Post by Lynx on Apr 25, 2013 16:38:31 GMT -5
The metallic smell of blood hung in the air as if forever stained in the atmosphere. Crimson streaks lined the beautiful mahogany walls and hand prints were plastered crudely onto expensive family portraits. The dimly lit hallway was disheveled; shattered glass littered the floor along with the mangled bodies of men dressed in expensive Italian business suits, bullet shells and the distinctive signs of a struggle.
There was a tune from her childhood ringing in her head as she made her way down the hallway daintily stepped over dead bodies and ruined furnishings. The expression on her face remained unchanged as the amount of blood on the ground seemed to increase nor did the pile of severed limbs that rested against an ivory statue. Her focus was geared forward, toward the double set of doors that lay at the end of the hallway. Behind the heavy wood doors she could hear stifled crying along with the rumble of men speaking in Cantonese. There was also the sickening sound of intimacy coming from the other side, but Lynx knew that it was in no way consented. It was probably her men having their way with the woman of the house and doing it in front of her children – how disgusting. While she did not support such acts of violence, she did not feel it was necessary to stop them. These were the rules of war, pillage and take anything your enemy has – rape them until they are nothing.
Still, the sounds from the other side of the door bothered her – so much that she had to pause as she placed her lithe hand on the bronze door knob and take in a breath. The thumping on the other end disturbed her, but she could not let them know that. She was their leader after all, and her direct orders (coming from above) were to take any means necessary to achieve their goals tonight.
The home of Dominic Boshnjaku was the place for their final stand tonight. The Golden Dragons had decided that enough was enough, and it was time to cut the snake’s head off tonight. The plan was take Boshnjaku’s family hostage and use them as leverage for obtaining most if not all of his territory. It was of course not an easy task – taking the Boshnjaku family, but despite heavy security and the many armed men he had on his property, the Gold Dragons were able to take over the home. They had the element of surprise on their side, and someone who had Dominic Boshnjaku’s ego always left themselves wide open.
Still it was always necessary to use absolute caution. There was a reason that the Golden Dragons had to go at such levels to get Dominic’s attention. Boshnjaku was one of those gang lords whose entire existence was much like a myth. He was a mysterious man who came out of nowhere and managed to gain massive amounts of territory all along the East coast. He was like a tsunami, destroying everything in his path and without even breaking a sweat. His gang had amassed in size seemingly overnight as did his respect and recognition. For some time now he was untouchable and more recently he had been trying to gain more territory in Gotham.
Not tonight.
Her lips pursed as she reaffirmed her views and remembered what she was here for. Lynx had been charged to negotiate with Dominic. Tell him that if he pulled out of Gotham there’d be no trouble. Tell him that if he decided to stay, the Golden Dragons would be his number one enemy. Tell him that he had better not sleep at night if he made the wrong choice. And finally, tell him that if he really valued the life of his family he had better make a decision – and do it fast. Nodding to herself, she secured her hand on the knob and began to turn. The thumping on the other end had stopped and for now there was just the crying from Mrs. Boshnjaku as she probably lay sprawled on the master bed in absolute filth and shame. A soft push on the heavy doors was enough to set them in motion, and without a moment of hesitation, the dark haired woman pushed open the doors and entered the master bedroom.
With the exception of muffled cries, the room went silent as the masked figure nonchalantly strode into the room. Fierce hazel eyes pierced through the exquisitely white mask that was in the form of the lynx – rendered in an oriental art style. The only visible part of her face was her feminine yet very stiff chin as she locked her jaw to void any emotion from her face. The sheathed blades that were secured on a belt around her waist clinked softly as she walked forward, her eyes focused on what appeared to be the second-in-command to this entire operation. For a moment their gaze was broken as she darted her eyes to the children – two boys and girl, looking to be younger than ten – who were huddled closely to their soiled mother. Her dark locks were sprawled over her face and clung to her skin with a mixture of blood, sweat and tears. Her clothes were torn in various places with her breasts hanging down in a tired and sad fashion. Through the woman’s hair, Lynx caught a glimpse of her bruised blue eyes and for a moment they made contact. It that single glimpse, a flurry of emotions was exhibited in the woman’s stare. Fear, shame, uncertainty, sorrow – but most of all, what was the most distinctive was the seething rage and abhorrence that was directed to Lynx. If the woman could lift her head any higher, Lynx was sure she would be able to see her clenched teeth and tight jaw. She couldn’t blame Mrs. Boshnjaku for feeling the way she did – after all the sanctity of her body and home had just been ravaged.
