"I could call an ambulance, you're gonna get infected from your third degree burn." Raymond said as he kicked his gun to the place Laura had indicated. He held his hand up in the air after this.
"I took a sufficient amount of morphine, I'm immune to pain for the next one hour." Her voice was becoming relaxed. That was not what Tanya needed now. Laura had to be afraid or angry.
"Let's not waste much time, get it over with. Jealous bitch!" Tanya exclaimed.
"Jealous?" Laura looked down at a kneeling Tanya. "Jealous! Yes I am! Ronald just changed towards me when your message got to him that night. He was..." Tanya knew she would go a long way to explain, it was who Laura was, explaining to the details and now would mean her freedom, if she was to live.
"...sent the note, she should have indicated..."
It was now or never.
Tanya shot her foot backward, hitting Laura on the ankle. She heard a satisfying crack before Laura went down with a thud. Tanya had turned on Laura who still held her gun, she prepared her hand for hard hits on Laura's half burnt face.
"Stop Tanya!" Raymond said behind her. "Drop the gun lady, it's over." Tanya saw Raymond point his gun at Laura. She moved to Raymond's position.
"Oh really?" Laura laughed. She rolled on her belly and in the blink of an eye, there was a thud. Tanya looked beside her and saw Raymond hit the floor with a dark red spot at the back of his head, blood oozed out of his head.
Laura was still laughing. "I wasn't alone bitch! Never alone." She pointed her gun at a dumbfounded Tanya whose hands went up as Laura's gun faced her.
She closed her eyes, now was not the time to die. She had souls to avenge. She was not sure of what to do till she felt a warm iron tube at the nape of her neck. She had expected it.
"Move." She heard a muffled masculine voice.