The Youngest Blade 🔪

Chapter 67 (Help)

(Back to when Ana and Grey were hiding in Xavier's closet)

Anastasia Rosaline Blade's POV

Grey made sure I wasn't going to make any sound, before removing his hand from my mouth.

"Search the closet, there's a fucking door somewhere. Find them" I heard a voice shouting from outside.

I was literally shaking in fear.

We could hear the sound of a pin being keyed in.

Grey looked at me with wide eyes.

They knew the pin to open the door.

Grey got up in a crouching position, his face full of pain.

He was bleeding badly.

I did the same and held my knife.

Once the door was opened, we saw three guys in the room.

Grey shot the guy in front of him.

Straight on the forehead.

I flinched back hearing the gunshot.

I gasped seeing the blood.

Panic was eating me up.

Grey hobbled out of the saferoom, trying to shoot the other two.

The both pinned him down.

One kicked the gun away from Grey, and the other pressed on his bleeding wound.

I remained in the saferoom, frozen and too scared to do anything.

Grey was thrashing on the floor in pain.

The two guys didn't have their attention on me.

One was hurting Grey and the other was facing the room door, on his phone.

I decided to women up and throw my fear out of the window.

Grey was literally dying in pain.

Taking the blanket that Xander wrapped around me, I silently covered the guy who was hurting Grey.

The blanket covered his face, momentarily blinding him.

I took the knife and stabbed him in his chest.

I took the knife out and stabbed him again and again.

I was covered in blood.

He was dead on the floor.

His souless black eyes stared at me.

Suddenly, hands were on my neck and I was thrown across the room.

I landed on my face.

I heard a gunshot.

I quickly looked up, fearing that Grey was shot.

Thankfully, Grey had managed to get the gun and shoot the last guy.

"Ana. Get up please. We need to get out of here. Help me up. I can't get up. It hurts" Grey whispered.

I shakily stood up.

I could feel the sticky blood, dripping from my head and my hand was swelling.

I helped Grey up.

I passed him his gun and took out the knife from the guy's chest.

Seeing the amount of blood and what seemed to be flesh, I dropped the knife to the floor.