Part 1- The First House

Eddie checked the ammo in the black revolver, “I’m taking this Forty-Five-”

“No! You’re not shooting anyone and waking up this block!” Rica growled while loading a five round clip in her rifle.

“So why’d you load your rifle?” he asked.

“Because I’m not you!” she huffed, peeking from behind Eddie’s car at the house they staked out, one hundred feet away.

Rica aimed her rifle at the house, peering in the window with her night scope. A female and three men occupied two floors, each man Rica’s ‘contract.’

“Just those three, and the so called ‘hostage’ kidnapped by her boyfriend. Which one is her boyfriend?” asked Rica.

“The big one,” answered Eddie.

“You mean the biggest one. Yeah, I’ll take him last.”

“Oh, you’ll take him last? Who hired you little girl?”

“Excuse me? What’d you say to me?” scowled Rica.

“I said your plan makes no sense! How are you going to kill them if you’re not gonna-..uh!”

Eddie shut his mouth when Rica whipped out and twirled a razor sharp bayonet in his face. She then affixed the seven inch bayonet to the end of her rifle barrel, and now wielded an edged weapon.

“Your boss hired me for my blade, and those three idiots in that house are gonna feel it!” she vowed, staring at the house from behind Eddie’s car.

“And Eddie, I don’t give a damn what you think of me or my plan, but I need you to execute. Now, when I run to that house you count to ten then you run in and grab the girl. That’s it and that’s all, are we clear?”

“You child, those three men are stronger than they look!” he grunted.

“Yeah, so am I! Now follow the plan and count to ten!” she commanded, then bolted for the house.

Rica’s Run

Rica staked the house earlier and knew these men kept the kitchen side door open. They weren’t expecting company. At top speed she ran straight for the door, counting.

“Eight…Nine..”

At ten she kicked in the door and blitzed the one man in the kitchen, thrusting her bayonet through his neck before he blinked.

“You’re number one, guy,” she whispered. The man stared in her eyes, gurgled blood and fell. This gave Rica two seconds to..

“What the he-?” Rica yelped.

The man stood up again and grabbed her rifle, with the bayonet still in his neck. Panicking, Rica yanked the weapon back then thrust it through his heart, impaling him.

“Gaaaahhhh!” he gasped, and this time he stopped moving, one down.

‘What just happened? I stabbed him in the throat! How did he?’ Rica fretted, dashing to the next room she-

“You little bitch!”

The second kidnapper appeared from Rica’s left and kicked her hard. The strike knocked the preteen rifle girl across the room. She landed on her side.

“Owwww!” she cried, palming her bruised rib. Before the man attacked again the third kidnapper flew in the room, the big boyfriend.

“Perra!” the big man yelled. Rica positioned for attack, sticking to her plan: Kill these men, get the girl.

“I’ll take you both!” she yelled and rushed the second man who rammed at her throwing a hard left punch. Too slow, Rica slashed her rifle downward, severing the man’s forearm from his elbow.

“Raaah!” The man screamed watching his arm fall to the floor.

Still fighting, Rica spun and blocked the charging boyfriend, who struck her raised rifle with a one-two combo. His strong blows forced her back, but his fists…they grew larger.

‘No way!’

Desperate, she flipped her rifle one-eighty and smashed the buttstock into the man’s jaw, causing…

Nothing…unaffected by Rica’s strike the big man grabbed her rifle with a mocking smirk. Rica struggled to pull her rifle back, as the man opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to taunt her. But he lost the chance when Eddie ran in the room and smacked him to the floor with a metal chair.

“Aaaaaah!” the man howled, and wasting no time Rica pounced and ran him through with two bayonet thrusts to his heart.

Juk! Juk!

“Rafa! Noooo!” screamed the female hostage racing into the room toward her dead boyfriend. Rica evaded the frantic girl and faced the one armed kidnapper, who rushed at Rica ..but his face…it grew longer like a..

