Dual Minds: Deep Web

"I'm just your friendly neighborhood Dexter." He waved, forcing a smile.

The arm of Marie tensed.... her senses became sharper, her whole being warped.

Dexter?.... Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, DEXTER, DEXTER, DEXTER!!!!

The name ringed loud bells on her brain and hit it violently over and over again. That name, that name, sure anyone can be called like that, but the pure name was enough to make her anger go out of control.

After all that's the man who ruined her childhood.

She was a different existence now, a ferocious creature ready to completely shred it's victim into pieces. So what if she had only an iron pipe, that was enough to kill that bastard. Dexter’s eyes narrowed on the pipe as he watched her knuckles go white and pop from tight squeeze she had on it. He’d already been out of her sight by the time she started swinging.

The pipe skimmed over his hair as he ducked down from Marie’s violent swings. He couldn't stop the wolfish smile from forming on his face.

Who knew a man his age could move so quick? He took in a sharp breath as he rolled away from and managed to stumble back to his feet. Dexter let out another quick breath as he prepared for her next attack.

One.....one attack and he was already out of breath.

Sharper eyes maybe but less stamina for sure.

What was that?, Marie did not had time to process the idea, her arm swinged again against her enemy, she was just a killing machine and Dexter her target, anything else had no importance to her now. Dexter barely pivoted his body out of the way as he tripped over his own feet and fell on his side.

Marie’s pipe did not slow in motion and soared through Dexter’s previous position smashing into the side of Anita’s face. "Jesus!" Dexter snapped watching the pipe bounce off the girl's cheek. "Chill the fuck out girl."

Did it hit something?... What did it hit?... She didn't care, it was just a stone in the way, her enemy was still there, the arm readied again, yet this time it did not move.

A blonde woman with red eyes, the girl's bodyguard was now holding the arm of the girl from behind.

"Lady, stop this now!" exclaimed, yet Marie's arm struggled to continue her attack.

Lennia saw no other choice but to punch the head of the girl with her free arm. Only that made Marie escape from her violent trance, yet it didn't diminish her fury.

"Stay the fuck outta this, I'm gonna kill this bastard, I'm gonna kill him for Mother. Why aren't you killing him Lennia? You should be hating him, every single one of us should be hating him!!!" Exclaimed

Lennia sighed and remaining calm she spoke "Yes, that's true, I also have a grudge against Dexter and I'm resisting the urge to kill him here and now, I also can confirm you that this is indeed the Dexter. However you're ignoring Mother's will, and she did proclaimed to not kill this man."

"A leg or two aren't bad either, or what if we kill her partner... that would be fine also!!!" exclaimed Marie

"Calm down!!" exclaimed Lennia.

"You don't understand how I feel!!!, this bastard ruined my life!!!, you weren't just a kid when that happened!!" replied Marie.

Lennia clicked her tongue while forcefully dragging Marie away. Her eyes then fixed on Dexter.

"I wouldn't be smiling if I were you. The spawns want you dead and some are even willing to defy The Queen's will. I don't understand why Mother decided not to kill you, but I'm sincerely expecting your head to be hanging from a pike soon, I will personally drink the blood from it when that happens." stated the blonde woman.

Dexter blinked. “Um….who are you people?” He asked. “I mean I’m sorry if I ruined your lives but I really don’t remember any of you.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I have a lot of enemies who all seem to say that.” Dexter's smile never wavered. "But come on ladies, cliched threats aren't the way to solve it."

"Hello! Excuse me!" Trisha shouted, stomping up to the women. "This was supposed to be about executing Shep not Dexter!"

Lennia studied the woman.

Hold on a second isn't she.... Thought for a moment and then it finally made sense to her.
So that's why Mother doesn't want to kill Dexter

"I repeat what the lady said. We are interested into the territory, executing Shep was an easy task but it was necessary for us to remain hidden, yet as things had turned now we'll may have to act. I ask for a proof you're not actually interested in his territory, otherwise we'll have to label you as enemies..." Her eyes fixed on Dexter again.. "Well, you are enemies already, but what I mean, is that we'll may have to take drastic measures" said Lennia to Trisha.

Dexter looked over at Trisha. "Any way to prove that we aren't enemies."

"Hmmmm." She hummed placing her hand on her hip. "Well a family meth business sure would be fun buuuuut I only wanted to rip apart Shep due to personal reasons."

"Fuck!" Dexter snapped turning his back to the two enemy women and quickly made his way back over to Anita who was obviously still reeling from the attack she'd been on the receiving end of it. "You alright kid?" He asked. "Need a hospital trip?"

