Lisa's P.O.V
He was struggling to put in the password for the lock on the door. That was when I snuck up on him. I impelled the girls in handcuffs who were standing on the porch, right behind the man, to keep shut as I tip-toed towards him.
I felt the ice place crawl up my arms as an ice-dagger formed in the right one. It looked pretty sharp. It was an obviously easy mission and that peeved me pretty bad— just a stab through his throat and he was dead.
I was just about to ambush him when a strong force flung me away like a piece of paper in the wind. Consequently, the dagger flew out of my grip and melted.
It was surprising but was exactly what I needed.
'What the hell was that?' I asked myself.
He turned back and when he caught sight of me, he smirked. Then he walked towards me, still with that evil smirk plastered on his face. I was still on the floor when he pointed a gun at my head. I shut my eyes and in a split second, he pulled the trigger.
I didn't feel a thing.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a large block of ice right in front of my face with a bullet inserted into it. It was shielding me. I was so glad I didn't die.
The criminal guy was taken aback. I took that as my opportunity and flung the block of ice into his face so hard, he fell.
I quickly stood up and that was when I felt a sensation flow through me. So, my vision turned light blue and my trusty ice swords formed in both my hands. "Game over, trafficking bitch!"
He shot at me continuously but I just blocked the bullets with my swords. I advanced towards him, still blocking off the bullets.
When I finally was face-to-face with him, his bullets were practically exhausted. He took in a deep breath, knowing the misfortune that had befallen him.
But I didn't want it to end that way… I still longed for a hand to hand combat so I dropped the swords.
He grinned and swiftly pointed his gun in my face. Damn, I had actually thought his bullets were exhausted. Dropping my swords was the most stupid thing I could do at that point.
Lucky for me, one of the handcuffed girls: the one closest to him, kicked him and he missed his lucky shot—the only opportunity he had against me. I took mine and landed him a punch in his face. Then I gave him an uppercut and a couple more punches to his face till he bled from his mouth.
He spat the blood in his mouth out and cleaned it with his sleeves, as he stared viciously at me.
He threw a kick to my face and I ducked. I kicked his knee and literally heard his femur and fibula dislocate. What shocked me was that he reset his dislocated bones in seconds and without feeling a thing. What in the world was he??
He then threw punches at me really fast but surprisingly, I parried them all. At the slightest chance I got, I kicked him in the abdomen.
The force was so much; he flew right off the porch and landed his ass on the concrete ground. In no time, he stood up at once and came accelerating towards me.
I prepared some icicles and shot them at him but none of them got his face. When he reached me, he jumped and gave me a Superman punch to my face. I tried blocking it but the force pushed me and I hit the back of my head on the large truck.
Outraged, I felt that cold blood run through my blood vessels and I'm not being hyperbolic in any way. A glaive formed at both ends of my closed fist. Looking victoriously into his eyes, I stabbed him through his abdomen.
I took it out and skillfully used it to maim him badly.
He fell to the ground, defeated. And then I used the weapon to stab his heart through his chest. His blood was everywhere on my hoodie and that made me pretty irritated.
I watched him for about ten seconds. He didn't move or breathe so I was certain he was dead.
My vision finally turned normal so the glaive stuck in the corpse's heart melted and ran down his body along with his blood.
I approached the six girls who were still standing at the door… gaping at me wildly with their tired eyes filled with awe.
"What?" I asked and paused. "He was a prick…" I tried to justify as I pulled off the hood. Up-close, they actually looked like they were in their early twenties—definitely not my age mates.
"Oh I forgot: you guys don't speak English."
"Nah, we actually do," one of the girls commented. It was the one with brown hair. She looked really pretty and I can say with certainty that she didn't deserve what she was going through in the least… none of them did. I was shocked by the fact that they also knew how to speak English.
"I'm Veronica. And these are my friends, Deborah, Zoe, Emma, Olivia and Gen," she introduced.
"Nice to meet y'all." I paused and inspected the chains. "So how are we gonna get rid of these chains?" I asked rhetorically and that was when I noticed some metallic devices cuffing their thin necks.