Breaking their eye contact, Lynx refocused to the tall man that stood at the center of the room, a satisfied grin on his face as he twirled his firearm on his finger.
“Is everything in place?”
The question rolled off Lynx’s tongue in her Cantonese dialect. The man merely nodded, and gestured to the sides of the room where four more men stood. In their hands they held on firmly to weapons, intent on opening fire on anyone that dared to challenge the Golden Dragons. Lynx silently praised the man for his work and began to walk toward the bed. As she approached, the shadows placed across her face, making the mask look even more frightening. She could see the terror she was imposing in the children’s eyes as she approached them. They huddled closer to their mangled mother and began to whimper as the masked figure took a seat at the foot of the king sized bed.
“Your suffering is almost over.”
She spoke with a rather placid voice with very little reassurance in her tone. The mother looked up at her, her tattered hair sliding off her face and she wrinkled her features. Before Lynx could realize what she was doing, she heard rumble in the woman’s throat as she collected mucus and then let it escape from her lips and onto the fang that hung off Lynx’s mask. There was hesitation on her behalf, but her henchmen were already moving forward to take the necessary actions to teach the family about consequences. When Lynx regained her composure (in a matter of seconds), she outstretched her arm, signaling for her men to stop. In that same instance, she launched the same arm forward with frightening speeds and latched onto the woman’s raven black hair. Grabbing it at the root, she jerked the woman forward and ignored her cries of pain. Mrs. Boshnjaku slapped at her hands in an attempt to make her let go, but Lynx was relentless. Instead, she continued to drag the woman forward by the roots of her hair and finally when she was at an acceptable distance, brought her cheek up to the stained part of her mask and used her flesh as a towel to clean its surface.
The woman whimpered, the pain of Lynx’s grasp having more of an effect than the feeling of her own spittle against her face. When Lynx was finished and somewhat satisfied, she released her grip on the strands of hair and with a swift swing of her arm, violently back-handed the woman forcing her back onto the sheets. The children were quick to return to their mother’s side and comfort her the best they could, but in this situation they were so, very completely out of their element.
A shake of her wrist was all Lynx needed to reduce the slight swelling in her knuckles from colliding with the woman’s sharp cheek bones. It was the only instance of comfort he would be allotted as the sound of ricocheting bullets reached her ears, along with the cries and yells of her own men. Her brow rose as she turned to the slightly ajar double doors and watched it rattle on its hinges ever so slightly. Something terrible was coming and judging by the unease present in her men’s faces they were actually afraid.
“Remember brothers… we mean business.”
The sound of her voice and any lack of quavering was enough to lift their spirits and the men in the room raised their weapons and stared intently at the door. Lynx’s main man took his place which was a little off from her side and grasped his short bladed knife tightly.
The sound of approaching footsteps resonated down the hallway and as they came closer and closer, Lynx realized they were beginning to match the pace of her own heartbeat. She breathed in, waiting for the moment of truth and then finally as the footsteps slowed down and they heavy groan of the door filled the room, she knew there was no turning back.
A tall figure strode through the door, pistol in hand and his fedora hat in another. Standing at 6’1” he towered over Lynx, but thanks to the distance between them at the current moment they stood somewhat as equals. Rage was clearly apparent in his face and Lynx could see the calculation in his eyes as he pondered how quickly he could take out this room of six individuals without scathing his family. Lynx didn’t care how big or powerful Dominic was or thought he was, this was not a game of willpower and she had done everything to break down his spirit and leave him no choice but to surrender.
