In the morning we were escorted out of the barracks. Sandra, with a snarky smile, informed us that attempts to escape from the territory would be punished most severely. How, I wonder? Are they going to kill us twice? Then we saw Barty, or rather what was left of him in a clear plastic bag. Someone in the crowd threw up. Simon bellowed and rushed forward. I tried to hold him back. The gamekeepers drew their guns and the crowd went wild. Seeing Jason raise his gun, I kicked Simon under the knee with all my strength. He fell onto the ground.
You can't help anyone this way! I vigorously shook him by the collar of his shirt. The only way to get revenge is to get out of here!
The gamekeepers made their way through the crowd toward us. Jason roughly pulled me away from the raging Simon, throwing me to the ground and took aim. I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting the worst. The gamekeeper was going to pull the trigger and my friend would be gone.
I'm ready to continue.
Did that resolute voice belong to the freak from Massachusetts?
Jason put the gun down. I got up off the ground shaking the dirt off my knees, and when I straightened up, I saw the cowboy shifting his assessing gaze from Snezhana to me. I could tell by the greasy smile that Stu had finally made up his mind and that his choice left me no chance of survival.
Ready set Go!
The echoes of Sandra's shout were still in the air when I grabbed Simon's hand and dragged him into the woods. Lesha and his father were running beside us, but Andrei was gradually lagging behind.
Don't patronize me, Simon shrugged off my hand. I can manage on my own.
There was a loud click behind me, followed by a scream full of pain. A trap had been triggered. I turned around: Andrei was convulsing on the ground, trying to free his leg. Lesha stayed with his father trying to help him get out. The siren wailed. Here we go. After another half a mile, I stopped Simon by the sleeve.
Time to split up, I nodded toward the wall. Run.
Better you! He still hesitated. You're a girl.
Exactly. That's why you have a better chance of getting out! I countered, forcefully pushing him away.
Simon darted to the side, and I sprinted forward, trying to run, making as much noise as I could to attract attention. Hopping over tree stumps and holes in the ground, cutting through the bushes, I was getting deeper into the woods, veering away from Simon's direction. I stopped to catch my breath, and then ran on again. I ran, and ran, and ran until a cowboy hat loomed between the trees. Seeing Stu before he spotted me, I dove forward like a fish and stumbled, sprawled out on the grass. He heard the noise and moved toward me.
Jason, find out what quadrant she's in!
No need, a familiar, intimidating voice sounded behind me.
I turned around. Jason was hovering over me, aiming his gun at my head. Stu walked over to me and gave a contented laugh:
Speak of the devil.
I got up.
You shouldn't have, he gritted his teeth in a semblance of a smile, and hit me under the knee with the butt of his rifle.
I cried out in pain and staggered, but kept standing. Stu struck a second time. I collapsed onto the ground with a groan. On my knees in front of him, I thought I wouldn't part my lips even if he tried to strangle me.
Keep her in your sights, the cowboy ordered Jason and put the rifle away.
It was out of my reach, but maybe it was worth a try. Stu followed my gaze and with a chuckle pushed the weapon away with his foot. Then he turned back to me.
Come on! He growled impatiently as he unzipped his jeans.
Instead of answering, I spit into his fly.
You bitch! The slap made my head rattle.
I felt dizzy and nearly fell over on my side. The cowboy took advantage of my dizziness trying to force my mouth open, and I sank my teeth into his hand. Stu squealed, and I, tasting his blood in my mouth, bit down even harder.
Pull the bitch away! He whimpered until I leaned back, unclenching my teeth.
The cowboy recoiled, clutching the wound, but immediately ignored it, picking up and raising his rifle:
You'll pay for that!
Suddenly frightened, I flinched backwards. I'd run out of time.
Don't touch her! Lesha suddenly jumped out from behind a tree and threw himself right at the cowboy.
No! Why the heroics?!? Stu shot his gun in surprise. It looked as if Lesha had hit an invisible barrier: he froze and collapsed onto the ground right in front of me with a blur of red spreading on his chest. The boy blinked a couple of times, and then his body went limp. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I crawled to him and took his hand.
Why? I sobbed as I wrapped my arms around the boy's slumped body. You fool
Why, having made the promise, did he have to keep it? Damn exuberance of youth, and recklessness. The teenager turned out to be braver than the adults around me.
Now it's your turn, bitch, the cowboy wheezed. The rifle was shaking in his hands, making it hard to aim.
The second murder of the day, Jason reminded him indifferently.
I don't give a shit if it's the tenth! Stu went into a rage, rubbing his bitten hand. You think I give a shit about your fucking rules? If I want to, I'll shut your fucking shop down.
You heard me.
I heard you. Now you listen to me, motherfucker, the cowboy grimaced again. I put my first target down before you could even say the word bullet! Or you think just because you've been put in charge, you can dictate your terms to me? Shove it up your ass! I'll shoot that girl, and if you try to stop me, I'll shoot you too! He raised his rifle, pointing it at Jason. And don't you try to scare me with the rules. I'm entitled to a bit of compensation, after all, the bitch bit me.
Taking the gamekeeper's indifferent gaze as tacit consent, Stu turned towards me. I was still on my knees, holding Lesha's hand, brave Lesha who had died for me. I squirmed instinctively and when the shot rang out, I flinched, but I felt no pain. Instead, I heard Stu's desperate screaming. I opened my eyes in surprise: the cowboy had dropped his rifle and was crouching on the ground, holding on to his wounded hip. His hat had flung off his head. Without it, he looked ordinary and unremarkable.
As a warning, Jason explained, not lowering his gun. But if that's not enough, I'll put you down.
You don't have the guts! Stu hissed, grabbing his rifle. I'm the client, and you wouldn't dare! But I can afford to take you out!
The cowboy's hands were shaking. Jason waited for him to take aim, then fired again. The bullet entered Stu's eye through the rifle's telescopic sight. The cowboy's body collapsed to the ground. Unclasping my fingers and letting go of Lesha's hand, I began to crawl back. A hunter had just been killed right before my eyes. Realizing that I wouldn't be allowed to live much longer, I continued crawling until my back was against a tree trunk.
Ignoring my attempt to escape, Jason stepped over the cowboy's body, stopped right in front of me and stared up at the camera above our heads. Jason stared into it, not saying a word, until the red blinking light went out, and then he turned his gaze to me. The gun touched my forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut. As bad luck would have it, no prayers came to mind and I kept repeating to myself: it's over. This is the end now. And as I was mentally saying goodbye to life, I heard Jason's low voice:
Get up.
Chapter 4
I opened my eyes in surprise to find that the gamekeeper wasn't going to kill me. Not yet, anyway. I lifted myself from the ground and met his colorless eyes again, and wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop trembling.
I'm not going to repeat myself twice, Jason warned me as he tucked his gun behind his belt. Drag this lard-ass over to that birch tree there.
Pointing out the direction, he picked up Stu's rifle and hat and began walking. Grabbing cowboy by the legs, I slowly crossed the clearing dragging him along. The jacket on the corpse was baggy and slowed me down, clinging to tree roots and branches lying on the ground. I was exhausted by the time I dragged Stu to the right place. Jason had cleared an area of about two square meters under the birch. The dry branches he'd moved aside had previously covered a small latch sticking out of the ground. Pulling on it and, it seemed to me, twisting a piece of turf out of the way, Jason swung open the leaf-covered hatch. Beneath there was a shallow bunker, like a shipping container buried in the ground.