A Life for A Life

*Caitlyn’s POV*

“Clubbing?” I asked, slightly surprised.

“It’s a hobby your sister has picked up since you’ve left.” Lee explained, pulling to the side of a curb.

We were in Nina’s Alexis, something most people didn’t know Lee owned. It took less of a chance of the agent getting caught. “Alright. Go to the corner now the street. I’ll meet you back in here.”

“How are you going to get in past the bouncer?”

I raised an eye as I leaned my head back in the car. “Excuse me? I’m a trained professional, I’ll just sneak through the roof.”

I shut the door, stepping back. There was a huge line of a crowd waiting to get in. The music was loud and I could see splashes of colored light coming out of the building. I hurried across the street, making my way into the ally. I saw a side door open and jumped onto the nearest pipe, climbing up on the edges and jumping onto a nearby fire escape before I could be seen. I quickly made my way to the top, keeping as quiet as possible.

I finally found my way to the top and eased myself onto the flat roof. I started toward the door.

“And where do you think you’re going?” I heard a voice coo.

I could hear the motion of a gun as I turned, grabbing my own from under my clothes. It ended up where Michelle and I were probably five feet apart, a gun pointing at each other’s face. “Michelle.” I acknowledged.

She was wearing a dark dress with heels higher than Mount Everest. She was only a year older than I, but her built made her look to be in her mid-twenties compared to my own which made me look like a small teenager. I remember a time being jealous of Michelle because of her mature-like features, now, nothing. I only felt remorse that this girl wanted to hurt me in a way her parents wanted to. We used to be so close, now the barrier of what we called our parents pulled us apart.

A smirk met with her lips. “What’s this? Bringing a gun to a club. I thought better of you, Caitlyn.”

I kept my face composed. “I could say the same to you. Not only that, but to point one at your own sister.”

“You’re anything but.” She snorted. “I know everything about you and how you don’t relate to my family at all. Quite useless how they brought you in the family in the first place.”

To be honest, the words kind of stung. Why was she acting like this? I clenched my jaw before lowering my gun. “Why don’t we talk this out?” I asked, holding the gun up over my head. “You know what I want to know. If you tell me, I’ll leave you for good and I’ll never come back.”

“As much as I’d like to see that, I’d rather just kill you here and now. It’ll save me a lot of trouble later on.”

“I guess you leave me no choice.” I said, stretching my arm out with the gun in hand.

Her eyes moved, distracted by my motion. I dropped the gun, keeping her eyes there as I quickly kicked my foot up, making contact with the gun in her hand, causing it to get knocked out of her hand and flying across the roof, skidding to a stop. She gaped, her face drawing up in anger. “You bitch!”

I remembered throughout the time my time of learning to fight that I had to be quick with my motions. If I wanted my opponent to stay alive, but unresponsive, I had to knock them out quick. If there was one thing I learned about Michelle’s fighting, it was quite sloppy and unplanned. She struck out more in anger of wanting to win than strategized moves to allow herself to be successful with her next attack. That was why I could strike quickly, my fist side swiping her in the jaw, her head jerked. She fell flat against the roof, knocked-out.

I flexed my fingers. That one actually hurt some. I sighed, grabbing her arm and pulling her to where she was over my shoulder. The best way out was from the club and I did just that. The bouncer gave me a small look as I stepped out, but decided not to question me since I was leaving. To him, I was just a girl carrying a possibly passed-out drunk on my shoulder. I walked up the street, finding the car Morgan was waiting in, opening the back seat and throwing her in.

“What…” He started.

I shut the door, going over to the passenger side. “She’s refusing to talk.”

“You’re not thinking…” He started as he turned the ignition.

“There’s an abandoned warehouse downtown. I’ll lead you to it.”

I hated how it has come down to this. I had no choice but to bring the worst kind of monster out of me. I had to torture the information out of a person I used to call my sister. I still saw her as my sister, but… I couldn’t help it. I needed to know. I had to know.

I felt myself swallow. I hated this part about myself. The merciless little devil I was. I could never be forgiven for this. It was because of times like this I knew I was better off dead.