Alexandria Mason
Her nerves had almost completely settled when she turned the corner and saw the streetfront of The Crest about a quarter of a mile down. She glanced down at her phone again, semi disappointed that Vivian hadn't texted her back. It wasn't odd - Vee was always off on some secret mission that Lex never got details for. Of course, in her mind, they were incredible missions that involved daring rescues of other erasers, dressing up in expensive gowns to infiltrate some A-list party, and getting swept of her feet by a black knight mid-operation.
Breaking from her daydream, Lex glanced in her rear view mirror. A blacked out SUV had been trailing behind her since she left the docks. It wasn't out of place to see around a city like this one but the fact that the car was now speeding up to rest right on her bumper was a little disconcerting. She added pressure to the gas pedal, pushing 15 miles over the speed limit. Flying right past the entrance to the club, the SUV matched her in speed. It was obvious now, they were definitely following her for a reason.
Maybe Dean followed me? she thought.
Fine. If he wants to play this game, I'll play.Lex circled the block, bringing her jeep back to the street The Crest resided on. The SUV stayed on her. Snapping her belt tightly, she slammed on her breaks. Her tires squealed and the breaks locked, leaving a set of smoking tracks on the pavement. The black vehicle behind her hit her without slowing down. A sharp pain shot through her elbow as the momentum causes it to smack against the door frame. She glanced down at herself, assessing her body for injuries, as both the vehicles came to a standstill. She looked up and realized they had stopped directly in an intersection. She was thankful they hadn't hit any pedestrians. It wasn't a consideration she made when she decided to let the SUV hit her.
She looked in her rearview mirror again. No one had attempted to get out behind her yet. Maybe she had injured him more than she had intended.
Like I care, she thought.
It's not like he hasn't injured me before.She unbuckled herself and felt her elbow. There were no apparent protrusions and the pain was already subsiding. She reached over to open the driver's side door right as another SUV came barreling through the intersection and t-boned her jeep in the passenger side rear. She was thrown against her door as the jeep spun in circles over and over, then slowly began tipping on its side. She braced her arms against the door and steering wheel, hoping it would tip slow enough that she wouldn't be thrown. It landed driver's side down, shattering the windshield in the process. Lex squeezed her eyes shut as the glass sprayed around her. Then, everything stopped moving.
Lex opened her eyes. She had fallen against the door as the jeep fell over. Looking out the crushed windshield, she saw a pair of scuffed snakeskin boots. Another pair of black military boots fell into step beside the first. One of the owners of the boots spoke. "See if the bitch is still alive," his voice bit out, rough and deep. "If she is, fix it." The black boots made a few more steps toward the jeep. Lex's heart was pounding wildly. She reached for the center console, praying it would open to get her gun out. She then remembered she hadn't put it away after the incident at the docks, it was still in her holster.
She reached into her shirt and pulled the gun out. She hadn't disarmed it after she left Dean so a bullet was sitting in the chamber, ready to fire. The black boots stopped directly in front of the windshield. The body crouched down. Lex aimed. As soon as the man's face appeared, Lex shot. The bullet hit directly between his eyes, the momentum from such a close shot knocked him backward. His body didn't even twitch. Snakeskin jogged over to the jeep but he was smart enough to not stand in her view.
"Come out here, little girl." He called out to her. She tried to listen for his footsteps but the blood was pounding in her ears so hard, she lost track of him. The passenger door was suddenly yanked opened, spilling light from the surrounding businesses into the shadowed jeep. A shot rang out but Lex felt nothing. The man must have thought he hit her because he peered into the cab. As soon as his head blocked out the streelights streaming into her eyes, Lex shot again, hitting him in the throat. He clutched his throat and his blood sprayed down on Lex's face. She pulled herself into a ball until she was sure he stopped moving.
When no one else made a play to shoot her, Lex crawled out of the windshield. The glass scraped her stomach but it was worth it if she didn't have to crawl next to a dead Snakeskin hanging above her. She got to her feet, still clutching her pistol. The street seemed completely evacuated, which was odd for this part of town, even this late at night. They must have blocked off the roads somewhere. She looked over to The Crest where she knew she'd be safe inside. She started walking over, her elbow still sore from the impact. It was then that she noticed she couldn't feel her right leg. She looked down and saw a bullet wound on the outside of her thigh. "Goddamn, I guess he did hit me." Her sight went black and she dropped to the pavement.
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