Afterdark (Aoi x Male Reader)

Showdown Part 1

Getting oneself into the mouth of the wolf is not the most smart move to do.

But there are sometimes when you just have to swallow your fear, pray to your gods and walk straight into the abyss. A leap of faith.

The whole building creaked at every step. Shadows laughed when he stepped on them, he could swear that whispers came from below and above. He hated that place, it was like a monument to his greatest sin.

It wasn't long before the detonation of guns began to echo through the guts of the temple, like roars of wild beasts fighting in a pit. The whole structure trembled whenever a *bam* was heard.

(YN) cursed below his breath. A good timing for the others to began to fight. It was expected, they focused on protecting the side entrance while the front door was watched by two people alone. Yes "watched", they were now with that god of theirs.

He dashes from corner to corner, glancing and peeking before sneaking further into the temple.

"The other one must be over here!" A row of marching zealots could be heard deep within the gloom.

To fight in the murk, one must become part of the penumbra. He let his body to be swallowed by the gloom and awaited, like a spider in the web. Soon the prey will come to the threads and he will jump to slice the life away from them.

The footsteps were coming, each time it was louder. The wood crackling was enough to pinpoint them, three cultists, one after another.

"Where is that bastard?"

"The others had problems with the other mice who sneaked in."

"Come out, come out wherever you are."

They mocked, bleated and scoffed. More confident in their numbers than in skills. A fool's way of thinking. No matter if you have the best weapon out there. If you had no training, then it will be as useless as stick in a gunfight.

As soon as they passed the shadow where (YN) was hiding, he jumped out, a swift movement was enough to slice the throat of the first one.

"Urk..." the last whisper of a dead man left his lips.

His comrades were a second late to react. When they turned in their own heels, a gun was already pointing at them.

Two bullets, two headshots and a pair of bodies thumped in front of him.

"That was easy." (YN) puffed his chest out

*click*

Yeah. Nothing is easy.

A rain of bullets forced him to run. They were not accurate but one could never take the risk. One lost bullet or one lucky hit and it's all over.

(YN) covered behind a wall. Soon the bullets ran out.

"That bastard is there!"

It came from the second floor. They were like rats, crawling around at every space they find. Stalking the prey while they are strong. And they will squeal and run whenever the situations go south for them.

He took a breath in. Ten bullets in each handgun and two extra magazines. Maybe it wasn't the time to think.

Like a whirlwind, (YN) ran and shoot his way out of there, even though he couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the cultist, he knew that he could strike the lucky prize.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six.

Four shots of each weapon.

Now he cut the distance between them. The stairs are closer, reach the top, the girls are over there.