Eres Mía

~ 14 ~

A figure stood some meters away, guns raised. He was dressed in all black with a hoodie on.

shit shit shit, I thought. Alright, stay calm. I can do this.

He shot close to me again, but I moved and watched him holster his gun and grab a knife.

The figure came towards me, knife in hand. They swung at me and I ducked whilst throwing a punch to their ribs. They hunched over but kept coming at me, stabbing and swiping at the air as I tried to fight him off.

don't run away, they'll think you're scared.

Again and again, I hit him with punches and kicks. He blocked some but I kept pushing. He took a swipe at me with the knife and stupidly I used my forearm to block it.

I felt my arm become exposed to the air around us. Clearly, this man had been well trained with a knife.

That was my favourite hoodie. Now it's personal.

He jabbed forwards with the knife and I grabbed his hand. His right hand swung at me but I dodged it and hook-punched him in the arm. I heard him grunt in pain then saw him lunge forward at me.

The knife came dangerously close to my neck as I leaned back, almost falling over. I bent all the way back and put my hands down.

I kicked over my legs then stood in fighting stance before him. He stabbed at me but missed.

Using that as an advantage, I pulled the knife from his grasp and he fell to the floor in pain as I uppercut him in the chin. Using his pain as a strength, I decided to throw the knife away.

I wasn't meant to be using weapons for a reason and I knew I couldn't always rely on them.

It clattered far from us just when he decided to fight me again.

He grabbed my ankles and started pulling me across the gravel. Fuck that hurt.

Realising what I could do, I wrapped my legs around his waist whilst still on the floor then twisted my body so I was on my stomach.

I pulled him to the ground and grabbed his arms. I pulled them behind his back then held them there till he started tapping the floor.

He's tapping out.

I released his arms and stepped back. He picked himself off the ground and I watched him as he brushed dust off of himself.

Then he pulled out a switchblade.

Goddamn it man.

Then it hit me. From my waistband I grabbed Brooke. My trusty switchblade.

The first thing I learnt when training to become an assassin was: never be completely unarmed.

I flicked up the blade and we started fighting. He landed a few cuts on my arm and I landed 4 on his arm and one on his chest.

The screech of a car stopping distracted us both from our fight. We both whipped our heads around to see two black Lamborghinis.

The doors opened upwards and out stepped my father in one and Javier and Antonio in the other.

"Mija, I have to say: I'm impressed." my father exclaimed.

"You didn't think I could do it?"

"Oh bella I did. It's just that I've never seen you in action and I put you in a fight with my greatest assassin."  he said, nodding at whoever was behind me.

I turned around to see Enzo. I let out a small laugh and shook my head at him.

"Disappointed, my ass."