Page 45 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)

Hunter

“Come on guys,” I mutter under my breath. I'm watching the time like a hawk, from my watch. They're cutting it close. I turn to Jax, asking “If they go over time, what will happen?”

“Well, they won’t be able to go over the fence, but they don’t need to in order to get back to us. The biggest concern will be the cameras coming back live.”

“Okay, but they’ll still have a shot?”

“Yes, though if they get caught...”

I gulp air, praying with everything I have that they make it. I need Pretty Girl. I can’t even fathom losing her now!

Ghost

Seeing those mask-wearing fuckers stirs my demon inside. It's screaming for death and destruction.

I look to Malishka. “We’ve got this, baby. We will get past them, you hear?” She turns away, trying to hide the unshed tears hiding in her eyes. “Malishka! You fight. Got it?”

I let her see my demons, scared she’ll shy away. She doesn’t, though.

She whispers “Let them out, Ghost. Let them play.”

With a roar, I meet the assholes head-on. I have my knife raised, ready to slice and stab right through them.

I sense the others right behind me. They have my back—and we all have Malishka's.

Razor

Oh, it’s so fucking on! I have a knife in each hand, grinning like a lunatic.

“Bring it, bitches!” I shout, salivating at the thought of disemboweling each one of them.

Purge

Rage Out time. I rush up to Ghost’s side, gripping my knife like a lifeline. I look around at the others, finding it interesting no one has pulled a gun yet. We're all some bloodthirsty fuckers. These masks have no clue what is about to hit them!

Synn

I rush up to Ghost’s other side, the knife I have making its way into my hand. I can’t take any chances, as far as protecting Pazessca is concerned.

More noise alerts me to more bodies coming towards us. A handful of those burly, jacked-up orderlies come barreling around the corner.

I shove Pazessca behind me. “Stay behind us!”

She tries to argue, but I’m hyper-focused on killing every one of these monsters.

Phoenyxx

Motherfucking shitballs! Like four wasn’t bad enough, now there’s four more coming for us. Their eight against our nine aren’t the worst odds, but certainly not the best either.

9 and 10 have hung back, not really part of the group, so I turn back to 3 and 6. “You want weapons?”

6 grins maniacally. “Oh, hell yeah, wifey! Gimme!”

I hand her one of the blades I stashed. She turns it over in her hand, testing its sharpness on her palm. “Yeppers—this will do!”

I look at 3, who’s a shaky mess. He's grabbing the back of my shirt.

“Do you want to protect yourself?” I ask.

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...

“9!” I shout. “There’s no time!”

He growls, hunkering down to the closest orderly. He leans in, ripping his throat out, chewing and grinning like the psycho he is. He keeps going back, taking chunks out of the dead man’s body. My stomach churns, and I have to turn away.

“Holy fuck!” Synn yells. “That’s some sick fucking shit!”

“Pay attention, guys!” I yell to them all. “We’re not in the clear yet!”

I brace myself for the masks to come at us again, but shockingly, they back off. Demon looks at me, pausing—just staring.

“Soon,” he whispers, making goosebumps break out on my arms.

They all turn around, running away. My jaw drops. What the hell is going on here?

Without hesitation, I go to check on everyone. Synn is beaten up pretty good, but there’s no knife wounds. Ghost is practically unmarked. Razor grimaces, holding his gut. But he appears to be alright, the stab wound is pretty shallow. I move to him, whipping off my shirt.

I hold it tightly to him. “Put pressure on that.”

Purge has a couple of stab wounds. One to his upper arm, and one under his collarbone. They look nasty, but not so deep I worry about his life. He nods at me, confirming he’s okay.

I look at 6, who’s still smiling. She's been beaten up pretty badly. Her face is swollen, with one eye bubbled shut. Blood trickles down her face. She's clutching her abdomen.

“Are you okay?” I rush to her side.

“Yes, yes, nothing I haven’t dealt with a bazillion times already,” she responds. “My ribs are bruised, but don’t feel broken.”

“Can you make it out?”

“Of course!”

Good. 3 is completely untouched, as is Bryan. I look at 3, and he silently removes his shirt, handing it to me.

“Thank you.” I reach out to stroke his face, then I blow out a breath. “Okay, everyone, we are out of time. We need to move!”

Without waiting for them to reply, I rush to the stairs, taking two at a time upwards. I hear everyone stampeding behind me.

I keep going, bursting out the door and racing to the end of the hall where the cell Bryan was in is. I skirt the corner, going for the door of the storage shed.

My heart hurts as I cross my fingers that it’s unlocked. I put my hand on the handle, holding my breath as I turn it. It turns and opens—thank fuck! I run outside, sucking in the cold, night air. I turn around, making sure everyone else makes it out, too.

I glance at my phone screen. Fuck! Our time ran out!

I grab out the map, looking it over. “Okay. We ran out of time, which means the cameras are back up, and the fence is on again. Luckily, we can go this way.” I point behind me.

“We’ll jog around the corner once we reach those two tall trees.

It's a straight shot to the road from there.”

I pause, making sure everyone heard me clearly. “From the road, we go left, following the side of it until we see Jax’s car. Everyone understand?”

I get thumbs up, and yeahs from them all—except 3.

I take his hand. “Stay with me. We are going for safety. I have more friends waiting in a car to take us far away from here.”

His eyes widen, and he looks like he’s about to cry. Surprising me though, he gives me a hand squeeze, determination radiating from him.

I smile tenderly at him. “Okay, guys. Let's fucking go!”

We take off, getting to Jax as fast as we can.