Rafael

Chapter 46 - So He Wasn't A Cyborg

Rafael Montero's POV
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"Have it your way then, it won't change anything," My father smirked, letting the gun clatter to the ground.

I ignored his jeer, focusing on finding a weakness that would give me a one-up against him because if our previous encounters were any indication, I would need some serious brain power to beat him unless he had weakened with age.

"When I'm done here, I'll go looking for your little girlfriend, and then maybe your mom, "His face darkened, all traces of his smirk gone.

He was taking this seriously now.

A shiver ran down my spine but I could not let him know that I was afraid.

I rolled up my sleeves so my arms wouldn't be constricted when I needed to land a crucial blow to his cranium.

"You won't leave this place. This is where you're going to die, for real," I promised as we circled slowly, waiting for someone to attack first.

Tired of waiting, he exploded at me. 

Prometheus had no patience for games unless he was the one playing them, and I had used that characteristic of his to my advantage.

He charged forward, his right arm swinging around in a massive powerful jab that I sidestepped at the last second, ducking under his arm.

We started to circle each other again, this time with more speed, the intensity increasing with each rotation.

I came to a halt on stiff legs and whirled back toward him, not wanting him to get too close to the gun that he had previously discarded.

My father wasn't above playing dirty, especially if he was losing.

He must have realized what my strategy was because he started to back up to where he had dropped his pistol and then I panicked, and tackled him before he could get too close.

We fell to the ground in a heap, rolling around several times, grappling with each other, both of us fighting for the upper hand, neither of us succeeding. 

"Where have you been for the past ten years?" I panted curiously, trying to distract him so I could at least land a decent enough punch to incapacitate him.

"Recovering from your fucking gunshots!" He shouted in anger and I cracked a small smile.

Anger made people sloppy because they let their emotions cloud their judgment.

Also, I relished the fact that he had most likely been suffering in a low-class hospital somewhere for years because of me.

Maybe I could win this after all. 

Prometheus rolled away from me before I could do more than kick him in the shin, getting back into a standing position within a second.

I sighed frustratedly before getting up to face him before he could make a break for his gat.

He ran at me again, doing the same exact move he had done the first time. 

As I spun under his arm, I smacked my elbow into his side causing him to stumble. 

He jumped straight up off his knees and charged at me.

I ducked again, feeling the breeze as his fist passed less than an inch over my head. 

I was beginning to feel I had some kind of a chance. 

"You dodge better than ten years ago, I'll give you that, but you can't dodge forever," My father seethed before swarming through the air at me.