Americana

As my eyes slightly opened I saw a bright light.

Who had taken me?

I was rapped in tight rope.

And had bruises everywhere.

What the hell?

Where are my cloths?

I was just left in my garments.

Then a tall, built man with a mask on came out of the dark.

"Hello dear."

"Who the f%ck are you."

"That's no way to talk to a person you don't know!"

There's no way out. I'm going to need help.

"I'm going to need your brothers where abouts."

I chuckled.

"You might as well kill me now, love."

He raised his his fist and punched me, hard enough to knock out a tooth.

I laughed again.

"To weak for my taste."

He laughed this time.

"Oh you'll break some time. We have all the time in the world."

Then he left.

~someone needs some help huh?~

~please. I was resting.~

Go away.

~you need me.~

Fine. Just this once, but we work together.

You don't take over.

~deal.~

I let her take over at least a bit.

She smashed the chair and got untied.

Let's get outta here.

~don't half to tell me twice.~

A guard comes in.

Good thing I know how to throw a punch.

While he was unconscious I took a gun and knives.

"What's up b$tch?"

Then I put a knife in the other guards neck.

~oops~

*rolled eyes*

I start shooting everyone coming near me.

Then I find an exit door.

"Are you [email protected] kidding me?!"

I'm on a goddamn island?!

I see a boat behind a well built man. The same man.

Then I feel a knife on my neck.

"Don't move."

~sh*t~