Excerpt: Assassins!

The car missed the curb by an inch, but was collected by a truck when she turned. Pinned against the wall by the rear passenger doors, the white car was crushed, looking like a young childs drawing of a car. The woman inside was barely conscious, blood pouring out of a gash on her forehead and her left arm bent at what seemed like an impossible angle. The steering wheel was pressed tightly into her chest, keeping her securely pinned in place. The door to the truck opened and a small figure hopped out of the drivers seat. Dressed head to toe in black, they strode over to the crushed car, a second figure still in the cab of the truck watching on with eyes that seemed to shine white in the darkness of the cab.
The woman in the car, red headed (both from hair colour and blood now) was trying to focus on what seemed like an advancing black midget. Her left eye was twitching sporadically, the right eye, well, there wasn’t much of it to speak of since the rear view mirror flew off at her. She could feel something warm and slightly sticky, almost like cola that had been left out in the sun, pouring down the side of her face, out of her shoulder (her right one, she couldn’t feel the left one anymore) and, strangely enough out of her chest. She found it rather peculiar, as people generally didn’t keep sun-warmed cola anywhere upon their persons, and she certainly didn’t. Besides, she hated cola, she was more of a lemonade person.
The midget had suddenly stopped by the driver side window, what little was left of it anyway. Red tried to make her eyes focus, but they refused to co-operate. A muffled sound came from the direction of what appeared to Red to be a midget, but upon closer inspection of the voice, it became clear that this was a young person. A female young person none the less. A black clad fist came flying forwards and tore out the remainder of the glass hanging uselessly in the window. The voice suddenly became clearer to Red, even though her brain was slowly dying as she continued to lose a lot of blood.
“Red? You can still hear me, can’t you Red?”
Red tried to move her mouth to say something along the lines of “Yes, I can still hear you and would like to have a long and frank discussion about you ploughing a truck into the side of my brand new Nissan.” Sadly, her brain had other ideas and all that came out of her mouth was a long guttural moan. The black clad figure took that as a sound of assent and continued to talk, leaning against the drivers side door in a very casual manner.
“Y’know Red, well, I’ll call you Red for now, even though we all know that’s not your real name, is it? Anyways Red, you made a big mistake when you tried to rip off Mr Batty. He’s a politician, as I’m sure you are quite aware, since you used to be one yourself.”
She stopped talking for a moment, clasping her hands together and looked over to Red, her face still not visible in the depths of the black hood covering her head. Red could feel her mind and memories starting to slip away (thankfully starting with the ones she wasn’t too fond of, including when she was in Grade Four and Jimmy Macinby pulled her skirt down in front of the whole class. It wouldn’t have been that bad, but it was on the day she had neglected to wear knickers.) as her brain came closer and closer to total shut down.