Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
Mercedes watched in helpless horror as the Raven managed to make it to the roof, only to find his escape route cut off. Literally. Dammit, things can’t end this way!
By now, her strategy of running and hiding had gotten her closer to the warehouse. Closer to the burnt bodies of the men she struck with her improvised bomb. One of the dead men offered up a tommy gun, and without a better option, she picked it up. Don’t aim. Just spray and pray. Knuckled whitened over the grip as Mercedes urged herself to squeeze the trigger. She gasped aloud once she managed to, her voice thankfully covered by the thunderous roar of machine gun fire.
The first dozen shots went wild, before she gained control of the barrel, aim in the general direction of the rest of the gangsters. They spread in all directions like cockroaches fleeing the light. Then her gun emptied the magazine, steel like a red-hot poker to the touch. She picked up another gun abandoned by a dead man before ducking behind the building to evade return fire.
Blind bullets ripped through the air, drowning out the pounding of her own heartbeat, but Mercedes kept running. Her willingness to shoot back with a tommy gun made her a more urgent target than the Raven. Once she’d circled back to her car, she unleashed more covering fire, bracing herself against the vehicle to shoot a bit straighter. Two men went down this time, as she swept a horizontal line across the warehouse. Fuck, out of bullets, again. Tossing the empty gun away, she had one last plan. It would either save them or kill them.
She ducked into the driver’s seat and turned the key. By the time the Cadillac purred to life, she was already shifting gears and slamming on the gas. Gunsels jumped out of her way as she gunned it towards the warehouse, smashing the brake just before crashing into the side. The hope was that the Raven would take advantage of her distraction, and jump on the roof, so she could speed them both away.
By now, her strategy of running and hiding had gotten her closer to the warehouse. Closer to the burnt bodies of the men she struck with her improvised bomb. One of the dead men offered up a tommy gun, and without a better option, she picked it up. Don’t aim. Just spray and pray. Knuckled whitened over the grip as Mercedes urged herself to squeeze the trigger. She gasped aloud once she managed to, her voice thankfully covered by the thunderous roar of machine gun fire.
The first dozen shots went wild, before she gained control of the barrel, aim in the general direction of the rest of the gangsters. They spread in all directions like cockroaches fleeing the light. Then her gun emptied the magazine, steel like a red-hot poker to the touch. She picked up another gun abandoned by a dead man before ducking behind the building to evade return fire.
Blind bullets ripped through the air, drowning out the pounding of her own heartbeat, but Mercedes kept running. Her willingness to shoot back with a tommy gun made her a more urgent target than the Raven. Once she’d circled back to her car, she unleashed more covering fire, bracing herself against the vehicle to shoot a bit straighter. Two men went down this time, as she swept a horizontal line across the warehouse. Fuck, out of bullets, again. Tossing the empty gun away, she had one last plan. It would either save them or kill them.
She ducked into the driver’s seat and turned the key. By the time the Cadillac purred to life, she was already shifting gears and slamming on the gas. Gunsels jumped out of her way as she gunned it towards the warehouse, smashing the brake just before crashing into the side. The hope was that the Raven would take advantage of her distraction, and jump on the roof, so she could speed them both away.