As Dominic stood at the center of the room, the quick scuffle of feet caught everyone’s attention and one of the little boys made a dash for his father. Lynx rolled her eyes and a quick gesture to her main man ended with the child being caught in his tight embrace and a sharp blade being pressed against his neck. The mother cried out, and the two children began to sputter as they watched their little brother squirm in the man’s gigantic grasp. Dominic made a movement to go forward, but thought better and instead tightened his jaw and stared hard at Lynx.
Obviously as the only one dressed up for the occasion, she was in charge of all this.
There was a moment of silence that clung to the air in an unsettling manner. Lynx’s arms were loosely hanging at her sides but were prepared to draw her weapons if there were any sudden movements from the opposing party. Dominic breathed in and out, staring directly at her, the look for a killer plastered across his face.
“Get off my property.”
His thick Albanian accent finally broke the silence and Lynx could only upturn her lips ever so slightly at his demand. Did he really think it would be that easy?
“We were not expecting to leave so soon.”
Lynx spoke, her English still a bit awkward and slow as she spoke. Regardless, she was comprehensible, so there was no reason for there to be miscommunication. The child whimpered as his struggles brought the sharp blade closer to his neck and pierced his skin. Dominic did not respond, instead focused his attention primarily on Lynx.
“What game are you trying to play?”
This was not a game. Dominic was a fool for thinking that any part of this situation from invading his own home to killing his entire security force and to destroying his family – none of this was a game. In fact, if it did not occur to him just how serious they were then perhaps it was time to start stepping up their game. The Golden Dragons would not be taken for fools and if she did not make that clear then she would forever shame the clan.
Without averting her gaze from Dominic, Lynx administered a signal to her main man and watched as he went to work.
It happened, literally in a blink of an eye. First the child in his grasp was standing there, struggling and quivering with life. The next, scarlet blood was falling to the ground as the blade ran across his larynx and his body was thrown onto the floor. No sound escaped the young boy’s lips as he fell to the ground. There was only the sound of his mother’s shrieks as she watched her own son die right in front of her and drown in his own blood. Mrs. Boshnjaku hollered and cried like an injured animal and when the big man came for another child she held onto her daughter for dear life, not wanting to let her experience the same fate.
Of course, her strength was nothing compared to the man and she was forced to relinquish her grip. She fell defeated and could only look away as her daughter was dragged in front of Dominic like a display and the blade was brought to her neck.
“ “Not a game Boshnjaku. Business. For your family we want territory, businesses – want you out of Gotham. Everything will go to the Golden Dragon Clan. You have one chance Boshnjaku, choose wisely, we will not be so nice next time.”
As she uttered the last syllable, her main man tightened his grip on the young girl and inserted the blade very loosely into her flesh. If things did not go their way, then he would finish her off and then move onto the rest of Boshnjaku’s family.
Boshnjaku looked as if he were pondering, his fingers loosened on his firearm and he began to cock his head from side to side as if in a very deliberate thought process. The cries of his wife seemed to bring him back to the situation at hand and he turned ever so slowly and stared at his beautiful wife and son. His eyes glossed over and Lynx felt a cold rush down her spine as she watched his gaze. He looked as if he were already bidding farewell to his loved ones, like they were already gone from this world. A shadow cast over him and he looked at his daughter who was muttering “papa” - what could be her final words.
Then he gave his response and it was the last thing anyone expected.
In the blink of an eye, Boshnjaku had raised his pistol and before anyone could take out their own he turned the barrel onto his family and sent a bullet into his wife’s head. Before the woman’s limp body fell to the bed, Boshnjaku fired another round into his son. He did not watch them keel over, dead.
While everyone was still dumbfounded and confused by the way the table turned, Boshnjaku turned his firearm onto the man that held his daughter and successfully pierced a bullet through his skull. When one of her own was hit, everything inside Lynx finally clicked and she unsheathed her blade and started yelling commands in Cantonese to regain the composure of her soldiers. Confusion was still in the air, and Lynx’s first instinct was to grab hold of the only surviving member of Boshnjaku’s family. As bullets flew through the air, she lunged forward and grabbed the little girl before she could run off to her father’s side.