The Word’s legs had been locked into place during Marie’s rampage, that girl….no more like a freaking monster.

That’s the second time he’d seen her viciously assault someone and this time it happened to be Anita and almost the shady guy.

"I can drive her." He spoke up. "If you need it?" He said shifting away from Marie and her company but still keeping healthy distance away from Trisha.

 

"Just...take me home...I'm done." Anita says weaky, lying flat on her back from the force of the blow, holding her cheek. pained tears squeezed past her squinting eyes and she was not ashamed of them. Because that hurt like unexspected labour.

She looks up at the two, frowning she adds. "and when I say take me home I'm talking to Word not you Dexter. I want nothing to do with you, or Shep, or miss Tiffany. No offence mind you, just not into the whole murdure and stuff. Get what I am saying?"

 

"...You do realize that you're a narcissistic pompous ass with an ego the size of a small continent, right? Just because you've done some notable things in your career, that doesn't give you a right to shirk your duties, start up some stupid little TV show, and investigate small time happenings which the local government could investigate on their own without the help of some idiot FBI agent that drags around a camera crew with him and alerts just about everyone that something's going on, including those that are being investigated in the first place, you realize that you're nothing but a huge nuisance, right?"

Something ugly flared up in the eyes of Brown. “Hey kid!” He snapped leaning in close to Joe. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but you better learn to respect authority real fast before I have you thrown off this crime scene.”

His attention went back to Jessica. "So how about it PI you see anything that could be connected to this slaughter. Either of you?"

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"and when I say take me home I'm talking to Word not you Dexter. I want nothing to do with you, or Shep, or miss Tiffany. No offence mind you, just not into the whole murdure and stuff. Get what I am saying?"

"Hey that's offensive." Dexter scoffed. "I'm not a murderer like the rest of these psychos."

The Word sighed as he helped Anita off the ground, his eyes as if expecting to be smashed in the back of the head at any moment now. "See I was right they are government agents. You alright?"

 

I knew I was pressing the right buttons... just a little more. I smiled at him smugly, my arms crossed and my head tilted slightly to the side. I knew this would push him over the edge and send me away. "If I did know something, which I don't, I'd talk to someone with actual authority, not some self important washed up old hack with the delusion of authority and has the constant craving of attention of millions of brain dead fans that don't realize the thinly veiled truth, that truth being, you're nothing." I said.

 

"Just because they're of questionable sanity does not mean they are goverment agents Word, and no I am certainly not alright."

She rubs her cheeks, and grunts. "Can we go now?"

 

Jessica had to turn away at this point to keep from laughing. She was gonna buy this boy an ice cream. And then nail whoever was abusing him to a wall like a butterfly under glass. She had to admit, this boy had spunk, she was liking him immensely.
"The kid has your number, Brown," Jessica said. "Tell you what, I'll make sure he keeps his mouth shut in exchange for what you yourself have found so far. Then I'll help you out and you can take all the credit for this murder scene." She grinned a brilliant smile. "Imagine the ratings you're big head will get after that."

 

"Woah woah what the fuck!?" Yelled a voice coming from the trees nearby. It was Mikkish, approaching the scene menacingly. Marie, Anita, and some other fuckers he saw at the library were there, but most importantly there was Shep, laying on the ground,tied up.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Mikkish said angrily, as he approached Shep, then knelt down to try and unbind him.

 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Anita says annoyed by his lack of insight, she shoves him away from Shep. "Moron, why don't you asses the situation before trying to act blindly. You're about to release a killer who's finally been cuaght. As for whats going on I don't know I just got a text to come here and I did. And am suffering dearly for it."She rubs her cheek again.

 

"What the hell? Shep didn't never kill anyone, jus run a business. And don't shove me damnit." Mikkish said, getting up and facing Dexter and Trisha "Who are you and what the fuck are you doin? Ya don't look like Fourth Reich skinheads to me."

 

The menacing hand of the blonde woman pressed the shoulder of Mikkish with an unsuspected strenght.

"We are not Fourth Reich, we are The Cocoon, and we want Shep to be tied down there before we kill him. You probably didn't noticed it, but we're here talking about business involving Shep, whatever the outcome is, Shep is dead. You are clearly opposing us with that act, I ask you to cease from doing it if you have a speck of respect for your life"

 

"I'm not apart of any buiness." Anita states in responce to the blonds statements steping back and raising her hands in the air in a gesture of innocence. "But I highly doubt Shep never shed any blood, hell the man threatened to kill me twice already, and was more then willing to break down my door and beat the shit out of me on nothing more then a false asumption."

