Confliction of Morals

One of the vigilantes with a huge bulky body with the agility of a canine creature jumped over to her with their dagger pointed straight at her chest. Charlotte ripped one of the knives from her thigh out of its encasement but couldn't get there in time to stop him from colliding with her and taking a tumble as they rolled further back.

The vigilante wrestled to get on top of her, his weight easily sliding over hers while swinging his blade mercilessly, narrowly missing her heart as she consistently rolled away to dodge every little attack.

However, she wasn't able to escape from all of the strikes of the blade, the glint of the silver in the moonlight bittersweet as one of the stabs cut through fabric and flesh on the left side of her abdomen, and Charlotte gritted her teeth when the searing hot pain exploded from the wound.

Tears were brought to her eyes, but she blinked them away furious, as she struggled underneath him, attempting to stab his neck with her own blade. Her breaths were getting shorter as her vision started to blur into various colors, but she couldn't give up. Not yet. Not ever.

The vigilante forced her arms down, her wrists feeling the biting pain as it was bent unnaturally harshly from the force that was pushed down on her hands. Charlotte screamed when he yanked the knife in her hand away and threw it a few feet away, leaving her defenseless and to his mercy.

Her heart dropped down to her stomach, but she kicked her foot in between the vigilante's legs making him grimace. She rolled away in the split second that she was able to buy and dove for her Glock that slid to the corner.

She met the cold metal, relief spreading rapidly through her body before she abruptly turned around and aimed straight at the vigilante's head. Charlotte wasn't shaking this time around and tilted her head to the side just as the vigilante jumped into the air for his last attempt at an attack.

"Let's never meet again," she yelled before pulling the trigger back.

The bullet flew its course, and the vigilante's head recoiled back before falling back to the ground. Blood oozed out from the shot, and Charlotte gripped her side as she struggled to stand yet it wasn't even a second before another came rolling around the corner.

"Vincent!" she screamed.

She pulled her hand away to see that she was bleeding quite a lot, but maybe she was gaslighting herself she was convinced that she was feeling fine. The sting was there, but it wasn't enough for her to collapse.

Charlotte lifted her gun and pointed at the next vigilante who wanted to play with her. "It's your turn!"

Vincent came flying out of nowhere, barreling into the vigilante, and Charlotte peered around to see if there were any other vigilantes left. To her surprise, it was all cleared with the bloodbath that had occurred on the rooftop.

The battle wasn't over yet as Vincent struggled to gain upper ground from the last vigilante who was able to knick him in the side of his neck. The wind wasn't wavering, guiding Charlotte, as she breathed in and out to make her last shot.

Charlotte pressed back on the trigger, holding her stance strong bracing for the recoil, as she made the last move. The vigilante screamed from the impact of the bullet to his brain, coupled with Vincent's attack on his neck, gnawing his teeth through to the center.

The vigilante toppled over, and Vincent spat out the bloodied contents in his mouth to the side and wiped his lips clean with a handkerchief that was tucked away in his pocket. Charlotte ran over to him and buried her face into his chest.

His eyes still haven't calmed down with the bright gold, and Charlotte squeezed him tighter. The sheer amount of bloodshed and gore was too much for her now that she had taken into account the whole area, and it made her sick to her stomach.

Vincent placed his hand down on her shoulder. "Let's go down. I'll call Stone to bring people to come to clean this up."

Charlotte wiped her cheeks. "Your injuries?"

"Nothing too bad," he said easily. "I'll get yours wrapped up immediately when we get back."

"Can you tell?"

"How can I not when you are holding onto your side along with the strong scent of blood emitting from the center of your body?"

Charlotte pulled away from his embrace. "Let's go back. I can't deal to look at this all any longer."

"You did well though."

Charlotte gave him a sad smile. "I did what I had to."

"This is the reality that I live in, Charlotte."

"I know, and I don't know if I should feel proud of you for surviving or conflicted from the sheer amount of lives lost here in this moment."