When Lynx rose, daughter in tow and held over her as if she were a shield she caught sight of her dead gang members. Her heart beat stopped for just a second as she realized just how monstrous Boshnjaku’s will was.
’He killed his family… killed my men…’
She shook her head, not letting the shock affect her thinking. Now was certainly not the time to falter, not when she was dealing with a monster. Her head had come back a little too late as the sound of the gun rung through her ears and blood sprayed onto her face. Boshnjaku had shot his daughter and Lynx could feel the girl’s warm blood splatter onto her exposed chin. Immediately, she dropped the dead girl and rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding another bullet that whizzed right over her shoulder blade. Landing in a three point crouch, Lynx swiftly brandished three throwing knives from a compartment on her thigh and flung them forward. Boshnjaku had already fire another bullet and she had to jump off the ground to avoid it. The metal collided onto the wooden floor and she heard the crunch of the two materials as they came in contact with one another. A moment too late and that would have been her skull.
She landed, but this time did not wait. Judging by the heavy clatter, her blades had successfully made contact and Boshnjaku was relinquished of his weapon. She thrust her body forward, unsheathing a blade from behind and rushing forward toward Boshnjaku. The man, realizing the change in pace immediately turned on his heel and bolted for the double wooden doors. He moved at a surprising pace for Lynx and with just enough time to grab the handle and close the door on her face. She had to stop herself short otherwise she would have hit the door. Gritting her teeth, she listened for his footsteps and pulled the door open with so much force she thought she would have dislocated her shoulder. The hallway stunk of dead bodies and before Lynx could even look ahead to see where Boshnjaku had gone, she felt something large whiz past her head and with a terrifying crunching into the door frame. A shotgun fire rung throughout her ears and she realized that Boshnjaku had gotten his hands on heavier artillery.
Rolling forward, she took refuge behind the large statue that stood between herself and Boshnjaku. Another round was fired and she felt the marble fly off the knee cap of the figure and scatter onto the floor. Gritting her teeth, Lynx curled up even more – an attempt to make herself a smaller target.
Business was not going as planned.
There was a tune from her childhood ringing in her head as she made her way down the hallway daintily stepped over dead bodies and ruined furnishings. The expression on her face remained unchanged as the amount of blood on the ground seemed to increase nor did the pile of severed limbs that rested against an ivory statue. Her focus was geared forward, toward the double set of doors that lay at the end of the hallway. Behind the heavy wood doors she could hear stifled crying along with the rumble of men speaking in Cantonese. There was also the sickening sound of intimacy coming from the other side, but Lynx knew that it was in no way consented. It was probably her men having their way with the woman of the house and doing it in front of her children – how disgusting. While she did not support such acts of violence, she did not feel it was necessary to stop them. These were the rules of war, pillage and take anything your enemy has – rape them until they are nothing.
Still, the sounds from the other side of the door bothered her – so much that she had to pause as she placed her lithe hand on the bronze door knob and take in a breath. The thumping on the other end disturbed her, but she could not let them know that. She was their leader after all, and her direct orders (coming from above) were to take any means necessary to achieve their goals tonight.
The home of Dominic Boshnjaku was the place for their final stand tonight. The Golden Dragons had decided that enough was enough, and it was time to cut the snake’s head off tonight. The plan was take Boshnjaku’s family hostage and use them as leverage for obtaining most if not all of his territory. It was of course not an easy task – taking the Boshnjaku family, but despite heavy security and the many armed men he had on his property, the Gold Dragons were able to take over the home. They had the element of surprise on their side, and someone who had Dominic Boshnjaku’s ego always left themselves wide open.
