Thread: Now We're Stuck Together (Tech & Candira)

When they'd spotted Lana, they figured she'd be an easy target. They were very wrong. Just because she was a woman didn't mean she was going to be easy to pick off, though it wasn't like you had to be a sharp shooter to take part in an ambush. Having seen her curves, however, they'd chased after the tall, tan woman to the cargo bay and pinned her down in a position that was defensible, but inescapable. She would be quite literally fucked unless she could pick everyone else off. They'd managed to hit her in the thigh as she'd dove for cover, elliciting vision blurring pain and some blood loss. She was just glad she was wearing cargo pants. One of her pockets had had enough gauze in it to stop the worst of the bleeding, but her heart was pushing too much blood to stop it completely. She ran her fingers through her chocolate brown hair and pulled it back again into a ponytail, since a lot of hair had escaped. If ever she had wanted looks to kill, this was the time. Because an icy glare was about all she had left in her arsenal. She'd seriously diminished the amount of bullets she had by simply defending herself up until this point and the bastards had managed to make walking pretty much unbearable. Also, the dizzying blood loss wasn't helping. She was weak and pinned down. As long as she had ammo, she was okay, but the instant she ran out, they would know and they would come for her. That would be the end of it. She had about six rounds left and she prayed that she would not run out before she escaped. They were trying to lure her out by angering her. Psychologically, they had beaten her to a pulp. The only reason she wasn't curled in a ball crying was because she had enough adrenaline pumping through her system to remember that she wanted to stay alive, if for no other reason than to spite the GPF bastards. But the way it sounded they knew they'd won already. Though she'd managed to critically wound at least two of them and kill one more on her way to the cargo bay, they were still outnumbering her and she had no way out of this current predicament while they were all focused on her. Derisive laughter floated through the air and unsettled her already sick stomach. Your little friends are all dead girlie. Why not give up and save us all the trouble? Who knows? If you suck my cock, I might let you live, one called out to her. She lifted her gun, turned it backwards and fired at random. When she heard a scream, she smiled and pulled it back down. Smug little bastards. Still, there was the horrible sick feeling of shock and loss as the words echoed through her head. Her friends were dead. Her whole and only family was gone forever. And even if she lived through this, she had no idea how she would be able to go on living without them. Deciding to take a risk she popped up from behind the barrel took quick aim and shot several more GPF grunts, taking them all out. That only left 3 standing. She ducked behind the cover again as they shot at her and she looked up at the ceiling with teary eyes. You bastards...I'll never forgive you for taking them away from me... And that was when they managed to sneak up on her and get her at gunpoint. She was forced to drop her gun and then picked up by the ponytail. Growling in pain she shot them all looks that could have made the devil's blood run cold and tried her best to escape. Needless to say,she failed. One stayed back and kept his gun trained on her, another held her down on the crate she'd been hiding behind. The third looked down at her triumphantly and pulled her hair free of the elastic band that held it back. He grinned and put it around his wrist before licking his lips. Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. Say your prayers bitch, because you're going to wish you were dead before we get through with you.