It seemed like a bad plan, but they needed food for their dog. Against Gerry's advisement, Keirra went out on her own. The little rogue moved slowly to the apartment, holding that favored sword at her side. Her "body guard", some beefheaded knob from Gerry's work crew was never more than a few steps behind her. She slipped up to the door, back pressed to the wall. "Damn it, Starscream..." she whispered. She should've brought the dog, but she hadn't thought of it. She moved slowly into the apartment. He certainly looked intimidating, that was for sure. As she went move in, he stayed behind.
Jameson's voice whispered from a corner, hidden in shadow. "You scream and both of you die." She could see the barrel of a pistol trained on her.
"Oh, look....The cross-eyed scrotum monger is here..." she mumbled beneath her breath. She turned and pointed her sword at him as if it were a gun, but when she saw his weapon, the blade vibrated in her hand.
"Put that thing down before your arm falls off." His barely visible smirk directed at her, he gestured with his gun to the bed. "Sit."
Keirra looked at the window, deciding on what to do. She was fast, but she knew she wasn't fast enough to outrun a bullet. "Yeah, *** you very much..." Keirra said, sitting on the couch. She'd sit, but she wasn't sitting on the bed.
"Ophelia. Nuts. That was the bull** name you gave me, right?"
"Actually, I got divorced and went back to my maiden name. It's Ophelia Cox now."
"Funny." He stared at her a long moment. "You're a smart woman. What's someone like you doing with a piece of *** like Finnegan?"
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about....He's just the guy I moved in after," staring him down. "...if I was with him, I would say he's twice the man you are, so you can just *** right off."
"Enough with that flimsy pretense. you and I both know it's bull***. I know you know him. I saw the two of you with your dark haired girlfriend the other night."
"Fine, I'm with him." Keirra smiled, "And he's twice the man you are, so you can just *** right off. Better?"
"You think he's a good man?"
"I know he is," Keirra said, her eyes locking onto his.
"That what he's got you convinced of? That man has more blood on his hands than you can imagine. You think he's decent' Why' Because he batted his pretty eyes at you? Put on that lovable dumb guy act' Finnegan's a time bomb. One of these Days, he's gonna go off, and you don't wanna be in his way when he does."
A bottom lip popped out, "You're still sore from that beating he gave you?" she asked, blinking rapidly.
Jameson's head tilted, as he stared at her hard. "You ever wake up on a rickety old raft, your face torn open, so weak you can barely move from the blood loss" You ever looked around and seen only ocean for hundreds of miles in every direction' You think this is about a fight' No. This is about justice. For every son of a bitch who left me to die on that raft. Left me to do horrible things to survive. I been workin' my way down the list. Now it's his turn."
"You're not going to make me feel sorry for you, Jameson....You're certainly not going to get me to lead you to him." Keirra said, keeping the sword in her hand.
"This ain't about you leadin' me to him. I'd rather there not be collateral damage. This ain't about you. This is between me and him. " God he had a hell of a poker stare. "This is me bein' kind. Walk away. Or die screaming with him."
Keirra smiled softly, "You don't know me very well," she told him. "I'm going to have to go with option 3....Where he and I take you down. I'm sorry that you went through that, seriously. But if you hurt Gerry, you hurt me. I won't walk away from that. I'll kill you myself."
Jameson nodded, a grim on expression on his face. That was when a knock cane on the door. "Mrs. Finnegan' Everything alright?" The dumb kid's voice asked through the door trying to sound tough.
Keirra winced lightly, "Everything's fine!" she yelled. "Just grabbing a few things."
Jameson rose to his feet slowly. He stared down at her, and cocked his head to the one side, A pop coming from his neck.
"He doesn't even know you're in here," she hissed. "...what about collateral damage" Just let it go..."
"You had the chance to stop this." He started toward the door, throwing a glance back at her.
"GET BACK!" Keirra yelled out. The kid, instead kicked in the door, Jameson calmly moved out of it's path and put a boot into his stomach, sending him stumbling back against the wall. Gripping the sword in her hand, Keirra began panting lightly as she tried to collect her head. She got up to her feet, and stared with wide eyes. The kid got his bearings and took a wild swing, Jameson leaning out of the path and coming back up, a vicious elbow thrown in the young bruiser's face. Jameson's hand reached back and was thrust, lightning quick, palm connecting with the kid's nose, red bursting forth in a spray as his head slammed back, cracking the drywall.