Still it was always necessary to use absolute caution. There was a reason that the Golden Dragons had to go at such levels to get Dominic’s attention. Boshnjaku was one of those gang lords whose entire existence was much like a myth. He was a mysterious man who came out of nowhere and managed to gain massive amounts of territory all along the East coast. He was like a tsunami, destroying everything in his path and without even breaking a sweat. His gang had amassed in size seemingly overnight as did his respect and recognition. For some time now he was untouchable and more recently he had been trying to gain more territory in Gotham.
Not tonight.
Her lips pursed as she reaffirmed her views and remembered what she was here for. Lynx had been charged to negotiate with Dominic. Tell him that if he pulled out of Gotham there’d be no trouble. Tell him that if he decided to stay, the Golden Dragons would be his number one enemy. Tell him that he had better not sleep at night if he made the wrong choice. And finally, tell him that if he really valued the life of his family he had better make a decision – and do it fast. Nodding to herself, she secured her hand on the knob and began to turn. The thumping on the other end had stopped and for now there was just the crying from Mrs. Boshnjaku as she probably lay sprawled on the master bed in absolute filth and shame. A soft push on the heavy doors was enough to set them in motion, and without a moment of hesitation, the dark haired woman pushed open the doors and entered the master bedroom.
With the exception of muffled cries, the room went silent as the masked figure nonchalantly strode into the room. Fierce hazel eyes pierced through the exquisitely white mask that was in the form of the lynx – rendered in an oriental art style. The only visible part of her face was her feminine yet very stiff chin as she locked her jaw to void any emotion from her face. The sheathed blades that were secured on a belt around her waist clinked softly as she walked forward, her eyes focused on what appeared to be the second-in-command to this entire operation. For a moment their gaze was broken as she darted her eyes to the children – two boys and girl, looking to be younger than ten – who were huddled closely to their soiled mother. Her dark locks were sprawled over her face and clung to her skin with a mixture of blood, sweat and tears. Her clothes were torn in various places with her breasts hanging down in a tired and sad fashion. Through the woman’s hair, Lynx caught a glimpse of her bruised blue eyes and for a moment they made contact. It that single glimpse, a flurry of emotions was exhibited in the woman’s stare. Fear, shame, uncertainty, sorrow – but most of all, what was the most distinctive was the seething rage and abhorrence that was directed to Lynx. If the woman could lift her head any higher, Lynx was sure she would be able to see her clenched teeth and tight jaw. She couldn’t blame Mrs. Boshnjaku for feeling the way she did – after all the sanctity of her body and home had just been ravaged.
Breaking their eye contact, Lynx refocused to the tall man that stood at the center of the room, a satisfied grin on his face as he twirled his firearm on his finger.
“Is everything in place?”
The question rolled off Lynx’s tongue in her Cantonese dialect. The man merely nodded, and gestured to the sides of the room where four more men stood. In their hands they held on firmly to weapons, intent on opening fire on anyone that dared to challenge the Golden Dragons. Lynx silently praised the man for his work and began to walk toward the bed. As she approached, the shadows placed across her face, making the mask look even more frightening. She could see the terror she was imposing in the children’s eyes as she approached them. They huddled closer to their mangled mother and began to whimper as the masked figure took a seat at the foot of the king sized bed.
“Your suffering is almost over.”
She spoke with a rather placid voice with very little reassurance in her tone. The mother looked up at her, her tattered hair sliding off her face and she wrinkled her features. Before Lynx could realize what she was doing, she heard rumble in the woman’s throat as she collected mucus and then let it escape from her lips and onto the fang that hung off Lynx’s mask. There was hesitation on her behalf, but her henchmen were already moving forward to take the necessary actions to teach the family about consequences. When Lynx regained her composure (in a matter of seconds), she outstretched her arm, signaling for her men to stop. In that same instance, she launched the same arm forward with frightening speeds and latched onto the woman’s raven black hair. Grabbing it at the root, she jerked the woman forward and ignored her cries of pain. Mrs. Boshnjaku slapped at her hands in an attempt to make her let go, but Lynx was relentless. Instead, she continued to drag the woman forward by the roots of her hair and finally when she was at an acceptable distance, brought her cheek up to the stained part of her mask and used her flesh as a towel to clean its surface.