Then she gives him a hard look. "Why are you defending him anyway? What do you get a hard on for assholes or something?"

 

Mikkish let out a sigh. Everybody talked so much shit about Shep. "Shep is my homie, aright? So yeah, i'm 'opposing' you." Mikkish said, kneeling down to try and untie Shep again, ready to whip out his brass knuckles and wack anyone who tried to stop him.

 

"Ya? well he wants to kill me and I ain't gonna just let you loose a mad man on me or my family. Go to a church if you want a homie."

And she gets in the way again, arms crossed. "Shitty choice of friend you got there by the way."

 

"Ha, ya got the wrong guy if you think I got to church. Not all us rednecks are religious." Mikkish said, rushing to Anita and shoving her to the side "Now get the fuck outa my way. Shep aint no killer." Mikkish knelt again to untie Shep.

 

Lennia sighed while reading a large and sharp weapon on her left hand, not long enough to be called a sword or shortsword, neither too short to be called a knife, the handle also was extra longer to serve as a blunt weapon on the other side.

She did not aim the sharp side to the boy, it wasn't her intention to shed not needed blood, yet if verbal warnings were not enough...

The blunt side fiercely impacted the face of Mikkish pushing him aside. The woman did not contain her strenght, hoping for the impact to knock down the boy, still in case he still retained his consciousness she said

"I think I told you to stay aside from this, next time I won't be merciful with you"

 

What to do?

Option 1: take his word for it. F*** that, Shep attacked her based off nothing! She certainly isn't going to take his word for it.

Option 2: Fight him, she had a knife, he was kneeling. But then, the idea of fighting and actually drawing blood made her uneasy. Anita was a snark, and cleverly cruel but she was no barbarian. besides, she didn't know if she could win, she'd not a fighter.

Option 3: Call the police, oh wait, phones dead...

"I think I'll go with option four." she mutters.

What was option 4? force him to attack her, take a beating sure but Word and Dexter were there, and as a plus. She could sue him, get him thrown in jail, and still have Shep taken care of. Still she didn't like the thought of getting beat up.

*BAM!* Lenia attacks him! hitting him hard!

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...

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"Okay then! Option 5 it is!"

 

Mikkish was paying no attention to anything but Shep's binds, determined to save him, when he felt the blunt pain of Lennia's handle on his face, throwing him aside.. He barely knew what hit him before everything went black and Mikkish collapsed, passing out. A large bruise appeared on his face where he was hit.

 

The hit of the woman was clean, not an open wound, neither serious inner damage or fracture, still strong enough to make the boy faint, a skill that only a person with an extensive and deep knowledge and training in the usage of short ranged weapons could have.

Lennia made the blade spin over her hand and now the sharp side aimed at Trisha.

"What are you waiting? If you truly want to kill him do it now, any waste of time can be a potential threat, or perhaps is that you're waiting for someone to use him as a bargain?" Asked the blonde woman, her abnormal red eyes viciously reflected the sunlight just like the tip of the weapon did.

 

"What are you waiting? If you truly want to kill him do it now, any waste of time can be a potential threat, or perhaps is that you're waiting for someone to use him as a bargain?"

Dexter eyed her blade and then his gaze went back to the beaten Shep. "Oh yeah he's looking like a real potential threat." He walked smoothly in front of the blade's tip putting his body in front of Trisha. "Isn't it obvious?" Dexter sighed. "She's already said it, she invited everyone out here to kill Shep and she's not gonna have it any other way till everyone is here for it."

Dexter sighed as he pressed his finger on the non lethal side of the sword pushing down. "Look I think it would all do us some good if we all just sat down and held hands and had a nice cup of tea."

 

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"Look I think it would all do us some good if we all just sat down and held hands and had a nice cup of tea."

Don't forget to sing Kumbaya. Lacey smirked, peeking behind a tree. She'd been hiding since The Word had arrived and the whole time she'd had to keep from bursting out laughing. This was insane...and Harley was missing it!

On the trip over, Lacey had pondered what craziness Harley had been thinking. She'd begged her for weeks to come to the lake, then she just decided to invite a whole crowd on account of Shep? Something didn't sit quite right with her text message. For one, Harley rarely ever used her phone. Either she sent it because she was high, extremely angry, both, or for another reason; which apparently had been the case. A hilarious one. The place that was usually filled with loud music and drunk teens had turned into a meeting of wanna-be murderers! Seriously, that one lady had a freaking sword!