Moving on light feet, Keirra moved behind the man. She couldn't swing in a deadly place, she wasn't a killer. That didn't stop her from trying to stab the man in the thigh. Jameson turned to one side just in time, the blade catching his pant leg. As her thrust went as far as it could go, he grabbed her by the wrist with his right hand. The second her wrist was caught, her leg was flying up to try and catch him in his beans. Jameson's left was coming at her face quickly in a close fisted back-hand. When his hand clipped her face, she squeezed her eyes shut, and uttered a soft cry through her teeth.
Her kick caught him behind the thigh, her toe going around and hitting its mark. He grit his teeth and the pain radiated through his abdomen. Still dazed, the kid tried to throw a wild punch that connected only with Jameson's forearm as he turned quickly. That elbow came back one...twice...three times into his face before the big meathead fell onto his backside, his face dripping crimson.
Keirra's face slowly went through the lifespan of a bruise as she attempted to spin and get her wrist free. That left hand was moving to snatch his gun. Jameson's body turned from her, free hand moving to grab her by the face as quick as he could. His foot hooked and pulled against the back her her ankle, his body moving into the motion of his thrusting arm. Keirra felt her weightless body hit the floor without much effort needed from the man. Her head cracked against the floor, and she limpined for only a moment, still squirming lightly.
He stared own at her a long moment...that was when he heard it. Click. His own gun pressed to his side. He glanced at the weapon in her hands and looked down at her. "Crafty little bitch."
Keirra looked up at him with cold eyes, "Thanks....Now get the *** off of me before I paint the wall with you..."
Those eyes stared down at her a long time, deciding what to do next. But he decided his point was made. Slowly he stood, backing toward the door, his hands up. Even now, a gun trained on him, he had that arrogant swagger in his movements. The expression on his face almost daring her to pull the trigger.
"No," Keirra said, staring him down. "Stay right there....I swear on my ability to orgasm, I will shoot you in the head."
"Maybe. You think you could" Right now your head is probably swimmin'. Feelin' a little dizzy. Little woozy. Might hit me. Might hit the door. Might hit your little friend down here."
Keirra took a step towards him, "You notice how my face isn't even a little red right now where you hit me"....I heal very fast," she hissed her warning. Though it was a lie, the blood was wearing off. "I know I could, now sit the *** down."
"No. I don't think you got it in ya." He shook his biting the inside of his cheek. "Nah. You ain't a killer. I seen killers and you ain't one of 'em. You're a hardass bitch, but you ain't got it in you to take me down."
Keirra kept the gun trained on him, "You want to try me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He quirked eyebrow and kept his hands up, moving to sit wherever she wanted him to. Legs took careful steps so that she could keep the gun trained on him. "Good boy, now stay." Condescending as ever as she stared him down and reached into her pocket for her phone. stared up to her with a smirk.
"The *** are you smiling about?" she asked as she dialed a number without looking.
"Do you realize I could kill you before that call goes through' I could get to my feet, break your neck, crash through that door, kill the kid in less time than it's taking me to describe it to you?"
"Faster than a bullet?" she asked, because she hadn't taken the gun off of him.
His brows raised. "wanna find out?"
"I'll take my chances," she said, and pressed the phone to her ear.
The thumb and forefinger of his tapped together as he stared at her, a tap for every second.
"Yeah, Ginny....He's here, at the apartment." She uttered into the phone, her attention directed away for a mere second.
As soon as she said "apartment", his left arm swiped quickly, knocking the gun away from him, his body rising at the same time, moving forward. His right hand wrapped around her throat, his elbow planting against her sternum as he lifted her from the ground, driving her tiny form back, back, back into the wall of the hallway. A panicked Ginny screaming for Keirra on the other end of the phone as it clattered to the floor. Jameson stared into her eyes, his head tilting to the right slowly, his face inches from her's. irra choked out, the phone falling from her hand to grab around his wrist. Her knee came up almost immediately as the gun went off, a bullet sinking into the wall. Her knee slammed into his ribs, but he put her into the wall again, cracking the drywall, before dropping her in a heap. Keirra fired off another shot into the wall as her vision blurred lightly. Her head sank down to the floor, and she let her eyes fall shut.
He stepped back from her slowly, and straightened himself out. He wiped his mouth and started moving toward the stairwell. "You tell him I said hello."