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kittenofanarchy · 4 years

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Choleen Part 1

*Haven’t written in quite some time so if this is trash sorry not sorry*

“We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?” “Actually, it’s more like eight.” “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

Choleen and Cleonie were walking around Oakland shopping for the day when they heard motorcycles coming up behind them. Glancing over her left shoulder, Chol spotted ape hangers and Mayan kuttes. Chol grabbed Cleo by the arm, “Shit. Shit. Shit,” were the only words coming out of her mouth as she dragged them towards an empty lot that had cars to hide behind. There wasn’t much to hide behind though just a few cars and if they were circled around they would really be screwed.

“Come out come out little girls” one of the Mayans taunted over the roar of the engines coming into the lot. I pushed Cleo down as far as I could behind one of the larger cars, and then peaked over the edge of the car trying not to be seen. At the same time, I pulled my gun out of my bag. While I was looking at the clip Cleo states, “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”

“Actually, it’s more like eight.” I muttered, slamming the clip back into the gun. “I’m trying to come up with a plan, but I only have ten rounds.” I rolled my neck. The Mayans were starting to wander around the lot now, looking for us.

“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!” she retorted, “Should I call the guys?”

“That would be nice.” I snapped, realizing I didn’t have my silencer, I would be giving away our location the second I went to shoot at anyone. I crouched down next to Cleo who was getting dirt all over her white blouse, her hair was beginning to fall out of the pony tail that she had it up in. Meanwhile I was dressed in torn skinny jeans, steel toed combat boots and one of my knit sweaters. My hair was slowly falling out of its messy bun. I wasn’t sure what we were going to do, I was resisting the urge to scream, when one of the Mayans were coming closer. I knew I had to so something, I started running away from Cleo, keep her safe. They did exactly as I thought they would, came after me. I was the bigger threat, I was the one who knew how to kill. The first one came in close and I levelled the first shot at his head. The next was quick, I would give him that. He caught me with a punch to the face, but he wasn’t fast enough to avoid the butt of my gun to his before I shot him in the face.

That was two down, five more coming towards me, I didn’t know where the sixth one was, but I would deal with that soon. Currently, five on one was a bit of a difference when it came to odds. I shot at another, but missed, “Shit.” I whispered, ducking around another car. If I kept on the move I could hopefully take them all out before I was hurt. I ducked under a car when I heard shots coming at me. In a quick lull I popped up and shot twice, two dead hits. “Four more to go Chol” I told myself. I was on the move again, I wasn’t sure where these three were currently. I move quick and quiet, just how I was taught to move. They taught me more, but that was supposed to be when I was on assignment alone, not when I had someone with me. And normally that someone knew how to fight as well, but Cleo was my innocence. She was that friend, who I could always rely on to be cute and fun. Even when she was analyzing my head after a kill, but she knew when to ask questions and when not to.

Suddenly there was a Mayan in front of me, I ducked the first punch, but the second caught me in the rib cage. I let out a slight yelp in pain but didn’t let him get another shot. I turned my elbow into his face, when he tried to take my hands behind my back. I caught him in the face, then used my foot to give us some distance, lining up another shot I took him out as well. Just in time as one of his friends came up behind me, taking us to the ground. We rolled a few times before he ended up on top, his aim was the gun, mine was to take him out. So, I let my hand go lose on the gun, letting him think he had the upper hand before taking the other a hitting him in the jugular. He leaned to the right and I managed to get him off of me before he recovered, grabbing my gun back up I shot him without a care.

I was beginning to tire now, except there were two more, one of which I didn’t know where they were. The Mayan who had been taunting us before started up again, “Come out come out little girl. I know your around this area somewhere. And you sure seem to know your way around a gun.” He was coming around a large truck that I was near, I ducked under it just as he came around the last of the end. I hid behind the tired being sure to keep out of sight and quiet. I needed to get surprise on him, I would take him out and back track to Cleo. Make sure she was safe before finding the last Mayan.

I slowly moved out from under the truck once he past me, “You looking for me?” I taunted lining the sights up on my gun.

“You little bitch think you can escape?” He questioned. I planted my feet as he lunged towards me and shot twice. He was dead before he hit the ground.

“You’re the bitch.” I spat. I turned back towards where I left Cleo and moved slowly, checking my gun clip while I was at it. Like I thought I was down to one shot, this one had to be good. I was ignoring the searing pain going through my side as much as I could. I could do something about it once I made sure that both Cleo and I would get out of this. And maybe the guys would show up to help me take care of this guy. I was almost back to where I had left Cleo when the Mayan came out from between two cars, Cleo in his hands. “Hey man she has nothing to do with anything” I was beyond pissed now, nobody laid a hand on Cleo.

“She does now. You killed my guys. I kill your girl” He held his gun to her head.

“I said she has nothing to do with this” I moved my gun to aim at his head. He was to tall to hid behind her, but if I missed she was still dead. “Why don’t you let her go and take me with you. That’s what you and your boys had planned, and just continue with that.” He tilted his head for half a second, enough that Cleo managed to get an elbow into him, she came running towards me and once she was in reach I pulled her behind me. “Run!” I yelled, pushing her away. He came at me now, enraged, his face turning red and eyes narrowing. I braced for him to hit me, instead he shot at me. I felt it tear through my arm but didn’t stop to give it thought before pulling my trigger. I heard to engines pull into the lot just at my bullet tore through his chest. He didn’t go down right away though, instead hitting me at my center and taking us both down. I had the upper hand now; broken rib and bullet wound were nothing in comparison to a bullet to the chest. I turned the tables and managed to put my small tactical knife to his throat causing him to bleed out.

I stood up and turned, feeling eyes on my back. It was the guys, who had come a bit late. “Thanks for the help” I grouched, holding my injured arm to my chest I looked around for Cleo. I had to know she wasn’t hurt. She was standing by Juice who had an arm around her, she looked to be ok. I moved towards her, as I passed Chibs he placed a hand on my shoulder, I moved away a bit.

He gave a knowing look, “Lass?” he questioned.

“Not now” I growled, moving further out of reach, I reached Cleo and held out the arm the wasn’t injured. She moved towards me instantly, I pulled her close. “You alright?” I asked, looking into her face, her eyes always gave her away.

“Yeah. Yeah. You’re the one who’s hurt.” She whispered with sincerity.

“I’m alright” I lied. I let her go and moved back towards Chibs who would more than likely be driving me back to the Clubhouse. “Time to go?” I asked when it looked like there was a hold up.

“Yeah. Tig and Hap are going to handle the mess you made” Jax rubbed at his chin. I was getting an earful later.

“What else did you expect me to do?” I growled at him. Now was not the time to pick fights with me. “They came after us. Not the other way around. Eight on one is not a fair fight.” I turned an sat on Chibs bike indicating that I was good to go. I was not going to fight him on this. If they had a problem with me being a killer, they could have sent me away years ago. Once everything was sorted and Happy and Tig stayed behind Chibs came over and we were on our way. I wrapped my good arm around him and held onto his belt tight, my injured arm stayed between us, the bike normally brought me peace, but right now all it did was bring me pain. I closed my eyes and tried to block it out best I could, thinking of the copious amounts of whiskey I would be drinking soon. The Scot I was riding with could keep the Scotch.

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