The Havoc Chronicles (Book II): Unbound Read Free Page A

were bound, but her legs were still free. When the man with the gun moved towards me, she took the opportunity to run.
    The man with the knife swore and ran after her, catching her before she could get to the end of the alley. He hit her on the back of the head with the handle of his knife and she dropped to the ground in a heap.
    Only the tape prevented me from screaming. Seeing Amy collapse to the ground I felt hot anger rush through me. My kind, innocent Amy had been assaulted and who knew what kind of damage it had caused?
    The ‘zerk came easily, and I embraced the power. The alley lit up with my glow, and I ripped through the duct tape like tissue paper.
    Both men goggled at me, taking several steps back. The one with the gun raised it and shot me.
    The bullet hit me in the shoulder, but I hardly felt the impact. It punched a hole in my blouse, but then crumpled against my skin and fell to ground with a ping.
    Both men turned around and ran for the alley exit, but they might as well have been moving in slow motion. With ease I raced ahead of them and cut them off from leaving the alley. They scrambled to stop before reaching me, then turned around and ran back the other way, hoping to escape out the back. I picked up a massive dumpster and tossed it past them so that it landed with a metallic crash in their path, spewing garbage everywhere. Frantically, they began climbing the dumpster and were almost over the top by the time I got there.
    I grabbed them by the backs of their clothing and lifted them up in the air, one in each hand. For a moment I was so angry that I was tempted to smash them into the walls. Wasn’t death an appropriate punishment for scum like this? Who knew how many other girls they had attacked?
    I turned them towards me and looked up into their faces. The malice and confidence were gone, replaced by simple abject terror. Terror of me – of what I might do to them.
    “Please don’t kill me,” said the man who had had the knife. He didn’t have it any longer. Tears ran down his face, and he was practically blubbering. The other man was looking to the sky and muttering what sounded like a prayer under his breath. 
    From behind me I heard a moan, and looked back to see Amy beginning to move. Knowing that she was alive and about to regain consciousness, I moved quickly. I slammed the two men together – not nearly as hard as I wanted to – and then dropped them to the ground. I didn’t know if they were unconscious or simply playing dead, and to be honest I didn’t really care.
    I reached up and pulled down the fire escape. Not the ladder - the entire fire escape. It ripped from the building in mostly one piece, breaking where it had been bolted in. Working as fast as only a Berserker could, I twisted the metal pieces together to create a cage and placed it on top of the two men. I placed the dumpster on top of the cage to be sure they couldn’t lift it up. I took one of the leftover metal bars and scratched the word “rapists” into the cement in front of my makeshift cage. Let’s see what the police made of that when they were found. 
    I ripped off the tape, and scooped Amy’s limp body in my arms, ready to run from there as quickly as I could. I needed to get Amy to a hospital and have her checked out. But before I had taken more than a few steps, I felt a nearby Berserker moving towards me.
    Up ahead I saw a bright glow hurtling through the fog. I recognized the figure at once – who else could it have been? Rhys stopped in front of me, his varé drawn and at the ready, his eyes trying to look everywhere at once. With the glow surrounding him, he was breathtaking. A vision of male perfection – deadly, beautiful, and – what was he doing here?
    “Were you following me?” I demanded. It was the only way he could have arrived so quickly. Berserkers were fast, but he wouldn’t be here yet unless he had been lurking nearby. 
    In an instant, Rhys switched from alpha predator