The woman whimpered, the pain of Lynx’s grasp having more of an effect than the feeling of her own spittle against her face. When Lynx was finished and somewhat satisfied, she released her grip on the strands of hair and with a swift swing of her arm, violently back-handed the woman forcing her back onto the sheets. The children were quick to return to their mother’s side and comfort her the best they could, but in this situation they were so, very completely out of their element.
A shake of her wrist was all Lynx needed to reduce the slight swelling in her knuckles from colliding with the woman’s sharp cheek bones. It was the only instance of comfort he would be allotted as the sound of ricocheting bullets reached her ears, along with the cries and yells of her own men. Her brow rose as she turned to the slightly ajar double doors and watched it rattle on its hinges ever so slightly. Something terrible was coming and judging by the unease present in her men’s faces they were actually afraid.
“Remember brothers… we mean business.”
The sound of her voice and any lack of quavering was enough to lift their spirits and the men in the room raised their weapons and stared intently at the door. Lynx’s main man took his place which was a little off from her side and grasped his short bladed knife tightly.
The sound of approaching footsteps resonated down the hallway and as they came closer and closer, Lynx realized they were beginning to match the pace of her own heartbeat. She breathed in, waiting for the moment of truth and then finally as the footsteps slowed down and they heavy groan of the door filled the room, she knew there was no turning back.
A tall figure strode through the door, pistol in hand and his fedora hat in another. Standing at 6’1” he towered over Lynx, but thanks to the distance between them at the current moment they stood somewhat as equals. Rage was clearly apparent in his face and Lynx could see the calculation in his eyes as he pondered how quickly he could take out this room of six individuals without scathing his family. Lynx didn’t care how big or powerful Dominic was or thought he was, this was not a game of willpower and she had done everything to break down his spirit and leave him no choice but to surrender.
As Dominic stood at the center of the room, the quick scuffle of feet caught everyone’s attention and one of the little boys made a dash for his father. Lynx rolled her eyes and a quick gesture to her main man ended with the child being caught in his tight embrace and a sharp blade being pressed against his neck. The mother cried out, and the two children began to sputter as they watched their little brother squirm in the man’s gigantic grasp. Dominic made a movement to go forward, but thought better and instead tightened his jaw and stared hard at Lynx.
Obviously as the only one dressed up for the occasion, she was in charge of all this.
There was a moment of silence that clung to the air in an unsettling manner. Lynx’s arms were loosely hanging at her sides but were prepared to draw her weapons if there were any sudden movements from the opposing party. Dominic breathed in and out, staring directly at her, the look for a killer plastered across his face.
“Get off my property.”
His thick Albanian accent finally broke the silence and Lynx could only upturn her lips ever so slightly at his demand. Did he really think it would be that easy?
“We were not expecting to leave so soon.”
Lynx spoke, her English still a bit awkward and slow as she spoke. Regardless, she was comprehensible, so there was no reason for there to be miscommunication. The child whimpered as his struggles brought the sharp blade closer to his neck and pierced his skin. Dominic did not respond, instead focused his attention primarily on Lynx.
“What game are you trying to play?”
This was not a game. Dominic was a fool for thinking that any part of this situation from invading his own home to killing his entire security force and to destroying his family – none of this was a game. In fact, if it did not occur to him just how serious they were then perhaps it was time to start stepping up their game. The Golden Dragons would not be taken for fools and if she did not make that clear then she would forever shame the clan.
Without averting her gaze from Dominic, Lynx administered a signal to her main man and watched as he went to work.
It happened, literally in a blink of an eye. First the child in his grasp was standing there, struggling and quivering with life. The next, scarlet blood was falling to the ground as the blade ran across his larynx and his body was thrown onto the floor. No sound escaped the young boy’s lips as he fell to the ground. There was only the sound of his mother’s shrieks as she watched her own son die right in front of her and drown in his own blood. Mrs. Boshnjaku hollered and cried like an injured animal and when the big man came for another child she held onto her daughter for dear life, not wanting to let her experience the same fate.
