Page 119 of Ash and Poison

“But this will.” Layne plunged the knife into his thigh and slid out from between his legs, her face dripping with his blood. She punched him in the stomach and twisted his hand behind his back.

A bullet whizzed past me, lodging into the wooden wall. They struggled until Layne finally disarmed him, kicking the gun away. They stood up at the same time, but she was quicker. She lunged, her fingers curling around it.

She turned it around, pointing it at his stomach.

He growled.

“Hiya, little Dicklan, nice to see you again,” Layne purred, kicking him down and pressing her foot on his chest with a grin. “Did you like the gift I sent you? I took my time carving dear Toby's hand. Do you still keep it, you perverted bastard?”

After we killed Toby, Layne made a display out of his hand in bright pink, and sent it to Declan.

“It was you, you fucking bitch,” Declan growled.

“Bingo.”

“It wasn’t you, Diya?” he said, looking up from the floor, still bleeding. “I-I thought it was you, I thought you were goading me…”

I closed my eyes with a sigh. Whatever was in the syringe was already working.

“Should I do the same to you?” Layne said. “But this time, I want to do it when you’re alive. You should have stayed the fuck away from Diya.” I heard a gunshot and a shout.

“You fucking bitch. You’ll pay for this,” he cursed.

“Oops. My finger slipped.”

It was hard to keep my eyes open. Through the blanket of darkness, I saw Declan stumbling up from the floor, lunging at Layne. But he was already wounded and she… she was one of the fastest sprinters on the track team at high school.

Unlike me, she was good at fighting.

“Come at me, Little Dicklan, let’s finish this today.”

“Layne…” I slurred.

“You left us in that place, and I…” Layne growled, and the gun went off again. “We would have died. And then you-you thought you could come here and kill my sister?”

Declan groaned again.

“Run, run, run, but you won’t be going too far,” Layne taunted.