Page 118 of Sadistic Retribution

He starts shaking his head frantically. He points at me, unspoken words in his eyes.

“I have plenty of protection,” I promise. “Are you not comfortable with a knife?”

He shakes his head.

Fuck. “Okay- stay behind me, I’ve got you.” I look at Bryan. “Stay behind all of us, okay?”

He nods once, falling back. Good, I know he can’t fight well.

A crazy laugh rings out, the masks reaching us first. Demon is leading, with Horns, Skull, and Jester trailing right behind him. Demon screeches to a stop, looking at all the guys, and 6 who has sidled up to my side. “Interesting,” he says, tilting his head. “You have a lot of support.”

“No shit, Sherlock!” I spit lasers with my gaze. I think I’m channeling Valley!

“I knew you were something special,” he says with a crazy lilt to his voice.

The other three come to stand next to him. The orderlies are right behind, seemingly waiting on orders. So, the masks are in charge, then.

“Don’t touch her,” Demon snarls out, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Synn raises his voice. “What the fuck?”

I hear a growl, and Ghost looks one breath away from gutting them all.

“Just get the fuck out of our way!” I yell.

“No can do, little bird,” Demon says calmly. He puts his hand up in the air, then chops it downwards. “Go!”

They all collide with my guys. Blood starts flying, arms stabbing and slicing. Fists are flying too. It's hard to see who’s doing what.

I make sure 3 and Bryan are still behind me, and I move position so I can see what’s going on.

Demon is head-to-head with Synn. I shiver at the look on Synn's face. He's beating the shit out of him, and Demon just laughs, hunched over at the waist. Synn switches out from the blade he’s holding for a much larger kitchen knife, stabbing him in the shoulder, as he’s already in a good position for that kind of wound. Obviously, he’s thirsty for blood, and wants to fight.

My head whips around, watching Razor fight Horns, Ghost against Skull, and Purge taunting Jester.

The guys are stabbing and slicing, but none of the wounds look life-threatening. I hear a grunt, seeing Razor getting stabbed in the gut.

“Razor!” I shout, darting towards him. I throw myself in front of him. “Back the fuck off!”

Oddly, Horns backs away.

I push Razor back, but he tuts. “I’m fine, Fiasca.”

“You should sit this out- you're hurt,” I try, but he’s having none of it. I sigh, checking on the others.

A battle cry comes from 6, and she greets the orderlies with the knife raised high. They overpower her too quickly, and they all rain punches on her until she hits the floor. They kick her viciously, and before I can step in, Purge comes out of nowhere, pushing her to the side. He roars, fighting all of them at once. He is knocking fuckers out all by himself!

I'm impressed, grinning. Unfortunately, they get back up too quickly. Two of them come for me. I bend my legs slightly, ready with my hunting knife. I make the come here gesture with my hand, smiling like a psychopath.

Two of them rush me, and I stab everywhere I can reach. I'm aiming for kill shots. The head, throat, the kidneys. I keep fucking missing though, getting them in other places. I scream, kicking the one in front of me straight in the dick.

Seeing this, the rest of the orderlies rush me. I feel a tug at the back of my pants, and before I can react, 3 jumps in front of me, raising my gun, cocking it and flicking the safety off. I totally forgot that Hunter tucked his own gun back there before we parted. A guttural sound comes from his throat, and he aims and fires. One by one, they all fall. Their brains are splattered everywhere. He managed to get head shots on all four.

Blood coats the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. The sound of fighting the masks is all I can hear. I grab for 3, gently making him lower the gun. “You saved me, 3. Thank you.” He lets me take the gun from him.

“The fuck? How...?” I hear from the guys. They're shocked 3 did that—as am I.

Before I can have another thought, cannibal cocksucker shoves to the front, going straight for the fallen orderlies. He rubs his hands together, his eyes lit up with excitement. Surely, he won’t...