Chapter 107
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I stared confused at them, blinking innocently at them as I tilted my head to the side. "Why aren't you guys laughing anymore? Hmm, I guess you all followed your science lessons pretty well."
"You don't dare." Casper sneered warningly.
Grinning cheerfully I shrugged, the bottoms of my eyes smiling. "Oh well, you know what they say about redheads," I paused for my expression to morph into a pissed one, the vein in my temple ticking angrily. "we've got a short fuse."
The moment I placed my thumb on the ignition button of the torch and my other thumb on the button of the deodorant spray Mark rose up and made a mad dash for me. Pressing down both of the buttons at the same time, caused a chemical reaction that was akin to a dragon's fire breath engulfing the surroundings in front of me in flame.
While running Mark hooked his arm around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder. I grunted when my stomach made an impact with his shoulder. Speeding of faster as if I didn't weight anything laughing like a crazed person he yelled, "Keep firing kitten!"
No need to tell me that twice! Ignoring my body that kept on bouncing up and down from Mark's monstrous running speed with a steady arm I kept on firing letting my burning anger to never cease.
Casper's yelling voice that became faint as the distance between us kept on increasing demanded his goons to go after us, but the men only casted wavering eyes at the burning flame that was charring everything down to ashes; refusing to go through there to suffer third degree burns.
In a matter of seconds we were now standing in front of the door that led to the parking garage. Mark placed me down on the floor, my back facing the hellish fire. "Some of Casper's men will be behind this door. The moment I open the door go find Casper's car while I keep them busy." Mark instructed.
Wait, what? Casper's car? I craned my head up staring at Mark's side profile. "Why Casper's car? We don't even have his car keys." I raised my brow, giving him a questioning look. Mark's gaze met mine, twinkling with mischievousness before he pulled out what seems to be keys, dandling them in front of me as he grinned ear to ear. "You mean these?"
My jaw went slack. "How-" The smoke of the fire started to billow in our direction, filling my airways with undesired fumes causing me to have a coughing fit. Mark's smile together with the playfulness in his voice fell away like a discarded cloak. "I swiped them when I was pinning him down to the ground. I am going to open the door now and this time listen to me and run. You hear me?" He said curtly as he pointed warningly at me.
I nodded, giving him a short reply. "I will."
He offered me a small smile while placing his hand on the doorknob and commented, "Good." Before bursting through the door in to the cold parking garage where indeed a group of men were present.
They didn't try to cover the distaste on their faces before launching at us, pulling out their guns- but Mark was faster as he nailed four of them in their heads. I promptly whisked the keys from Mark's hand and started to run.
Wait. A sudden question appeared in my mind and while still running turned my head around, looking over my shoulder to inquire Mark, "How do I know which of these cars belongs to Casper!?"
He paused shortly after killing another one, "The one that screams "give me attention!" now go!" He starts firing his gun again the sound of that together with the screaming men resonating throughout the parking.
I run blindly, not even knowing where to start. I kept on zigzagging, twirling my head around; feeling my breath becoming more and more elaborated as my stamina started to deplete. What does he mean with 'the one that screams attention'?
From the corner of my eyes something started to shine brightly, catching my attention I ceased my running and turned my body around to gaze upon a bright orange neon colored tesla and I gasped, "Oh…" That's certainly screaming for attention. I snapped my head around and yelled in the direction were Mark was dealing with the last pair of men, "Found it!"
Reaching the driver seat I pulled out the keys and fumbled around with them to unlock the car. I was about to climb in to the driver seat when a bullet shot into the car next to me. I looked behind me in panic and saw the guard holding a gun. I was about to pull out my own gun when an arm materialized out of thin air, wrapping itself around the guards neck chocking him in the process. The nozzle of a gun was placed against his temple accompanied by a vicious voice, "Don't fucking touch what's mine."
In a split second I saw fear flashing in the guard's dark eyes before a bullet went through his skill. The arm that held his neck removed itself letting the body fall down on the ground revealing Mark who was behind him.
