*Third Chapter! Thanks you guys so much for the reviews, especially ghouse98! Reviews and favorites just get me stoked to keep writing. Sorry about the few errors in the last chapter, however- in Dave's text it was supposed to say "do u want me 2 come 2nite" and I got spell checked. Anyway, hope you like it!*

*Chapter Three*

ALICIA'S POV

I watched Mindy, who was now wearing a mask and an absurd purple wig sprint out of the alley, and Dave followed behind her. Within seconds, the bullets rained down from some unknown source, but Mindy and Dave stayed out of the way.

Scared shitless, I couldn't move- I was terrified that if I took one step from behind the dumpster, I would get gunned down in seconds.

Mindy, however, was fucking fearless.

I watched her leap through the air with the grace of a seasoned ballerina, as men poured out of the alley across the street shooting at her.

She reloaded her guns faster than, it seemed, humanly possible, and anyone who came close to her got seriously fucked up.

It wasn't until I saw the first man's head get blown upstairs that the panic set in.

While I didn't want Mindy to get hurt, I didn't want her to kill anyone either, but the body count grew higher with each passing second.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, and as Mindy leaped effortlessly onto one man's shoulder only to shoot him through the skull from above, I retreated further into the alley, and threw up.

My mouth tasted like bile, I could still hear shots being fired, and I could feel the indentations from the butterfly knife carving their way into my palm, as I held on to it for dear life, the loaded gun in my other hand.

I crawled farther out, however, to watch, eyes frozen open with morbid curiosity.

Mindy was doing fine, bodies surrounding her (I barely restrained myself from throwing up again), but Dave was suffering.

He didn't have a gun, just something that looked like two shitty green nightsticks that he was using to try and thwart the endless stream of gunmen. He got shot in the chest again, and again, but as he remained undeterred, I realized he was probably wearing some kind of Kevlar.

While Mindy was carelessly eradicating tons of men with just her guns, and what looked like two knives connected by a rope, Dave was stuck in hand to hand combat with a four hundred pound muscle man, who was currently wrestling him to the ground.

"ALICIA!" Mindy barked, as she ducked a bullet, hid behind a trash can for a second, then rolled back over it, shooting and killing, always. "Fucking help Dave!" she shrieked, before sending her rope-knife-thing through another guy's throat.

I stared for a second- Dave was trapped underneath the muscle man, who was now beating him senseless, with his baby-head-sized-fists.

The gunmen in the other alley were focused on Mindy- they would not waste their time with me should I try to help my fallen comrade.

And so sprinting as fast as I could, I shot out of the alley, and with all my might, kicked Dave's assailant in the face. I felt his nose break, and once again, I fought not to throw up.

"What the fuck?" the guy said, feeling his face. And then he saw me, and ran, calmly grabbing my butterfly-knife-and-handgun-clenching hands.

I felt a finger break on each hand, and I screamed, but didn't let go.

He threw a punch, and I ducked, as fast as I could, causing him to fuck up a few knuckles on the cold brick wall behind me. I ran out from behind him, and struggled to get my broken hands around the gun trigger, but now the man was pissed.

I managed to avoid another punch, and tried to shoot him, but he was too fast- I was forced to pistol whip him, my hands protesting, and pain shooting through me.

And then my fingers were around the gun's trigger, one hand holding it straight ahead of me, the other shakily supporting it from underneath, and I shot the mofo in the face.

The sound shocked me, and I threw up again, as his blood splattered me, and he fell for the last time.

"Fucking shit…" I said quietly, before inching into a corner, and curling into fetal position, my effed up hands in my lap.

Dave was unconscious, Mindy was clearly in her element, and I was sure the pain from my hands, and the shock of what I'd done was going to kill me.

MINDY'S POV

I watched Alicia kill her first drug mule with some amusement, and actually laughed a little when she threw up. She was so obviously a murder-virgin. I remembered my first kill...I had been nine. I went with my daddy to roam the streets, looking for trouble, and a disgusting hairy-chested-gold-necklace-wearing-pimp punched my daddy in the face, and then I was mad. I gripped the handgun he had given me for self defense, and shot the asshole three times- twice in the balls-or rather where his balls should have been- and then once in the face.

My daddy had been so proud of me.

His face swimming in my mind, I lost focus for a second, and that was all it took.

I felt a shot rip through my arm, from the one guy left- the only guy.

His gun was bullet-less now, and I actually flew backwards a foot or two when he punched me in the face.

I felt my nose start bleeding, and I was clutching my arm- my arms were the only places that Kevlar wasn't protecting. It hurt like a bitch.

"Some of those guys were my friends, you know!" He said, nailing me in the face again, and then kicking me in the stomach. It hurt like two bitches.

My vision was starting to fail me- the man was wavering above me, as I remained collapsed against the wall, getting punched and kicked over and over again.

I stayed conscious though- I could do that much.

"You know," he said. "I've had a really bad fucking day."

I watched on in horror, as he unbuckled his belt, and threw it to the ground beside him.

It was then that I realized I was going. To. Get. Fucking. Raped.

"And you're gonna make it better," he continued.

"I'm eleven, you jackass!" I screamed, and he punched me in the face again. I was going to have a black eye for sure, and that was going to be three bitches to explain to Marcus.

Alicia and Dave were out for the count, and I was the only one left- the only one left on the fucking tracks.

"I don't care how old you are," he said, but then he stopped.

He froze, like someone was holding a messily-opened-balisong to the back of his neck- which was exactly what was happening.

Alicia stood heroically behind him, feet apart, her right arm, holding the handgun, crossed over her left one, holding the balisong, in a perfect stance. With her hands effed up and bleeding, her hair tousled, but otherwise perfect, and her weapons held perfectly, she looked pretty fucking epic.

"What did you say?" she demanded in a confident monotone, cocking the gun, and pushing it harder against the guy's skull.

"I said, I don't care how old she is," he replied.

Her upper lip pulled up in a snarl.

"You should," she said.

And then she pulled the trigger.

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