Sarah slowly walked, checking her surroundings, in search of Keith. 'I've got to get through to him,' Sarah thought to herself, feeling guilty for the previous death. As she pondered about Keith, a bullet pierced through the arm, which she carried her pistol in. She immediately dropped to the ground, clutching her arm in the process.
"Oh no...What the fuck happened..." Keith dramatically said as he saw his pal Moe, dead, and sandwiched between the two cars.
"You bitch...you fucking bitch," Keith rambled, still in shock. Sarah just looked at him with fear in her eyes. She worried for her life. She had to use her wit and charm to save her life.
"C'mon Keith, you have your whole life ahead of you," Sarah panicked, trying to stall, so she could think of an effective strategy. Her arm grew number by the second. She needed medical attention.
“SHUT UP,” he yelled, not listening to her advice.
"Time to die Sarah," Keith added coldly, staring at Sarah with mean eyes.
"Don't hate me, it's not like I chose for it to end like this," Keith snarled as he readied to pull the trigger, as he aimed at Sarah's chest.
"Bye," he said, ending his speech, as his finger slowly pulled back. Sarah had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide this time. She starting sliding backwards over the dusty, cold ground, scraping her bare legs in the process. Keith just walked closer and closer towards her as she moved back, smiling, sort of like he was enjoying torturing her. It seemed like he was some kind of sick sadist. Sarah let his good looks blind her from his true motives. She continued to slide backwards in fear, with her wounded arm losing more blood as the time passed.
Keith moved closer to her, aiming his gun right in her face. He stood right over her, laughing manically.
"Sarah...Sarah...Sarah..." he wickedly cackled while staring at her. He lightly kicked at her, taunting her. He extended his leg back and went for a much harder kick, but Sarah caught his foot with her hand, and flipped him over. He landed hard on his back, bruising his tailbone, and it took a while for him to gain composure.
Sarah ran, glancing back as he fired shots, missing her by a hair each time. He was quick to his feet as he chased after the sexy agent. Sarah was now unarmed, she wondered when the backup she had called would arrive. She ran until she was cornered back into a huge junk pile. Keith came closer and closer, with his worried expression changing to a sadistic grin. He wasn't going to waste time and let her escape again. He couldn't let his arrogance get the best of him. He laughed mocking Sarah as her back pressed against the wall behind her. Keith was distracted for a second when he heard a police siren in the distance. He made the mistake of taking his eyes off Sarah. When he looked back he saw a yellow substance coming directly into his face.
Sarah had picked up a jar filled with chemicals from some junk pile. The substance struck Keith's face, burning his flesh. He fired his gun, but the chemicals blinded him and burned his eyes, making him miss at every attempt. Sarah quickly rushed towards him, kicking him in the face to add to insult. She grabbed his gun, took her handcuffs out of her purse and restrained the man. He cursed, whining about his face, the cute face, which Sarah had ruined. Sarah clutched her arm and let out a sigh of relief while she waited for her backup. |