How Harley's mom had managed to beat Shep, she didn't know. But no way was Lacey gonna let any of them continue down the path they were on. Mikkish had tried to stop them, but she could do better. Well, anyone could do better than a slow redneck...still though, she had a plan.

Keeping her gaze fixed on the car, Lacey walked quietly through the woods, using tree trunks to cover her from sight. Years of playing hide and seek with Harley had perfected her stealth. Not that anyone could hear her anyway over Ms. Sugar's voice.

"OOOOH! Yes! Tea would be lovely!" she shouted with a clap of her hands.

Lacey rolled her eyes, standing ten feet away from the car. Shep still was laying half conscious in the open trunk, but he wouldn't be for long.

Lacey spit her gum into the grass before she readied herself in a running stance, counting in her head.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

And, she was off! Lacey swung the car door open and shut so hard, it was a wonder it didn't break. Hurriedly, she twisted the key that Harley's mom had been stupid enough to leave inside and the radio blasted through the speakers. After putting the car in drive, she hit the petal to the floor, sending the Volkswagen speeding down the hill, kicking up dirt every which way.

Lacey let out a squeal as she fought for control, slamming on the brakes. Adrenaline rushed through her veins with every bump and bounce, but it was no use and Lacey didn't have time to process what happened when the airbag blew up in her face.

Upon seeing the disaster, Trisha screamed louder than Dexter had ever heard. "NOOOOOO! MY CAR!"

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"If I did know something, which I don't, I'd talk to someone with actual authority, not some self important washed up old hack with the delusion of authority and has the constant craving of attention of millions of brain dead fans that don't realize the thinly veiled truth, that truth being, you're nothing."

"The kid has your number, Brown," Jessica said. "Tell you what, I'll make sure he keeps his mouth shut in exchange for what you yourself have found so far. Then I'll help you out and you can take all the credit for this murder scene." She grinned a brilliant smile. "Imagine the ratings you're big head will get after that."

Brown snorted, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed into a furious expression as his face started to turn a dark shade of red and before Joe could react Brown's hand shot out gripping the boy by his throat closing off his windpipe.

"Nobody has my fucking number!" He snapped in a whisper, pulling Joe close to his face. "Do you understand?" He snarled. "Now both of you get the hell off my crime scene." With that he released Joe's neck dropping the boy to the ground, his fist balling.

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Dexter winced at the screaming as he looked over the cliff to see Shep Nelson tumbling out of the trunk and further down the hill.

But the real horror came from the fact that Trisha’s bug had just been used to murder a tree but…by the looks of it the tree wasn't having it and had turned the tables by turning the front of the vehicle into a scrap heap.

"What…." He said raising an eyebrow looking at the confused faces around him. “Just happened?” One second a sword in his face and the next a car had been jacked by an obviously poor driver. “This town really has some terrible criminals.” He muttered scanning the wreckage as little pieces of glass dangled from the shattered wind shield and faint smoke rose from the engine.

"Welp." He sighed doing what he always did in dangerous situations, light a cigarette. "This was fun....we should do this again sometime." He nodded his head. "Come on Trisha."

The Word unlike Dexter hadn’t wasted his time, the car rolling down the hill was the advantage he’d needed to make a quick escape.

He grasped Anita’s hand and quickly began moving through the woods. "Freaking…" He breathed, already winded from the running he was doing. "Aliens!"

 

Both Marie and Lennia looked in atonishment, it was a development they didn’t expect neither predicted at all.

"That kind of.... potential threat.... " mumbled Lennia

“That fucker!!” exclaimed Marie while Lennia released her grip and both run down the hill to catch Shep.

Yet he was already caught…

A young teenager stood there in the middle of the hill stopping Shep’s rolling with one feet. It was already weird for him to be there, but more bizarre was his aspect.

The boy was dressed on casual clothing, blue jeans and a red sleeveless flannel shirt, yet his clothing was totally wasted, tore in some points, burned in others, strangely clean, an unnatural match, also carried a bagpack equally wasted. He had a light brown messy short hair and his naked forearms and face were covered by burn scars and a eternal smile as decoration.

Both Marie and Lennia stopped as soon as they saw him, both’s eyes widened as both knew the guy.

He produced a knife and over it he cracked a small white crystal, then he put it close his nose and sniffed it, his body tensed for an instant and then he opened his dark brown eyes.

