Quinn stepped outside and pulled her jacket tighter around her. Glancing around she started towards the pool, but then stopped. She heard her crunching behind her but she didn't think anything of it because it was probably Mark following her.
Her headache pierced a spot behind her right eye but she paid it no interest, she had suffered worse pains and a simple headache was nothing compared to some things she had gone through. Sticking her hands in her pocket she continued on her way towards the pool. She went two more steps until something hit her: Mark would have come up to her by now.
She spun around the same moment something came crashing down towards her. Something that looked like a rifle smashed down on her shoulder, and she realized that if she hadn't have turned then it would have hit her head. The figure in front of her swung at her head and she danced backwards, knowing that if she ducked they would come at her with their other fist. Also, moving backwards gave her a second to see who she was up against.
A figure dressed in military garb with a black ski mask and a rifle.
Ok.
She had taken on about ten of these guys at once.
It wasn't easy but she did it.
The man rushed at her and she sidestepped him but her foot caught on a hidden root and she stumbled. She regained her balance just as the man swung his rifle like a baseball bat, aiming for her legs. Quinn jumped out of the way, but she misjudged where she was going and put herself in range for a punch. His fist connected with her cheek and her head snapped back, sending her teetering backwards, hands reaching for something to stop her from falling. She fell backwards to the snow covered ground and knelt over her, his hands reaching for her throat.
Quinn brought her knee up and kneed him in the groin, then, in rapid succession, punched him in the face. His head snapped back but he didn't budge. She pushed herself up and onto him. It took more strength than she thought, and a couple seconds more than she preferred, but she got him off of him and she quickly jumped to her feet. She kicked him in the face, then hooked her foot around his neck and pushed him sideways. His hand shot out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her down, and a second after she was on the ground he raised his rifle and slammed it over her head.
The last thing Quinn saw before everything went dark was a pair… of… familiar… eyes…
AN: Muahahahahaha! Chapter 28 is already written but I'm not going to post it yet. I am going to post this MAJOR cliffie (i think so) and get you guys all hyped and tensed up for the next chapter (maybe two depending on how long I make this little sinrio... my spelling sucks). Muahahahahahaha!
Love you all :D