CHAPTER 15: I CAN'T TRUST YOU!
Malik sprayed the house as he laughed hysterically. Tanya still prayed she would survive. There were many things needed to be avenged.
Malik tried to stand, but to no avail. His body rang in pain as he tried. More pain as he realized he mustn't stop shooting, it might mean failure and death. His hysterical laughter became a shouted groaning.
Victor was fast, he had already shot him on his leg before escaping Malik's bullets.
"Fuck!" He yelled.
The house became a loud coughing structure from he loud bangs that emerged from the submachine gun. Steel screamed, glass shattered, wood broke and foam boomed as the bullets chewed into them.
"What do we do!" Tanya screamed out, hoping Victor would hear her. Perhaps she hadn't thought twice. The gun fired shots at the concrete she used as a shield. The concrete would not hold the impact of the bullets, it would not be long before it fell apart. Now was not the time to cry. She needed...
Her thought was interrupted by the sudden cease of the loud bangs from Malik's gun. She peeped from the concrete and saw Victor standing over Malik's body with a knife that dripped of Malik's blood. She saw blood ooze from Malik's neck. Victor had stabbed his neck at the perfect point. She sighed, she had needed a miracle.
"Now let's move!" Victor limped over the body and grabbed her hand. She snatched it off immediately.
"I can walk!" She shouted at him.
"Fine!" He brandished the submachine gun he had taken from Malik before opening the door.
The street was empty. It was expected. Everyone would be in their houses behind locked doors and closed windows, shivering and saying their last prayers in whatever language they could as they awaited the police's arrival. Only an imbecile would be on the street by now when multiple gunshots echoed in the street, from a single house.
"There." Victor pointed at a car. It was parked across the road. He limped ahead of Tanya as they both hurried to the car.
"Get in the car." Victor said as he tried opening the door to the driver's seat.
"I can drive." Tanya said, stopping his hands from opening the door.
"We don't have time for this, come on! We need to leave now!"
"I can't trust you!" She screamed at him.
"Okay! But your father had trusted me before he died at the hands of that woman you call your mother!"
Tanya's grip on his hand lessened. What was going on? Her mind blurred.
"How dare you!" She affronted him and wanted to grab his throat. Victor was trained, he had grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her. It was like he had anticipated her move. She grunted in pain, she was stuck.
"Any move now would break your arm for good, but I ain't gonna hurt you. There's more you would know when we are safer."
He pushed her as he left her hand. "Now Tanya, get in the car."
She walked over the other seat and opened the door after Victor had revved the engine. Just as he began driving, sirens were heard hurrying from distance. The sound reduced as they drove around a corner.
"Put it on." He gave her a face cap. She snatched it from him to her head.
She heard sirens and saw police cars driving past them. The face cap they wore hid their identity so well, if at all they could be recognized without the caps on.
She sighed as their car drove further into mystery.
"I know it's hard, but you've gotta trust me." Victor said, handling the steering wheel gently as he drove.
In some dark rusty place where used papers were thrown around by the dirty air, a man took off his helmet and punched some numbers into a phone.
There was the sound of static electricity, followed by a beeping sound.
"Status?" The voice at the other end of the phone was thick. The question came like a rude thunder.
"Results are still processing," a strange man said as he tapped on his helmet. His voice was cool and fearless. It was a miracle how such voice could come from an unstable mind.
"I want success in your mission, no fault." The voice said after seconds of uneasy silence that was occasionally broken by the sound of static electricity.
"For sure." He said. Just immediately, the phone was hung up. He had never seen his hirer's face and will never do. He prayed nothing would warrant him to see his hirer's face, it meant one thing. Failure on his part and death as a reward. Malik must not fail, he sighed in his heart as he lit a cigarette from his pocket. He glanced at his watch and puff smoke from his nose.
He expected Malik's call two minutes from now, at most.
Hadn't been he had known better.