Page 30 of Inside of You, Vol. One
But that feeling of bliss is short-lived.
Another shot rings out. The sound is closer this time. So is the sharp cry of some woman. And closer yet, is the heavy pounding of several pairs of boots.
Kazimir leans away from you. “Always stay close to me.”
Though disoriented, you keep the gun at your side and hurry behind him.
Your heart pumps with fear, but you know you’re with the Lion.
Although danger is here, he will keep you safe.
You both lower onto the ground and duck behind the bed. Where moments ago the bed was a place where Kazimir utterly consumed you, now it is the only barrier between both of you and the Scorpion.
Outside in the hallway, chaos erupts.
Gunfire booms.
A man cries out in pain. A hollow thud sounds next as if a heavy weight dropped to the floor.
Footsteps pound towards the room.
The loud clatter of bullets echo through the hallway, drowning out cursing and panicked screaming.
Shivers run through you.
And then the shooting is right outside the door.
Boom. Boom.
Someone is slamming against the door, doing his best to break through. The hinges rattle. The nails loosen from the structure.
“Yeah.” Kazimir sneers. “That’s right. Come right to me.”
Boom. Boom.
You duck down, but peek your eyes over the bed.
Kazimir keeps his head and body low too, but his hand lays on the bed.
The door cracks on the side.
“Come on, little Scorpion.” He grabs the rocket launcher and aims at the door. “I have the perfect black suit for your funeral.”
The door crashes open.
Five huge men storm through with their guns pointing forward.
“Welcome!” Kazimir pulls the rocket launcher’s trigger.
Two of the men in front scream and bump into the others as they try to race away.
But, there’s no possibility of escape.
A large rocket zips their way at an overwhelming speed. Light flashes. The men explode and the floor vibrates from the impact. Flames appear where their heads were. The scorched remains of their bodies land on the other side of the room.
Your mouth drops open.
Smoke fills the air.