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“Fuck You!” screamed Rica, slicing the air in front of the charging man. The man side-stepped her strike and continued to rush her, only to slow down and stumble past her in disbelief. Rica didn’t miss her strike. Blood gushed out of his throat and he fell forward, dead.

“Holy shit…this girl,” mumbled Eddie, watching Rica.

“Eddie, get the hostage!” yelled Rica.

“Oh, right!” Eddie yanked the ‘hostage’ from the lifeless body of her dead boyfriend and yelled at her, “Lupita, you’re going home!”

“No, get off me! Rafa, wake up!” cried Lupita, ripping away from Eddie, but Rica grabbed Lupita and pin pricked her neck with a sedative.

“Oh!” cried Lupita, stumbling and losing muscle control.

“What’d you do to her!” asked Eddie, catching Lupita before she dropped.

“It’s temporary, let’s go!”

Rica and Eddie fled the house carrying Lupita to Eddie’s car. Rica jumped in the back with Lupita, as Eddie fumbled with the car keys in front. Lupita, drugged and dazed spoke to Rica.

“Oye chiquitita, they’re gonna eat you tonight, under this moon, haha!” cackled the beautiful Lupita. Rica ignored her threat, until she saw Lupita’s eye color change to the same yellow color as the man ….staring …from..

“…Eddie, start the car!..Start the fucking car!”

Wide-eyed, Rica witnessed the first kidnapper she killed stand up, very much alive. He clutched his throat, and his yellow eyes met Rica’s.

Eddie gunned the engine and skirted out of the wood line, fleeing down a dirt path. Rica couldn’t move. Not believing what she saw, her eyes remained on the vanishing house in the distance.

“Eddie?…Did you?”

“I warned you, now you know!” he lectured while driving on the pitch black road.

“No, that guy was dead!” said Rica, holding her composure.

“Rica, here, put this cross on Lupita,” said Eddie, passing her a palm sized silver cross necklace.

Rica cradled the cross, “Eh? you want me to put-”

“Hurry, before she-” too late. The rescued Lupita changed (somehow) and furiously attacked them from the back seat.

Rica spun to her right and avoided Lupita’s slashing hand. Lupita switched targets and clawed down on Eddie’s neck and shoulder, ripping him. Blood splurted on the dash and windshield.

“Aaaaah, Rica the cross!” Eddie screamed, losing control and fishtailing the car to a hard stop on the road. The violent motion slammed Rica and Lupita to the car floor, where Rica flipped on top of Lupita and jammed her knee in Lupita’s neck.

Lupita slashed wildly at Rica, her hands now claws.

“Where is it!” screamed Eddie, searching the back with bloody hands for the silver cross. He found it.

Rica pinned Lupita’s arms with all her strength, “Eddie, I’m gonna kill her!” Rica yelled.

“No! It’s ok!” Eddie jammed the cross into Lupita’s chest, with a punch for good measure. The wild woman howled in pain and knocked Rica off of her, before falling back with labored breaths.

Rica watched as Lupita’s face, changed from…something…back to a beautiful brown haired young lady. No longer wild, Lupita appeared exhausted, and fell unconscious on the car floor.

“The cross…it keeps the demon inside,” said Eddie, bleeding from his neck and shoulder.

“Eddie?” cried Rica, jumping in the front seat with a small first aid kit from her bag. She opened an alcohol bottle and poured it on his wounds.

“Raaaah! That stings so good, thank you!” he cried, shifting the car in gear and driving down the dark path.

“Don’t worry, the drop house is only an hour from here, in the sticks. We can wait for Lupita’s pickup and-”

“Eddie?” Rica cut him off.

“..Yeah?”

“…What the hell is going on?” Rica asked staring at him with shell shocked eyes. The girl in the back, the men she killed. They all changed into something…not human. Those images burned in her mind.

Eddie smirked and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one and enjoyed a few drags, then answered her.

“What’s going on? Heh, heh…The strangest thing…”