Calise

One Shot

Rated K
For violence

Author's note: Ok I've decided to try writing a one shot (it's like a short story/scene etc.) for the first time in my life. And my MicroSoft word is expired so I typed this on Notepad -.- So sorry for any grammer/spelling mistakes.

"Duck! Duck, Calise, DUCK!"

Calise quickly dove for cover, just in time for the glass panel behind her to shatter into a million pieces and rain upon her like sparkling diamonds. She swore under her breath but hurridly composed herself just in time to spring a surprise attack on the 'enemy'. With an amazing skilled swing, her parang struck flesh, and blood splattered in bursts of contrasting streams and tiny drops. She grinned as he slowly crumbled to the floor, moaning as he grabbed his injured leg, desperately trying to stop the blood that was flowing profusely out of the gashing wound.

"Calise quick, he's getting away."

The main reason why they were there, Calise and her crew - Jaz, Deanne, Amy, Sherene and Brie, was because they had to take him out. Him, not his back-ups, not his friends. Just him. They had to get him, and get him now, so Calise hastily composed herself and sprinted to her friends' side.

"To your right Calise, there!"

Deanne sweared her head to her right, where a shadow could be seen in her peripheral vision. A slight ghast of wind toyed with Deanne's hair as Calise raced towards that dark figure. The rest wasted no time in following her trail, moving rhythemically toward their target.

"You son of a bitch, stop and face me like a real man."

Calise indeed lived up to her title of the fastest in the team, she had caught up with him in no time at all.

"Ah, my dear Calise, here you are again."

Soft moonlight flickered through the intricate web that the pine trees weaved with their branches, slowly, angle by jutted angle, unravelling the mysterious figure. It was Brett. They had finally found him. The whole point of them particularly coming here was to get Brett.

"Shut up, Brett."
"Why, babe, what's wrong?"
"Don't you call me that you-"
"Aw, look who's angry."

Calise's blood boiled even at the thought of him. Three weeks ago, Brett committed the ultimate betrayal - he turned his back on the crew. He had almost gotten Calise killed because of his adamant and selfish ways. Sweat trickled down in tiny beads, down the limp strands of Calise's hair, down her porcelain skin, down her ragged clothes. She would never forget that day - not now, not ever. The loud, resounding shots of revolvers and machine guns still rung in her ears, filling up the silence, pushing all other noises out of her earshot. The look on the peoples' faces around her, their pupils dilated, drained of hope. Their faces wrinkled and hollow, tired from the never ending fights. But the most vivid and clearest part of that memory would have to be that look on Brett's face, as his long fingers wrapped themselves on the shiny, silver trigger, and as he slowly raised the weapon and took aim at the unsuspecting Steffie. If the saying "looks can kill" was true, then the look Brett was shooting at Steffie would have probably drained the life out of her in less than a second. His plump lips curled up into a twisted smile, and his mud brown hair was flying all over the place. Just like a madman, Calise always thought.

"You'd be angry if you were me too, Brett."
"For what?"
"Don't ask me that, you jolly well know why, you asshole."

The thing Calise regretted the most was being too late. Just as she turned around to witness what Brett was doing, she flew to him, shouting panick ridden warnings to Steffie. But she was too late, Brett pulled the trigger, and everything stopped. The sound of the bullet whizzing through the air, and piercing human flesh, filled the whole area, the only disruption being Steffie's body coming heavily down, and her bones making contact with the cold, hard cement floor when they should not have. Steffie was Calise's best friend, and at that moment in time, Calise's whole world had seemed to cease to exist. In almost perfect mimicking, Calise, too, lost feeling in her legs and allowed gravity do the rest. But not before she swore to Brett's escaping silhouette that she would get him for his damnable deed, for what he so cold-heartedly did to her best friend.

"Aw, still holding a grudge, baby?"

His menacing words pulled Calise back to the present, and she focused, determined to fufill her promise to Steffie. Her eyes widened and lightened, as if they were set on fire. Muscles tensed beneath the fabrics of her clothes, and she found her lips curling up almost the same way Brett's did, into that sick, masochistic smile. She paced forward, towards Brett, one heavy, anger-filled footstep at a time. Just as she was one hair length's away from his ugly, dirt-patched face, she stopped.

"Yes, Brett. I do still hold a grudge. And now I'm going to get back at you for what you did to Steffie!"

In one swift motion, Calise tugged free her gun safely tucked away underneath her ruined jacket, placed the stainless steel barrel to Brett's head, and fired.

The End

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