“Woaaaah!!! This shit is awesome!!!! Between this bastards’s product and what The Dream sells wonder what’s better shit!!!” exclaimed the boy excited, he then looked at both women and said.

“Yoooooo!!! Long time no? nice to see the girls again!!!” He then begun to seek for something and mumbled… “Can’t see the other gal’ aren’t you two lik… always together or what?... aaaa never mind, nevermind!!!”


Lennia was the first to speak, although surprised she remained calm “Haven’t seen you in a while, can I ask what are you doing here?”

“I came ‘cause I was bored!!! I heard you guys wanted to get rid of some big don or whatever shit, but hey.. this guy’s pathetic… can’t deny his shit is awesome though!!!” said while looking at his feet.


“So good I want more ya know??!!” said and then the boy kicked the face of Shep, blood flew as a signal of damage, he then turned around and kicked him on the body, the position was such that he continued rolling down the hill.


Marie’s eyes widened and then she exclaimed. “Hey! Scott, what the fuck are you do………” yet she couldn’t end the phrase as her body was pushed backward by an opposing force, the fist of the boy covered now in blood.

“DON’T CALL ME LIKE THAT BITCH!!! THAT’S NOT MY NAM YOU KNOW?.... I’M THE PRIMAL, AND YOU ALL GOTTA CALL ME LIKE THAT YA HEARD???!!!”

The boy then was pushed by a fierce kick sent by the blonde woman who exclaimed. “Stop this! Attacking the lady like that, is something I can’t allow even if you’re also a spawn!”

The boy who named himself The Primal stood with certain difficulty but not in pain, the crystal’s effect didn’t allow the pain to have importance for his mind.

“Oh! The Vampire’s kicks are always so strong…. Ya gotta calm down, bitch crossed the line calling me like that….”

Marie’s nose was bleeding when she stood up clearly angry yet fearful to attack the boy.

“So what the fuck are you doing here huh?... ya let Shep escape!!!” exclaimed Marie, yet the boy passed by her and walked toward the couple in the hill.

“I said I want more of his shit… I don’t care of whatever shit you want with that bitch, I don’t care… there is something more juicy here…. The bastard who fucked us all!!” exclaimed while heading to Dexter.

“Wait! Mother ordered not to…” exclaimed Lennia who was interrupted by the violent boy.

“Tha fuck are you saying?... she said that shit obviously to make us all go wild!!!” He then looked at Dexter and said.

“Nice to meetcha fucker”

With a quick sequence of movements the boy’s arms went to the bagpack and drew from it a crystal bottle, with the same quick sequence the boy litted the white paper that came from the bottle, all without having to take off the bag.

He smiled and said “And go fuck in hell bitch!!”

Then he threw the Molotov cocktail right in Dexter’s direction.

 

I could tell that he was going to strike, I'd seen that look in his eyes several times... I barely managed to anticipate that he was going to strangle me... I took a quick intake of breath... it would just be like holding my breath... except it'd hurt more. I felt his hands over the gauze covering my throat, pressing down... constricting my windpipe. I wasn't afraid though... this wasn't the same circumstances I was used to, open area, witnesses, and someone nearby to stop him. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me afraid... I just looked back into his eyes coldly and calmly, gripping his wrists as hard as I possibly could. I let go when he released me and rubbed my neck.

I merely exhaled and crossed my arms, my hands balled into fists. "...You're the most pathetic person within a mile radius, you have to prove you're tough by attacking a kid? Such a big man you are." I said coldly and condescendingly, I turned around. "May we never have the misfortune of meeting again, Worthless Agent, Brown." I said, I managed to keep my anger out of my voice masterfully... it was easy for me to hide what I was really feeling, I've been doing it every single day of my life after all. I wanted to hit him, I wanted to scream at him, but I knew either would give him satisfaction. I just began walking away, silently hoping that an officer saw this violent exchange and Brown would get what was coming to him.

 

The Word’s eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks a gasp escaping from his lips as he looked behind him to see fire and smoke erupt from where him and Anita had previously just been standing. Before Anita could protest she found herself taken to the ground by a nervously sweating word. “This is it!” He snapped keeping his voice low. “The Apocalypse is finally here and were at the center.” He huffed.
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Dexter’s blood curdling woman like scream erupted loud enough that birds took off flying in every direction.

In his long forty eight years of life he’d been shot, stabbed, broken and beaten but being lit on a fire was a new level of pain.