"What are those?" I asked, touching the one on Veronica's neck.
"Don't know what they're called but they inject us with sedatives which make us sleep instantly when we try to run away from captivity and the man you just killed presses a button on his…" Something behind me caught her eye.
"There's something I forgot to tell you," she started. "There's someone else you need to kill."
I turned back and saw a hefty man, standing by the truck, wielding an SMG (submachine gun) which he pointed at me.
"Let me introduce him to you; he's who they call 'The Dragon.'" Veronica mentioned. "He's a prick too." She said jokingly.
Instantly, he started shooting at me. I created a large impenetrable ice shield that covered my entire body and advanced towards him.
"What the fuck!" He exclaimed with a rough voice. But no matter how many bullets he shot at me, they couldn't perforate my cover. It was amazing!
As soon as the idea got to me, I hopped on my hover board and sped towards him, hitting him hard with the shield. He fell, dropping the SMG.
I quickly picked it up. Damn, it was so heavy.
"God! How are you guys able to carry this thing?" I asked rhetorically asked as I surveyed it. It was the first time I was holding a gun in my hands. It felt really great.
He held me by my leg and dragged me down. I was taken unawares.
He stood up and dragged me up by my hair. "No, no, not the hair"
"You talk too much," he said in his unusually rough voice, still dragging me by my hair. It was excruciating.
My vision turned blue "Let's see about that," An ice sword formed in my hand and then I stabbed it through his chest. He obviously wasn't expecting it.
He gasped for air like an oxygen-starved boar. I lifted the sword up and beheaded him.
His blood went spilling like a fountain while his head rolled away from the rest of his body.
I couldn't believe I just did that.
I walked up to the girls for a second time. "Any other person you'd like to tell me about?" I asked but got no response.
"Wow! I'm still amazed by what you did back there." Veronica expressed.
I chuckled. "That's part of my job. Besides, how did you guys get captured? Why?"
"Well, one unlucky day, we were abducted on our way back from school." She articulated with her pure British accent.
"And since then?"
"We've been touring the world: CSW."
"What the…" I restrained myself "That's freaking insane! Till now, I'd have thought that all that was just a crazy tale."
"It's not. And this building you see here…" She started, pointing at the door. "This is where they keep girls like us. Girls who can't even find their way back home." She let out.
"That's fucking cynical."
"I know, right? But there's nobody in there now. More will be coming soon."
"More?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. You thought we were the only ones? Come on… look how large the building is."
"Where do you guys even school?" I asked.
"London. It's spread across the world though. London's just the tip of the iceberg." She explained. "Why ask?"
"Nothing really. I could tell you were British though. Your accent sells you out." I said and smiled slightly. "You guys don't deserve any of the pains you've been going through."
"Yeah. Thanks…" she said dolefully.
"Anyway, I think I should liberate you guys already, right?"
"Yeah," Veronica responded.
I told her to keep her hands as far away from each other as possible and then I struck the chains with my sword. It cut clean on the first try. I did same for the rest of them.
Ugh! How in the world was I supposed to get the collars off? "Do you have any idea how I can get these collars off?" I asked Veronica.
She still spoke with her British accent "You just gotta input the correct code in the keypad"
"And if it's wrong?"
"Have never tried but I presume I'd get shocked or something. Fun, right?" She asked sarcastically.
"Do you like… have a clue on the code." I asked. I know; it was a really stupid question. There was hardly any chance did. If she had known the code, she'd have probably escaped a long time ago.
She stroked her chin. "Try 5701." I did and luckily, it worked. I removed the collar and cast it aside.
Somehow, they all knew the passwords for their collars. It was kinda confounding but I didn't ask how. They probably just saw it somewhere or heard it or something.
Anyway, when I got to Emma; the one with the black hair, she told me hers was '9325.'
I was just about to input it when I observed that all of them had the same tattoo on their necks... The exact same goddamn tattoo! They were formerly concealed by the collars.
'The tattoos were probably a means of identification for the insane assholes who trafficked others.' I convinced myself so I waved it off and inputted the password—9… 3… 2... 5'