12 Broken Chains

I'm in full control. I unclench my fists and make sure my clothing allows the full range of motion I'm going to do. I quietly admonish a Kray-ex knife from my sleeve and grasp it between my fingers against my palm. Time seems to slow down but my own movements aren't impeded. The asshole is vulnerable and unattentive due to his focus on beating her like a bloody drum. It's now or never...

Three...

Two...

One...

*thwap* *thwap* *thwap*

Three clean hits to his Carotid Artery, Subclavian Artery, and the Spinal cord at the base of his skull. I do three quick swipes to flake off any residual blood from my blade and quickly resheathe it. As much as I'd love for him to suffer, it was wiser to kill him instantly so we could make our escape. Without hesitation, I briskly move over to Jean and pick her up. Her body, badly beaten and bloody feels light as a feather in my arms, possibly due to my adrenaline. The dead man falls forward into the open bed, the sheets now stained crimson, his lifeforce flowing out and expanding its reach outward. Without a bit of remorse, I turn my back and quickly put a robe around her bare naked body. I don't have much time. Quickly I navigate the penthouse, grab my emergency pack, and walk toward the staircases.

*****

Twenty-two flights of stairs later, my breathing is calm and there is not a bead of sweat on my body. Some of my physical conditioning remains but I'm still not 100%. I peek through the stairway into the lobby; only a single front desk clerk, valet, and the doorman. I carefully open the door and step through, walking at a leisurely pace with Jean tightly wrapped up. The front desk cleck pays me no mind since I'm walking away from her direction but the doorman opens and holds the door for me and the valet runs off to get the car. Two witnesses that I don't have time to deal with. This valet though... It's ok. He doesn't know where I'm going to go.

It's a few brief moments before the valet drives up in my Audi A8. I carefully place Jean in the front seat and buckle her in. To the valet, I toss a tip of $100. Instinct guides me to hop in the seat and floor it as black suits burst into the lobby behind. I have to get off grid and make it to my safe house... I ignore all traffic signals and over a dozen driver's rules. Actually rather surprised that cops haven't responded to my reckless driving. Whatever the case, I pay no mind to anything not affecting our passage.

*****

... This is too easy. We make it to the safe house without a single cop or agents. I unbuckle Jean and expediently take her inside to place her on my bed. My body moves on its own before I register everything I'm doing; I have applied medical attention to all of her external wounds and inserted an IV line into her arm. I let out a long sigh of relief. Jean will be ok with my supervision...

The sound of two cars driving up echo from the driveway. They're organized. But they forgot my old nickname... Mr. Death.

Too easy... Before they can exit their cars I'm already outside. Three men in the first BMW and 5 in the second. As soon as the first suit steps out I thrust into his eye, carotid, and aorta before his two friends and himself could react. I leapfrog over the hood of the car and bring down 4 rapid hits to the next suit; each lung, trachea, and temple. The third sprays a barrage of bullets in my direction but I've already kicked off the car and above his head. I finish him by shoving both blades in opposite sides of his neck and can-opening twisting his head off.

The second car, seeing their allies obliterated in mere seconds, reverses out of the driveway and lays down suppressing fire to cover their retreat. I use a simple maneuver of tuck-and-rolling behind the first car. My blood is on fire. How I've missed killing for a purpose...

*****

I pull him close, our tongues entwine and coils like a snakes mating ritual. Our ragged breaths sync to our deep and lustful kissing. His hand roams down to my quivering pussy. It only takes two pokes for his entire hand to be covered in my honey. I aggressively gyrate my hips against his inserted fingers and massage his fingers with my vaginal walls. My body lets him know I want his dick.

He seductively wiggles and retracts his fingers, trailing my honey. My body spasms as the sudden pleasure fills my mind. He slowly moves his dripping fingers to my face and caresses my lips, inviting me to taste my own secretions. I greedily lap up all of my honey sticking to his fingers. I lay back further and open my legs wide spread-eagled and invite him in. He takes a hand and slowly guides his quivering member to my honeypot. He teases me with several rubs up and down my swollen labia and a few taps against my clitoris. Moans escape my mouth and echo throughout the room. My body quivers in anticipation. He pushes his tip inside, readies his hips, and...

*****

Shit. Without realizing, my body movement start to lag and stagger. I got too excited to notice I've been shot in my upper thorax and abdomen. I grit my teeth and bite my lip. There are only two suits left before I can take a break. I'm pretty sure I've severed their attempts to call for backup. These last two are doing a splendid job of suppressing rotating suppressing fire and backing off. All I need to do is another explosive burst of speed to catch one off-guard then it's just a matter of picking off the straggler trying to run away. I steady my breathing and remember the training my master taught me. It's now or never. I have to act quickly before I become too weak to move.

I spring across the rails and run along the gate. The two suits unload a barrage of bullets in my direction but too slowly. 20 feet... 10 feet... 5 feet... I propel off the gate while blocking my face with my arms. I only need to listen to the gunshots to know where he is. I feel bullets tear into my forearms, ripping my muscles and ligaments. This only needs to work once and we'll be fine. Our bodies make contact and I stab this suit in his carotid artery then slide across opening a wide gulch where his neck was. Blood sprays out like a broken hydrant. I let out a roar of triumph. the last suit turns tail and tries to run. With the remaining strength in my arms, I throw my Kray-ex into his back. I don't even need to watch the blade. I turn around and stagger back to the house. My blood flows to the ground below. I protected you Jean. I finally protected you...