His clothing was engulfed and didn’t take the flames and hot pieces of glass to dig into his skin. Dexter’s mind worked even as the pain blurred his vision and brought him down to his knees. He ripped off his shirt revealing his bubbling and cooking flesh he didn’t waste time rolling to extinguish the flames.

The once calm man had been reduced to tearful screams as he lay shirtless on his flayed back, his shoulder also smoking and chest sizzling as glass wound entries leaked from all sides on to the dirt.

Trisha's attention shifted from the ruined car and her eyes widened in horror. "DEXTER!"

Rushing over to him, she took no time to pull out the gun hidden beneath her clothes and aim at the boy who'd been the cause.

With gritted teeth, she squeezed the trigger and the bullet flew directly into The Primal's stomach toppling the maniac over. "Die! Die! Die!" Trisha repeated in a machine like tone while she lifted Dexter off the ground. When he was secure over her shoulder, she backed away from the scene, pointing her gun frantically at Marie and Lennia ready to deliver the same fate.

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Brown’s smug grin returned as he watched Joe retreat. “Run a long little rabbit.” He said turning to his camera crew. “Did any of you see anything?”

And as if they were trained each of them shook their heads in fact the camera team had been blocking the view of the other police officers and a number of the pedestrians were far too caught up in viewing the body bags.

"I suggest you two stay out of my investigation." He said turning his back to them.

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A small giggle escaped Shep’s lips as drops of blood leaked from his mouth.

Just ….a little more, he’d managed to retrieve a long piece of glass from one of the broken car windows when he’d been tackled and he wasted no time into his bindings. He paid no attention as the glass dug into his skin and a small 'snik' was heard as his hands were freed.

“Bitch!” Shep’s vicious voice sounded as Marie suddenly found a piece of glass being stabbed into her Achilles tendon and was launched into Lennia as Shep shot off the ground rocketing his shoulder into Marie.

"Dead!" He breathed. "All fuc-" The cracking sound of a gun was heard a again and Shep instantly spun around, his face twisting in rage as his ear had suddenly been replaced by wet scarlet. "Wha?" His beady eyes turned to Trisha.

That was the cunt that had caused all this, killed his new allies.....and now she'd just shot off his ear.

Shep didn't look a gun as he took off running through the woods Trisha wasted no time in firing more shots at her fleeing enemy and at the two Spawns as she moved into thick of the forest her injured ex still draped over her.

 

"Fuck!!" exclaimed Marie while falling down to the ground.

"That idiot!" said Lennia while forcefully dragging Marie away from the bullets, on the middle of the shooting one scratched her shoulder making her mouth twist into pain, yet she ignored it and raised the girl over her shoulder.

What to do?, shall sh counterattack them? Yet the scene is already chaotic, it was a dangerous idea to get closeby..... besides on sunlight and open field she was risking to reveal their secret.

She waved her head in denial and whispered.
"Nathalia you hear me?.... we have to retreat for now" She then rolled with the girl and positioned behind a tree waiting for the moment to escape.

"I'm already close to them...." Lennia heard the reply and her eyes visualized the dark areas.

Marie was confused, she never understood the method of communication these two had, several meters of distance and still Lennia spoke normally with the other person.

Scorching fire begun also to consume the green hill, being a summer day, the grass was dry enough to be burned without problem and thus the heat increased with a thick smoke covering the air.

The Primal lied on the ground yet it wasn't for so much time, he painfully stood up with a smile on his face. His now open shirt revealed a hard protection covering his chest with the portion where the bullet hit now damaged.

"Bullet proof vest bitch!!" Exclaimed while throwing an small object to the ground, as soon as it fell it begun to spread a thick white smoke that mixed with the smoke coming from the burning ground, worked as a perfect cover from the sight of guns.
From the wall of smoke a couple more of Molotov Cocktails flied in Trisha and Dexter's direction

 

"and....I hear gun shots!" Anita shouts barely keeping pace with Word. "Great! just great, why didn't I just leave? Why?" She could only hope and pray the shots were Sheps taxi to hell, and no one else.

"This is F*** man, really messed and screams too. Like really woman screams, hope that's Shep too."

Suddenly Word takes her to the ground and...well she wasn't sure what he was doing, but it freaked her the hell out, them suddenly so close with his smelly, sweat soaked body pushed up close against her...

"Get off me you dimwit!" She gives him a sharp kick and throws him off, then gets to her feet flushed and muttering curses. "Nows not the time for your stupidity, we need to run while we can, and contact the police ASAP."