Hello, My Name Is: Death
(Attention: this chapter is in Jerek's Point Of View. Enjoy!)
I parked the car, jumping out and slamming the door shut, holding onto the blade so tightly my knuckles were white. I walked around the car to where five guards were standing with armas in their hands, circling me.
"Hey guys," I said, and they raised their guns. "Guess we can't settle this over a cup of tea?"
"No." A man said, and pulled the trigger.
I jumped into the air, flipping over the guard nearest me, and used him as a sheild while the bullet struck him in the chest. He fell to the ground in pain, and I grabbed the man seguinte to me, I threw him against the back of the car, taking the end of the blade and thrusting it into his stomach, pulling it out and swinging the scyth part into his chest. Two down, three to go. I heard three mais gun shots, and I hid behind the car. Once I heard silence, I took the blade and threw it around the bend of the car, heard a grunt, and summer-saulted towards the blade I threw, pulled it out of his stomach, and swung it in an arc towards the fourth man, hitting him in the neck and spun around to where the last man standing was looking scared.
"You scared?" I asked.
"No." He threw the gun at me, and as I dodged it, I chopped it in half in mid-air with the scythe, and felt a sudden bullet of pain go through me.
I turned around and saw the last man pull the dagger out of my back, and thrust it into my stomach. I yelped out in pain as I fell to my knees, and as he removed the dagger, I swung my scythe, cutting his hand off. The hand holding the faca dropped to the ground with a thud, and he started running to the castle. I threw my scythe at him, and watched it whirl in the air. The blade struck him in the back, and he fell to the ground only ten feet in front of me. I got to my feet, grabbed the hilt of the blade, and started dragging him back to the car, gripping my stomach with my arm.
"Damn." I muttered, and pulled the blade out of his back. I put the blade in the car.
I then picked up the bodies and pulled them one por one into the woods, stringing them up as best as I could from the lowest branch of the lowest árvore in vines and twigs. I spun on my heel, heading back to the car, and got into the backseat, removing my camisa and looking at the damage I just endured.
'You're gonna' get yourself killed!' Cyd's voice echoed in my mind.
"I almost did." I said out loud, and started feeling dizzy. I looked around for anything to stop the bleeding, and fell over onto the leather upholstery.
Before I blacked out, I heard the crunching of gravel as a car pulled into the gravel road.