IRREPLACEABLE.

RIP

I grab the cop by his torso and push him to the wall.
From the peripheral vision of my left eye, the other man is coming towards us in a high speed with his teeth out shouting at the top of his lung like he's going to win by just doing that.
I let go the cop and move backwards such that the fat-headed psycho slides past us in an attempt to brake himself.
Immediately he turns to face me, I punch the hell out of his face.
He froze, then touches the blood coming out from his mouth and then looks at it. He's worked out, just like a serial killer who has never got punched to the point of bleeding in the movies.
The crowd is in silence. I  somersault and throw a frying kick to the psycho's neck sending him on the dusty floor. He's such a wreck.

I'm knocked hard on my left knee making me to fall down and I turn only to see the cop holding a plunk of wood which I can't tell where it came from.
He raises it high in the air.

He's going to smash my head..no doubt.

So he wanted me to kill no one so he would kill me.

I have a plan to roll to the side. I'm not gonna stay here and get killed.
Just then, I see him look sideways to the mad psycho who within no time reaches at him and stabs him in the chest.
As I stand up, he continues to stab him severally.

The sick crowd cheers. They must have failled terribly in knowing the worth of human life.

Slowly, the cop fall on the ground.
His eyes are wide open but cold dead.

I can now tell how serious this fucked up thing is.

I look my knife with my eyes and I trace it somewhere on the ground.

"Finish him..." They cheer !

I breath iiiinnnn and then oouuuut

He gnashes his teeth and looks at me savagely. He begin walking towards me.
I study him.

When he throw his brow which he hold the knife he's just killed the cop with, I sway to the side and he misses.
I hold the hand and kick him at the elbow with my thigh making him drop the silver weapon on the ground.

I throw a thousand and sixty punch to him.
He tries to get the already lost control but the brows are to many.

With a mighty last brow, I knock him down.

He looks at me like he'd take off my skin by his eyes.

I nod to signal him to remain on the ground.

I turn and move to take my knife thinking whether I should do as they are shouting
"To finish him,"

As I take it from the ground, I can feel the psycho already inches behind be by 'gut feeling'

I drive it behind me sure not to miss!

When I turn to see,

The fat-headed psycho lays in a pool of blood. I have just put a knife in his skull !
In his hand is machete.

A clean one.

Not the one that has just killed the cop.

He closes his eyes gradually as life gets out of him.

"Rest in peace, mr cop," I whisper.
To a carriage next to a wall I saw all the sorts of weapon.. So it's where they were getting them from?

All the thousand sick people shout out my name and that is how I just become the right hand man to Ace, I guess.

Author

This is short !!
But I promise the next chapter will be loong!!

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