A Remaining Podeshire 1

Chapter 9 (Part 6)

     Gregory felt numb, his jaw trembling with the weight of Oliver's words. He couldn't find the strength to respond, and the room fell into a heavy silence. But the silence snapped when Cal walked towards Oliver with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

     Cal's footsteps grew louder, echoes bouncing off the room's dusty walls. As he drew closer, Oliver's heart pounded with fear. He watched in horror as Cal reached into his back pocket and snatched a long, sharp knife. Cal approached him slowly, with a twisted smile etched on his face.

     Oliver's eyes widened in terror, seeing the polished blade glinting in Cal's hand. His feet kicked out repeatedly against the floor as he whimpered. Despite the chill in the air, he could feel sweat beading on his forehead and running down his back.

Oliver's voice shook with fear as he spoke. "W-what are you gonna do with that!?" he yelled as his gaze locked on the glinting blade in Cal's hand.

Cal's smirk grew more menacing as he replied. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe slowly behead you with it?" he giggled, relishing in Oliver's terror.

"Can you just shoot me, please!?" he pleaded, hoping for a quick and painless death.

Cal laughed in response, playing with the tip of the knife using his fingertips. "How about no?" he leaned nearer Oliver with a sadistic grin.

     Cal knelt in front of Oliver, and he covered Oliver's mouth, muffling his screams. Gregory watched in horror, his body immobilized by terror. He ran through ideas in his head, but all he could do was stand frozen.

"Now, that's it... be still," Cal whispered.

     Oliver's gaze fixated on the pointy knife. His tears streamed down his face. Then, he felt the cold, sharp blade of the knife press against his neck. His breath caught in his throat, and he felt suffocated by the pointy metal.

     Oliver remained frozen, staring up at the night sky through the window. Fear gripped his heart, knowing it would be his end. But like a flash of light, an idea sparked in his mind, and he summoned a sharp metal blade in his hand.

     With a swift slash, Oliver used the metal blade to slice through the rope that bound him. Then, the rope fell away in a single swipe, and Oliver could breathe again. Finally freeing himself from the restrictive knot, Oliver quickly pushes Cal away before the knife slits his neck.

     Oliver stood up from the floor. He then pointed the metal blade at the others as his eyes blazed in wrath. His pounding heart punched his chest, but it brought him determination and courage to fight back as he growled.

"Stay back!" Oliver warned as he pointed the metal blade at the men. "Don't come near me!"

     The room fell silent as everyone backed away from Oliver. The other men in black, Cal's assassins, grabbed their rifles and began to load them with bullets. Then, the sound of metal clinking against metal filled the air.

     Oliver's eyes widen, realizing that the sharp but small metal blade in his hand will not be sufficient to protect him. Quickly bursting into fear, he throws the metal aside and looks around. Then, he swings his right arm up, and a low rumbling groan fills the air.