Of course, her strength was nothing compared to the man and she was forced to relinquish her grip. She fell defeated and could only look away as her daughter was dragged in front of Dominic like a display and the blade was brought to her neck.
“ “Not a game Boshnjaku. Business. For your family we want territory, businesses – want you out of Gotham. Everything will go to the Golden Dragon Clan. You have one chance Boshnjaku, choose wisely, we will not be so nice next time.”
As she uttered the last syllable, her main man tightened his grip on the young girl and inserted the blade very loosely into her flesh. If things did not go their way, then he would finish her off and then move onto the rest of Boshnjaku’s family.
Boshnjaku looked as if he were pondering, his fingers loosened on his firearm and he began to cock his head from side to side as if in a very deliberate thought process. The cries of his wife seemed to bring him back to the situation at hand and he turned ever so slowly and stared at his beautiful wife and son. His eyes glossed over and Lynx felt a cold rush down her spine as she watched his gaze. He looked as if he were already bidding farewell to his loved ones, like they were already gone from this world. A shadow cast over him and he looked at his daughter who was muttering “papa” - what could be her final words.
Then he gave his response and it was the last thing anyone expected.
In the blink of an eye, Boshnjaku had raised his pistol and before anyone could take out their own he turned the barrel onto his family and sent a bullet into his wife’s head. Before the woman’s limp body fell to the bed, Boshnjaku fired another round into his son. He did not watch them keel over, dead.
While everyone was still dumbfounded and confused by the way the table turned, Boshnjaku turned his firearm onto the man that held his daughter and successfully pierced a bullet through his skull. When one of her own was hit, everything inside Lynx finally clicked and she unsheathed her blade and started yelling commands in Cantonese to regain the composure of her soldiers. Confusion was still in the air, and Lynx’s first instinct was to grab hold of the only surviving member of Boshnjaku’s family. As bullets flew through the air, she lunged forward and grabbed the little girl before she could run off to her father’s side.
When Lynx rose, daughter in tow and held over her as if she were a shield she caught sight of her dead gang members. Her heart beat stopped for just a second as she realized just how monstrous Boshnjaku’s will was.
’He killed his family… killed my men…’
She shook her head, not letting the shock affect her thinking. Now was certainly not the time to falter, not when she was dealing with a monster. Her head had come back a little too late as the sound of the gun rung through her ears and blood sprayed onto her face. Boshnjaku had shot his daughter and Lynx could feel the girl’s warm blood splatter onto her exposed chin. Immediately, she dropped the dead girl and rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding another bullet that whizzed right over her shoulder blade. Landing in a three point crouch, Lynx swiftly brandished three throwing knives from a compartment on her thigh and flung them forward. Boshnjaku had already fire another bullet and she had to jump off the ground to avoid it. The metal collided onto the wooden floor and she heard the crunch of the two materials as they came in contact with one another. A moment too late and that would have been her skull.
She landed, but this time did not wait. Judging by the heavy clatter, her blades had successfully made contact and Boshnjaku was relinquished of his weapon. She thrust her body forward, unsheathing a blade from behind and rushing forward toward Boshnjaku. The man, realizing the change in pace immediately turned on his heel and bolted for the double wooden doors. He moved at a surprising pace for Lynx and with just enough time to grab the handle and close the door on her face. She had to stop herself short otherwise she would have hit the door. Gritting her teeth, she listened for his footsteps and pulled the door open with so much force she thought she would have dislocated her shoulder. The hallway stunk of dead bodies and before Lynx could even look ahead to see where Boshnjaku had gone, she felt something large whiz past her head and with a terrifying crunching into the door frame. A shotgun fire rung throughout her ears and she realized that Boshnjaku had gotten his hands on heavier artillery.
Rolling forward, she took refuge behind the large statue that stood between herself and Boshnjaku. Another round was fired and she felt the marble fly off the knee cap of the figure and scatter onto the floor. Gritting her teeth, Lynx curled up even more – an attempt to make herself a smaller target.
Business was not going as planned.
