Hair is nearly ripped from Kono's scalp as her head is jerked back. Something cool and sharp presses into her neck, digging into her flesh. She hears the guys skid to a halt, a familiar voice calling her name.
"Come any closer, I'll slice her open," her captor says, digging the knife a little deeper into her skin. She feels warm blood trickle down her neck, rolling beneath her shirt and down her chest.
"Let her go," Steve states calmly. "Just let her go. Take one of us."
"No, I don't think so," her captor responds, backing away from the guys. "You try to follow me, she's dead." For a brief second she's able to see her team, all three looking worried, loosely holding their weapons, watching the scene helplessly.
She knows this guy can't take her, there is no way this guy is taking her, so she catches Steve's eyes, and nods once. He gives her a questioning look, but catches on quickly, his eyes flashing with concern. Obviously, she was too close to the guy, Steve might hit her if he takes the shot, but she doesn't care. She nods again, needing him to trust her, willing him to shoot.
His eyebrows furrow, but he still nods back. He raises his gun, just as her captor takes another step back, and fires.
This is a quickie, something I had to get out of my head. So, thanks for reading.
They aren't mine.
Bye!