When I'm Free.

BY : DividedFrost
Category: Anita Blake > General
Dragon prints: 993
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake or any of the characters from the Series. This is a Work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. I make no profit from this.

Hey guys! I have had this idea running around for a little while now and I figured it was time to put it on AFF haha. Please review and tell me what you think (at least when I get some more chapters up haha). And please, Enjoy!

Goes without saying that I make no profit from this. I do not own Anita Blake or the characters from the series. This is purely a work of fiction.




 

Self-destruct will commence in ten seconds...

The lights had been cut, now the runners along the floors were lit red with borrowed power from the generators. For those who couldn't hear the announcement signaling the end of the line, the bright flashing lights overheard did a damn good job. However, the bodies at the end of the tunnel didn't seem to be taking the warnings seriously.

Nine...

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" semi-automatic rifles were pointed at her as she stood, leaning against the metal and cement wall to her side. Her right hand was holding her gut where the knife from the last encounter had sliced her wide open. If she was lucky she might not lose some of her organs.

"Do you really want to do this Meechum?" Her voice was light, feather soft, barely there over the whining of the alarms and the voice repeating over the loud speakers.

"Boss says you ain't leaving. As unfortunate as it is Beta, I'm not letting you out that door." Meechum was around six-foot seven and weighed in at nearly three-twenty. None of it was fat and for such a big guy he was surprisingly agile, but even more so his aim was impeccable. The only option she had was to take out his eyes and unfortunately for her, she didn't have anything to throw.

Eight...

"Go home to the girls for good Meechum. I'm too tired to do this with you."

"Why do you want to get out of here so badly?"

"They took him and now they want to kill the Queen. I can't let that happen."

"You owe them nothing! WHY WOULD YOU SACRIFICE YURSELF FOR MONSTERS WHO DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU EXIST?!" Meechum was yelling at her. She was sure if he wasn't such an experienced sociopath, he'd be crying.

Seven...

"We had a good run Meechum but I need to stop Him. He can't kill Her. If She die, the entire power structure would falter and the world as we know it will end."

"You had a good life here."

"Only to those who couldn't see inside..." she said and looked down. "If I didn't know you, I would almost apologize."

Six...

"Don't let her walk out that hall." Meechum brought his gun straight to point. The others who had let their barrels fall slightly during the conversation brought them back to attention. "Shoot to kill."

"I'm sorry Meechum..." Her fingers dug into the metal and cement next to her and she pulled the wall around her to protect from the spray of bullets. Then she kicked it towards the group of men. They would either move or get hit and when one or two tons of wall were coming at you, you moved.

Five...

There were groans of pain after the sound of gunfire stopped and the wall crashed to the floor. She walked down the hall, hand still holding her guts in. They hadn't moved. The blood trails said that much.

"Boss..." She paused and turned to look to her left. Meechum looked up at her with his empty eyes. Even near death he still couldn't actually feel anything. Not fear, not remorse, not sadness.

"Where is your hand held?" He leaned to one side and she grabbed the full size Colt 1911. She had told Meechum many times that if something managed to kill him, she was taking this gun. He said he would never die and now he was laying in a pool of blood, his own and his men. "Goodbye." Two in the heart and one in the head. This close there was blow back and there was nothing left where she'd put the bullets.

Four...

She finished the other four in the same way, even the ones that were dead. Then, she walked through the exit and started running. There was no looking back until the explosion caused a mushroom cloud. By that point she was already a mile out.

A tinkling in her pocket caused her to fish around to find the small hand held device that someone had come up with for communication. She had been told two years prior that it was a cell phone. She didn't like it.

"I'll get you my pretty...and your Little Queen too." The deep masculine laugh on the other end of the small device made her shiver. Without a second thought she crushed the phone and dropped in to the ground.

It was going to be a long way to St Louis. Hopefully her fast travel would allow her to make it in minutes instead of days. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

"Take me to the Queen." Her feet started sliding into the earth. Soon after her shins were encompassed in earth, then her torso and finally she was nothing but one with the earth.

I'm coming to save your pathetic life and those that you hold dear from the Devil Himself. I'm coming for you Anita Blake. 



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