Snippet #1008408

Layla eyes stayed fixed on the strange as he began to move, sitting up and coughing up some blood. Something about his presents made her think she had met him before but she wasn’t one to forget faces and his clearly didn’t seem familiar. She held her gun steady waiting for him to respond to her question before she pulled the trigger.

Layla couldn’t help look at the gunshot wound on his chest as she felt her hand and gun move back a little feeling the pressure of his forehead leaning on the barrel. Just because he was already hurt didn’t mean that she would be sympathetic towards him. He was clearly twice her size and so his wound would be a great advantage to her, digging her fingers in the hole would surely cause him great amount of pain. A smile spread across her face as she imaged herself hurting the already wounded man. It was his fault for entering a room that clearly didn’t belong to him.

“Yan-mei?”

Her eyes shot back up to meet his gaze, his voice sounded rather troubled as he told her about fucking something up. Her finger relaxed a little on the trigger as she realised he had confused her with someone else. Maybe his innocent. But then again why did someone shoot him. She felt rather confused about what to do next and kept her gun still pointed at him before she heard the television flicked on. She kept one eye on him and the other on the telly as she watched the news. Blood bodies laying all over the street, it looked like a war field. Layla turned her attention back towards the stranger as she was about to open her mouth and say something but he beat her to it.

“They're after me now Mei....Mythos is after me now....pretty soon they will come after you...."

The word Mythos continued to echo in her mind over and over again as she stood there frozen for a moment. Her eyes wider then usually, How dare he lead them to her. She didn’t care anymore that he had confused her with someone else, he clearly had something to do with the Olympus project which wasn’t good. Without warning like something trigger her survival/killer responses she lashed out at him. Layla jumped on him, “WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?” One hand gripped tightly around his throat and pushing his head into the mattress, while the other pointed the gun to the side of his head. “I suggest you think twice before you answer…why are the Mythos after you?” She spoke coldly as her head moved in closer towards his face to make proper eye connect and to see if he was lying or not. Her hand around his throat started to turn cold as his skin underneath her hands seemed to slowly crystallise and freeze.

Layla was not happy right now and she knew that she didn’t have much time left to get enough information out of the guy before she had to leave. If the Mythos were onto him it wouldn’t take them long to track him here especially since he was bleeding. It would be such an easy trail to follow and she wasn’t ready for the Mythos to catch up to her just yet.