Into deception

"You"

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15 seconds before

I reach up in the cupboard pulling out two glass cups for us, the double fridge is to my far right making me have to walk a little further to actually get to it. I pull on the metal handles letting the white light engulf me whole and for a moment I have to blink more than usual to adjust to it, upstairs is just as dark as the rest of the place and although we have the TV playing it doesn't compare to actual light.

The moment I shut the fridge and have the juice in my hand I find myself feeling rather sick, nauseous if you will. The back of my neck begins to tingle ever so slightly and as I try to act as normal as possible, I catch a reflection on the glass cup that's filling to the brim with juice. Now two things can happen in this glorious moment, one, I can duck low and hope that the sniper he's aiming at the back of my head simply misses or, two, walk away calmly and take my chances.

I only have a heart beats worth of time to make up my mind, two it is I guess. I set down the juice box putting the lid back on before walking away without the cups. To my surprise I don't die which only makes me feel more sick because I know he had a perfect shot, he could've easily taken it and disappeared before Nicholas ever heard it, so my only other guess to why I'm not dead is that I'm not the target, Nicholas is.

My legs practically jump over every 2nd step as I race back to the room only to find it empty. I freeze, I look down and see a faint footprint on the dark oak floor, it's one that doesn't belong to either of us. The window creeks a little as the wind pushes it to open wider, someone's already in here.

There's a new certain shiver that passes by me and I have to stop the urge to call out for him, I just have to hope that he went looking for me and isn't just dead, breath just- the floor board cracks behind me and everything simply goes cold. I duck low swinging my feet under whoever is behind me and watch as the person in fully black military armour hits the floor. He stands up in mere seconds punching me straight to the side of my stomach, I block the next one that goes for my throat kicking his hard vest with my bare foot. It works though because he tumbles back smacking hard into the wall, there's no affect whatsoever as he charges back grabbing me by my waist and slamming me down to the floor.

My back instantly heats but there's no time for pain, where's Nicholas.

He punches me and my head twists with the force, the next hit is a slap, time freezes in that moment for me. I turn back looking up at his smiling gaze, even with a mask on I can see his eyes turn happy and proud. His fist swings for me again only this time I catch it mid way, his body jolts and I kick him off wrapping my legs around his arm pushing down at his neck with my feet. He groans and tries scratching me with his thick gloves but he stops when I twist hard snapping the bone in one singular motion. I stand up walking to the nightstand as he begins crawling on the floor grasping at his lose arm, the lamp flickers before completely dying out and joining the dark room as I rip it off the nightstand and socket.

Fucking cunt actually tried kicking me as I neared him but I step down on his ankle walking right over it before I'm standing there and he's looking up at me terrified, like he didn't expect this outcome let alone ending. But I raise the heavy lamp slamming it right to the centre of his face, the first time it hits makes him let out this agonising screech, the second time he tries blocking it with his good hand only resulting in a bone crushing sound. I think I hit him over a dozen times because when I finally realised I was still hitting him he looked absolutely in pieces. His left eye has met the carpet as it hangs low out of his socket, there's not much left of his noise or mouth but I will say that his bottom jaw still remains in once piece. There's just a lot of blood, and my lamp broke.