She took gentle steps to make sure the weapon (which she knew was a gun) followed at a close range behind her. She had to live. The slow steps she took forward somehow became motivational to her. She opened her eyes to Laura sitting on her bed with her gun still pointing at her. She suddenly came to a stop.
"Move," the voice said again behind her as the gun touched her head. Suddenly, her father's voice echoed in her head, the voice she had often heard during her shooting lessons.
"It is now or never, Tanya shoot!"
"Why 're u smiling?" She heard Laura's voice.
"Kneel." The voice said behind her.
"Be careful, she's a bitch who broke my ankle."
She should have explained better. The moment she knelt down, she jabbed through the air into the unfortunate foot behind her with all the force and will to live. She had tilted her head slightly and unbelievably quick, she had grabbed the hand that held the gun behind her just immediately as she jabbed her foot toward the unfortunate foot behind her.
She had pushed the hand above her shoulder as she had delivered the kick, sending him flying with a broken ankle through the air. She was sure he would shoot at the slightest move she would make, if he was as trained as she anticipated. He did as anticipated but was not quick enough to realise the gun no longer pointed at Tanya's head.
A yelp emerged as the person behind her came crashing on the tiled floor.
The mask he wore over his face revealed a significant little part of his face. It gave Tanya a sharp headache which she grinned at.
He wanted to pull the mask over but he stopped midway, he had heard a click from a gun behind him. It was Tanya, she now wielded his gun. He grinned, he should never have underestimated her. She was the daughter of a Templar. He would admit she was well learned in close contact combat.
"Don't move!" Tanya said.
Laura was rolling on her back.
"I said don't move!"
"But my belly!" Laura screamed back, her bloodied hand grabbed her stomach as she grunted in pain.
Tanya made out Laura had been mistakenly shot during the struggle that lasted seconds between her and this strange masked man. When she had shifted the assassin's hand, he had shot Laura's belly instead of Tanya's head.
"I thought you were a...a... well trained assassin! My father... he paid you!" Laura said amidst grunts of pain.
"To kill my whole life?" Tanya asked, amazed. What parent would hire a killer to kill their daughter's rival? She had not heard of this anywhere! Except if it was more than that. But what could be more?
Tanya's head ached again. She grinned as she realized she held two killers at bay, a slight suspicion of weakness from these killers would mean her death. She tried to stabilize herself with a grin when this aches shot across her head.
"Why did you?" Tanya asked. "Is it because of Ronald? Because... of him?...Ronald?" One would not believe such face could shed a tear.