the fight to the death, and then I got terrified. I wasn't sure Neyla would fight fair, and when Neyla doesn't fight fair, things get ugly.
Well, out of nowhere, these two Shadow Guard dudes came in and grabbed me. At first, I was confused. Had the fight already ended? Who had won? But then, it hit me: Neyla WASN'T playing fair. She was going to set me as bait, to screw Sly's concentration up. There was nothing I could do to stop it. If I tried, Neyla would just use that fucking shock controller for this damn shock collar and electrocute me. Thinking back, I feel sorry for all the times I managed to get Sly with my shock pistol even more. They started pushing me towards the door. Just beyond that door was the one person I would gladly spend my life with...as well as the girl who's life I'd like to end...
(Sly's POV)
At First, I just saw Neyla whisper something, but my ears managed to confirm that Carmelita would be watching the fight. Now I know for sure Neyla's going to die. Even if she drags me in with her, she will die. Not only has she caused the world greater damage than any other I have ever met, she's tried to destroy everyone close to me...Bentley...Murray...and now Carmelita. She's hit home, and she'll regret it.
I saw the basement door swing open with a great amount of force as those two guards re-entered the room, each having seized Carmelita by the arms. Our eyes met once more. We dared not talk, for fear they would do worse damage to Carmelita. For the first time, my eyes scanned her wounds. For the most part, she was really dirty, but her leg had a huge gash in it, and I could see her leaning on the opposite leg. Her side was drenched in blood. Her face and arms were covered and large scratches and cuts...
Neyla's going to die a horrible, agonizing death tonight.
(Regular POV)
Neyla gave no warning. She just charged straight for Sly. Instead of jumping away to safety immediately, Sly waited until she was close, then side stepped her, sticking his leg out as he did so. Neyla fell for it...literally. Her ankle caught Sly's foot, and she felt him pull his leg towards himself, causing her to fall flat on her face. She peeled herself off the floor, glaring at Sly. She charged again, this time bringing her nails in front of her. Sly side stepped and grabbed her wrist. Neyla reacted to this by swinging her other arm around and clawed his neck.
Sly winced, but didn't let go of her captive wrist. He then flung her over his shoulder, sending her sailing into the wall. He turned in her direction, facing a tigeress of pure hate and rage. He lunged and landed a blow to her face, and he swore something broke. He didn't stop there. Didn't give her time to gather her strength up. He reached over, grabbing her collar and flung her into a table, causing it to break and fall to the ground, taking Neyla with it. She stood and leapt into the air. How she had enough strengh for that stumped Sly. She sailed in the air and prepaired herself for a spining kick. Instead of hitting Sly, she whacked her ankle and broke it. Her eyes welled in pain, but she still stood, a sinister smile on her face. Before anyone even realized she had it, Neyla drew a small, silenced pistol. Taking brief aim, she fired.
(Carmelita's POV)
I just let myself fall to my knees. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening...why? Why? Why did it have to be him? I didn't even realize what was going on until there were collective gasps from all around. I figured everyone was looking at his blood...but...I heard footsteps coming towards me...Neyla...
"Looks like I win. Time for you to join him." She pointed a knife at me, and I thought for sure it was all over for me...but...
(Sly's POV)
She had shot me. That much was true, but she failed to notice it was only in my shoulder. Nothing fatal at all. I had crept behind her, making sure none of my blood happened to be noticeable. I saw Neyla drop her gun and make her way towards Carmelita...
"Looks like I win. Time for you to join him." I saw a glinting blade appear out of her sleeve. My mind was on auto pilot. I ran into the open, ignoring any signs that gave me away. I lunged for the pistol she had dropped. I didn't even bother to stand. I stayed on my knees and fired. The bulled sailed and lodged itself into Neyla's hand. She screamed, dropping the knife. She turned and got wide-eyed at the sight of me. I kept my face even.
"Looks like I win." And with that, I pulled the trigger. This bulled hit Neyla right in between the eyes. Either she was dead at the instant, or dying at a decidedly un-natural state. Neyla was gone. The Shadow Guard all broke a run for it, scared for their lives. Carmelita had fainted, and started to fall to the floor. Luckily, I caught her in my arms. At that moment, nothing else mattered. She was safe, and it was all over.
(Regular POV)
Sly looked over at Neyla's still frame. He expected it to be a gore fest with more blood than even in the horror movies. But he was shocked when he saw...oil?
OIL?
Something was definetly wrong with this picture here. He kicked her head and instead of hearing a gushy sound of blood, he heard a crunch and her head opened up. Instead of revealing something Stephen King couldn't possobly look at for more than five seconds, it revealed a computer.
'So, that's how she survived the explosion when we brought Clock-La down. She wasn't real.' Sly thought as he put Carmelita in the team van in front and drove away. He looked over at her, her eyes so angelically shut, her locks of raven hair resting lightly on her forehead. Sly smiled both inside and out. She was, indeed, a thing of pure beauty.
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Okay, there's only one chappie left! (tears) Never fear! A sequel is...well...on the way! R & R!