What Time? The Nighttime

"yoyh thiadth yoyh heavfesr?!" He said.
I took the pistol out of his lying mouth. "What?"
This pissed him off even more.
"I said you think you're so clever!?" he spat.
I pressed the gun against his head, "No, not really. I couldn't even tell you what type of pistol I'm about to blow your brains out with, but then again, how smart does that make you?"
His green eyes narrowed, "You can't win this way, you know. He'll just find more like me--"
"I'm not that nice either."
I pulled the trigger.
Damn!
Asshole knew that I hadn't put a silencer on. I kicked his corpse for good measure. I heard combat booted feet running towards the door.
I glanced around.
Could I smash my way out of the reinforced glass and out of the penthouse in time? I'd damn well try. I took a running leap at the windows but I smacked back, unsuccessful. The shouting was almost at the mahogany doors. I tried again using my wings to cover me. Dozens of armed guards burst in, but I made it.
They immediately started shooting, unperturbed by my feathery appendages.
"Ungh!"
A stray bullet copped me in the shoulder near the base of my wing, almost if they knew where to shoot... But I was out, soaring through the night sky as fast as I was able.
I didn't look back.
I have no idea how long I flew for. When I looked down I could no longer see skycrapers or glittering lights.
'Huh,' I thought to myself ' I've never flown naked before, haven lost my panties to that bastard. It's actually kind of liberating, but mostly embarrassing and definitely colder.'
The agony in my shoulder, burning, tearing pain, became too much and I crash landed. I managed to throw myself into a ratty looking barn, scaring the wits out of the skinny goats grazing on the hay.
"Oof!"
Slowly I got up, miraculously having no broken bones. I started laughing.
"First time crashing too!"
I heard a gasp behind me. I whirled around. A youth as skinny as the goats stood there. I guessed he was around about twelve. His eyes strained open at my naked design, wings and all.
"Um..."
He started shouting, "Mios Dios! Papa, Papa! Mios Dios!"
I took a step toward him, my wing screamed, DROPPED and I promptly passed out.

Juan rushed behind the soldiers as a large black bird, no, the woman smashed out of the penthouse.
Then his eyes fell on his master, dead, half naked. Rage guilt and sorrow welled up within him, "Sir! No, no, no..."
Juan fell upon his knees, cradling his masters head, his unseeing eyes leaking noxus green fluid.
"You!" He shrieked to his nervous Apprentice, "I want you to get him on the line now!"
The Apprentice shifted "I... He'd already know..."
"DO AS I TELL YOU!!!"
The Apprentice scampered out. Juan huddled over his masters prone body almost protectively.
"Sir!" a Soldier said, "We have prepared the report, Master Miguel has been killed--"
"I fucking know that! It was by that puta, no?"
"Yes Sir! We have confirmed a disabling shot to the left wing. She cannot fly far."
"… What colour?"
"Sir?"
Juan's eyes burned with rage, filling up with green. "What colour did the puta bleed?"
The soldiers face remained impassive to the changes in the former butlers eyes.
"I believe it was red, Sir."
"You believe? I don't need belief, I need facts! Find out where she's gone and bring her to me, now!"
The soldier his stamped foot, "Yes Sir!"
Juan's mind filled with the endless torture he would inflict on the woman who'd taken his Master from him, regardless of what the other said. He just needed to get to her first... Yes the plan was already forming.

TO BE CONTINUED…