CHAIN ; ( number five )

𝗦𝗜𝗫 𝗜 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲

〓
〓
〓

WE'RE SHARING A LOOK, then he teleports away and I begin to run. I watch in slowmotion as Five stabs the sweet guy with the butter knife and grab two of the bullets he shoots out of his gun to point them at one of his collegues.

In real speed again, because switching through tempo while fighting is somehow super satisfying, you should try it, I take a knife out of the dead mans pocket and head toards another man.

He points a gun at me, but before he is able to shoot me, Five appears begind his back and kicks him in my direction. Slamming my ellbow into his face, I can hear his nose breaking. One kick in the stomach, one between his legs and just then, my knife finds it's way into the mans heart.

In super speed again, I disarm a woman with absolutely stunning hair and punch her in the face. Back to normal speed, she falls over and i smash her head with her own gun.

Suddenly, someone grabs my arm and a gun klicks.

"You're dead," the man says panting.

"Funny, I shouldn't stand here then, should I?" I breath heavily.

As he pulls the trigger, Five teleports next to me and teleports me with him. A quick moment of flashing lights and we appear on one of the tables, grinning.

"Hey, assholes!"

Gunfire at our direction, but we're already away, fighting the left members of our attacers. We meet in the middle and he grabs me by the arm, teleporting me behind another man before he jumps away again.

Only one minute and a lot of blood later, we are finished and look at each other panting from across the room.

"You okay?" he asks after a few seconds of staring.

"Y- yeah, I guess..." I pant, stroking with my bloody hand through my hair. "What now?"

I meet his gaze as he quickly looks away, a strange expression in his eyes.

"What about you?" I asks, still wondering about the unfamiliar look. "You good?"

Suddenly, we are interrupted by a grunting man, lying on the ground in pain. I give five a look that says: 'that one is yours' and he walks over and snaps the mans head.

Grabbing the knife again, he walks over to the counter. I suspect what he's up to and sit down next to him, sighing.

"Who's first?"

When he doesn't answer, still avoiding my gaze, I place my arm on the table and try to grab the knife but he doesn't let go.

"I'll do it"

The tone in his voice allows no contradiction and I don't want to fight again, so I let go and present him my arm. He places the knife on my skin, mumbles a "sorry" and pushes the blade into my arm.

I grit my teeth in pain and let out a slight whimper when the knife digs deeper into my flesh and blood, now my own blood, comes to show.

Five is good. He's found the tracking device within seconds and levers it out, making me grunt in pain. As the tiny little thing lands on the counter, I curse in relieve and fives finger stroke carefully along my arm.

Sighing, I grab the knife. "Give me your arm"

Surprisingly, he doesn't fight back but gives me the knife without hestitation. I mentally shield myself, then I dig the knife into his fleh.

"Ouch!" he says in surprise as I dig deeper quickly.

"My device is: fast, and maybe not painless, but fast"