Setting Fire to the Stars (mxm)

Chapter 14: Malik

**(note: this chapter contains physical violence, profanity, gore, blood, and character death)*

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Peter
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Gunfire rained around as I stood in the middle of a war zone. Reese and Reva fired upon the cloaked figures while Wyatt and Whitt tried to drag Malik and Flynn out of the room. I spotted Josiah in the doorway, shooting covering fire for them with a small handgun.

No one made a move to help Silas as he screamed in agony. The sound of one of the assailant's knives sinking into flesh caught my ear and it was only then that the screaming stopped.

The three assailants attacked, the brown one charging at Reese while the red one sprang at Reva. The brunette grunted as she met her attacker head-on, rolling out of the way of their spiked whip. Reese didn't even blink as he unloaded his weapon into the big guy.

Unsurprisingly, the man in the blue mask dashed right for me.

With nothing but a scalpel in my hand, I felt like I had a pretty poor defense. Glancing over, I saw a metal tray with surgical instruments on it. Throwing the scalpel at him, I quickly grabbed a metal tray sitting on a rolling rack and held it up in front of me like a shield.

Blue Mask met me with his wicked daggers, one of the knives stabbed through the tray, penetrating the metal like it was made of butter.

He tore the tray from my hands, sending it crashing to the floor. "You escaped me once, pup," he rasped, his knives gleaming in the candlelight threateningly. "That will not happen again."

I cursed, stumbling back from the masked assailant.

Shit, I didn't see how I was going to get out of this, but I had to somehow. Lauren needed me. After all the years I'd forsaken him, I had to make it right somehow. He deserved to be held and loved like he was the most beautiful thing on this Earth.

Like hell, I would let him go when I've only just gotten him back.

The hunter came at me, the knife arching towards my neck. Thinking quickly, I used my foot to push the rack the tray had been on, sending it rolling right into his gut. The masked assailant muttered something in a foreign language as he paused to kick the rack out of his path.

"Peter, heads up!"

Josiah's shout drew my attention, my head whipping around in time to see something black fly through the air. My reflexes from playing football kicked in, my hand snatching the item out of the air. My fingers wrapped around the hilt of a gun.

With a practiced hand, I raised the pistol and pointed it right at the man with the blue mask. The man jerked, obviously not expecting the turn of events.

"Suck on this, bitch," I muttered, squeezing the trigger and firing a bullet straight into his chest.

He recoiled back, grunting as the bullet hit his cloak. A confident smile broke out on my face, thinking I'd finally gotten the drop on him.

Turns out I was celebrating a little too soon.

A deep chortling reached my ears as Blue Mask lifted his head, shaking off the bullet like a dog shaking off water. Fear dropped like a weight into my throat.

Shit. These bastards are bulletproof?

Blue Mask reached for something inside his cloak. Before he could retrieve anything, I quickly fired the gun several more times. Grabbing the fabric of his cloak, two bullets bounced off it like they were made of plastic.