My lungs were burning and my legs were shaking but I wasn't going to stop. No matter how many times I've killed I will always feel like a monster. My face was bleeding and my knees scraped from the rocky terrain. I wasn't going to stop. Killing Demitri had been hard. Not in the mental sense. That fucker deserved what he got. But physically he was hard. My ribs clicked and pain shot out every time I took a breath. The bastard had gotten in a few good hits to my body, that shit hurt. But I couldn't think like that. I had to survive, I had to see my family one last time before I took my final mission. They kept me going.
I quickly ran up a boulder and rolled off into the brush. Fucking Felix and James were on me by now.
Taking Demitri out first was brilliant because now those bastards were on their own to track me. Those two couldn't find their assholes if I gave them a mirror on a stick. I was close to wall that surrounded the property when I heard them.
Dogs
Those Dicks were letting the dogs on me. I quickly scaled the hill using my hands to grip the wet brush. Fucking rain. My ribs were really killing me now and every breath was torture. For a second I doubted my plan before I quickly shook that thought out of my mind. I thought about my parents, how Charlie would look when I first saw him. My mother would probably cry and then get mad for cutting my hair. Hey im serious, she loved my long hair. The dogs kept barking in the distance and I focused once more. No time to think about the future if I never make it past the present.
The wall was the hardest part of the plan, but every plan has flaws. I Put my back to the wall and steadied my breathing. Ten feet high and it covered the whole property for miles. I would have to work quickly. I needed to find the nearest tree or my plan wouldn't work.
Short trees, fat trees, aha perfect.
I dropped the backpack from my shoulders and pulled out the wire and unrolled it until I had a good amount. Climbing the tree would be painful but I didn't have a ladder so it would have to do. It took me three tries and a severely bruised shin to make it on to a decent branch. I quickly tied the wire around. The branch was at least seven feet higher than the wall but ten feet away. My plan was to secure my self to the wire and swing my self over to the wall. And live. I know brilliant plan. What can I say, im a genius.
I really hoped I didn't fall and die. This branch better hold my fat ass or im going to come back and go crazy on its ass.
It could have been seconds or an hour but my dumbass was hanging from the branch by my hands. I was terrified to let go. I swear im such a baby.
Ok
Ok
I'm going to start swinging. Just like at the playground come on Bella you can do it.
Kick and push
Kick and push
I took a deep painful breath and let go. I gripped the wire and clamped my teeth shut to hole in a scream.
Alive.
I looked up and saw the branch had held up. Way to go branch. Ok focus. I was swinging but I needed to go farther. I was getting closer and closer. I kicked harder and reached out and I gripped the edge of the wall. I got it.
I quickly pulled my self up and got out my pocket knife. I swung over the wire and I had a good five feel left till the ground. I cut the wire and fell with a thump.
Shit that hurt.
But my plan was in motion.
I'm gone suckers.