The Story of Blood and Roses

Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as I let him lead me. He was a step away from the entrance when he turned and pressed his back to the wall. We silently stood there until we heard the cussing from inside. Smiling, I bent forward and pulled my knife out my boots. Michael gave me another weird look before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to the door. Almost pressed together, we breathed in unison and waited for them to make the first move. Soon, we heard the faint noise of someone coming in our direction. We waited until the last moment. The man turned the corner and almost missed seeing us. On reflex, I slid the knife forward and plunged it in his heart. He took two steps forward, his hands on his gun, but then he almost toppled over giving me access to his throat which I slit with beautiful precision.

"They are not near the door," he whispered keenly into my ears.

"Let's spook them a bit, then," I told him conspiratorially. He let go of my waist and then inched his gun closer to the door. He shot a few warning shots, which seemed to work wonders. I think he even hit someone at the attempt. I might have laughed if I hadn't been in such a precarious situation. "Go!" I barked at him and he broke through the door. I followed soon after, shooting at any hands that peeked out from behind their covers. No one was getting a chance to hit Michael. No one. I suppose he did the same, I never got shot either. The knife dug into my sides as I found a hiding spot. He did the same. Nodding to each other, we followed the visible drops of blood on the floor. We shot at pillars they were closest to. We heard curses and groans of pain. Shot after shot we fired. None of them came out.

Out of mere frustration, I lunged out of my hiding place and sprinted to another shot. From that angle, I could see the feet of people who sunk low and waited for an opportunity to shoot. They were unaware of my movement, but I figured that if I didn't move fast enough I'd get shot at repeatedly. I signalled Michael to shoot a few warning shots, directing him to the right directions. I could see that he was impressed, and I revelled in the proud look in his eyes.

He shot at the damaged windows that shattered on impact. Some sucked it up and kept silent, while others rolled over for cover. I took the opportunity to shoot at them. It seemed like there were too many to handle, and yet we had one more floor to clear. Just as I was about to take another leap of faith and run across the room, I heard the telltale click of the gun. I spun around, confused and then gasped.

"Fuck!" I heard him scream, and cursed myself. Trying not to give much away, I peered around my hiding place and saw that he was trying mercilessly to dispose of the dud fire.

"Are you okay?" I screamed, knowing that there was no use trying to conceal the truth.

"I need a gun," I heard him shout back. That was all it took for chaos to break out. The formerly hidden pansies now came into action and bounced out from different directions. One came from directly behind me, but I shot him before he could get me. I crawled to him after I was sure that none of them was targeting me. I knew for a fact that they would be hounding Michael and taking a shot at him because they knew that he was vulnerable.

The man I had previously killed lay on the cement floor with his mouth hung open. I scrambled to pull out all his ammo. Taking out another gun from my back, I started shooting at anyone who got close?

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