Death's Bullet

Part 11:

Bryan heard, no felt it. A tension in his shoulders and the prickly feeling of being watched. Azul eyes snapped open, the pupils dilated in the single intense rays of light proceeding from the hallway. Something was off. It was too quiet, like the calm before a storm.

Then he heard it a little whimper. He got up as quick as he could, his fever down for the time being and began to creped out of his room. It was a good thing that Mia's floors and doors didn't squeak.

He heard the sound he had been dreading, that ominous click of a gun. The whimper came again. That had to be Mia. Where was Dom? He fought down the overwhelming memories and made his way down the stairs as surreptitiously as he could.

Peeking around the banister to see the kitchen, he saw Mia tied to a chair and Dom knocked out cold on the floor. The clicked came again from behind him.

"You're getting slow Bryan." The silky smooth voice purred against his ear.

"MT." He hissed that cursed name off of his primrose lips.

"Oh you don't have to so hostile after all the times we shared." She blew a kiss of red, red lips. MT was still the same. Locks of pitch black hair highlighted blue swept back from her oval face in a tight bun. A few strands were left out to artistically frame her delicate features. Her eyes were what got him the most, a stunning translucent gold that saw through every thing.

When he first met her he was paralyzed by those eyes. Now they just foretold his doom and torture. He shuddered to think of everything those eyes had witnessed and done.

"Bring them in boys." Those eyes so cold and distant burning with a strong dislike roamed over his body. A wicked smirked graced her lips.

Two brutes of men dragged in an unconscious Dom and Mia. Bryan closed his eyes briefly. The terrible burning sensation in his gut increased, his fever spiking again due to stress and a panic he didn't want to show.

"What do you want." Bryan's voice was low, soft even. MT noted the slight sway in his body and flush of his cheeks. He was sick. Her crocodile smile expanded.

"You know what I want Bryan." Her slender shoulder leaned on the doorway.

Bryan was in a sea of hate and fear. He didn't want to go back there, to that place. Memories of torture and pain flashing in his mind so fast that darkness was creeping around the corners of his eyes. He had the urge to throw up or collapse.

MT watched him carefully. Light sapphire eyes gazed at the girl and man held captive by her men. "Fine." Those words broke her out of the trance.

Bryan couldn't let Mia and Dom get caught up in his past. He knew for a fact that they probably weren't strong enough to withstand what he had, saw what he was forced to see.

He held out his wrist and sealed his fate.

Kaira tapped an impatient rhythm on the dash bored. Marik was taking his sweet time. The front door slammed and she watched his long stride run to the door.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he slid in the car, his cologne always had that effect on her. Kenneth Cole Black. She loved his sheer animalistic energy and wild locks of dark purple hair. Amazing how it was natural.

"Did you get it." She inquired will starting up the car.

"Yep." Marik opened up the brief case to show hr the vast array of weapons.

"Good, what took so long." Kaira was gunning the car, something was wrong.

"The cleaning lady freaked out when she saw my blade." He laughed. It was a deep husky sound that started from his belly up.

"We have to fire her, she sucks at cleaning." Kaira couldn't help but chuckle with him.

The house came into, everything looked alright but Kaira knew from experience that looks could be deceiving. She was relieved that the house wasn't on fire. MT had a fetish with torture by burning. Hell, she burned shit down just for the fun of it.

Kaira learned at a young age that she had to be the strongest in her family if she wanted to wake up in one piece. Her parents used to put them in a ring and just let them go at it. If they showed any weakness like tears them her dad would add and extra mile to their training work out of just break a bone.

"Come on." Marik grabbed her cold hand and pulled her out of the leather interior of the car. She was lost in a memory. Early when they first meet, Marik learned that she would tell him whatever she was thinking when she was ready. He respected that.

Kaira cautiously tipped the door opened. It was unlocked. She reached down and unhooked her gun from the holster on her waist. Her training came back. Check everything and then investigate.

Marik took the upper floor and she took the basement. Both floors turned up empty. They both took the middle floor and Kaira was relieved to find Mia and Dom passed out on the couch. Once she was sure the house was safe, Kaira checked them out for and toxin or damaged that could have happened to their bodies.

"Kaira, they took Bryan." Marik called from the foyer.

"What, how do you know. What if he just ran away." A slight tremor hit her voice. Poor Bryan.

"Remember I installed cameras when you first told me about the guest." He played the tape.

Bryan, MT, Mia, Dom, and two large burly men were standing right where they were talking. Mia and Dom where then dragged out of focus as Bryan held out his wrist. Handcuffs were slammed on his wrists as a shot as injected in his neck. MT caught him before he hit the floor.

Kaira had a feeling what was injected in his system. It was most likely a sedative. MT would no doubt want Bryan kept alive. He was her top assassin after all.

Mia was trapped in an old recurring nightmare. The smoke was wrappings its skinny fingers around her, clogging her senses. Sweat was streaming down the small of her back and over the bridge of her nose.

Her throat was torn up from the smoke and screaming his name. tears streamed down her face and mix with dirt and sweat. She had to find him, had to.

It was her idea that they play in the old warehouse. Mia didn't know what started the fire but she had to get him out.

Dom was right behind her screaming her name but alls she was aware of was his cry and his screams. One of her flowered sandals got caught on a nook in the floor and she went falling, face first into the hard wood.

Dom caught up to her and began dragging her prone form away from the door. He was behind it, she could feel it.

She remembered struggling and screaming he was there and she had to get to him but Dom was stronger in the end. Just as she was pulled from the room, the doors collapsed and she saw him. He was trapped under a beam from the roof.

She screamed his name one last time and he reached out a hand towards her, sky blue eyes pleading. His mouth was forming the words of something. It looked like run.

He was screaming it over and over again, his commanding her to do so. With that she ran for all she was worth.