Enemies till death

Chapter: 1

I push the door of the hotel room open with my shoulder, dragging my suitcase and letting the door slam behind me. I place the key on the hook on the wall and switch the lights on in the small room, letting them flicker on, and the musty smell of an old hotel room hits me like a ton of bricks.

The room was nothing fancy; on the right wall, it had a double bed with a bedside table and a small lamp on top that shone a warm yellow light across the room. On the opposite wall were an old dresser and a small safe.

With a small bathroom attached to the right wall of the entrance door

I dragged my suitcase over and laid it down on the floor, unzipped it, and pulled my weapons out, putting them on the side and grabbing my gear underneath.

I take my leather jacket off and place it on the foot of the bed. I reach over and grab my favorite machetes off the dresser and secure them on each side of my belt, grabbing a smaller knife and placing it into my boot.

I grab the rest of my weapons and push them into the safe, putting in a code I was sure to remember: "127000."

Now I zip the suitcase back up and push it under the bed because there was only clothing inside, and I wouldn't need that right now. I get up and reach for my jacket from the foot of the bed, putting it on to slightly conceal the weapons underneath. When I reach the door, I peer through the peephole before opening it just to be safe, then grab the keys from the hook and turn the lights off behind me.

I turn right and start walking down the bland hotel hallway, taking long strides. There is nothing but the doors and ugly wallpaper to look at, so all I do is glance at the number on the doors as I pass by them, looking for one in particular. That's when I pass it. Room 125

I just stare at the old maple wood door, contemplating whether I should actually do this or not. It was a lot of money just to do something I would do in my own time. I just don't know if this is the best time or if I should wait a bit. I don't have any reinforcements because of other issues at the headquarters right now.

No, it's fine; nothing will go wrong unless he is awake or I wake him up.

Without another thought, I walk closer to the door, my steps barely muffled by the thin gray carpet beneath my boots.

I bought a new key out of my jacket pocket. His key.

It really wasn't hard to get my hands on it. They need to step up their security in this place; the guard gave it to me without a second thought.

I slot it into the door handle and twist, hearing a satisfying click, and I slightly push the door open, letting the light from the hallway pour into the dark room that looked like it was identical to my own. I slide into the small gap, staying flat against the wall, and quietly shut the door behind me, trying to let my eyes adjust to the light before going in any further.

I blink and look to my side. A window was open, shining moonlight into the cramped room. I couldn't see anyone until my eyes flickered over to the bed, where I can now see a figure sitting straight up.

I knew it was him. He was staring straight at me, his bright eyes piercing through the darkness and into my soul.

Did I really think I would be able to outsmart him? Seriously?

The only upper hand I had on him was the element of surprise; other than that, I was screwed.

I have almost lost fights to him before, but not this time. I'm sure of it.

He just stared at me. That's when I saw the light reflecting off a knife in his hand.

I had to kill him before he got to me first.

He moved fast off the bed and made me take a step back as my heart rate sped up.

"I told you not to come back, Stella." His raspy voice broke the silence as he stood at the foot of the bed.

He still moved forward in slow steps, only a few meters away by now. His large frame blocked out most of the light, leaving me in his shadow against the door uncomfortably.

I reach down and grab one of my machetes with my right hand, pulling it out.

"Come on, Stella, don't be like that," he says drily.

"We are here for the same reason can we just get it over with?" I say back, venom lacing my every word.

"That's fine with me. I know I'm going to win Stella," he responds.

"Don't get your hopes up."

"Oh really-" I took a quick step forward and raised my machete up with both hands and aimed at his head with the flat side before he could finish, but he took a swift step back, and my machete hit the wall with a thud, creating a small dent in the old wood. I yank it out, then look back at him.

His face is now in full view with the moonlight glittering on him, his jaw set, and his eyes glowing more than ever as the light glares through them sharply.

I hear a swift whistle, and the glow of Dayyan's knife is flying at me. I dodge it at the last second, pressing myself against the bathroom door, but it unexpectedly falls open, with me coming straight after landing on the floor with a loud thud. My breath forcefully leaves my lungs, and I take a second to recover.

"You shouldn't be going into my hotel room at midnight just to attempt to kill me when you know you can't, Stella." His face is stone cold as he looks down at me.

I try to stand, only for him to step into the small bathroom and kick my feet out from under me, and I hit the floor again. He stands tall and puts his boot over my head, pushing it into the dirty ground so hard that a dizzying feeling starts to set in as I lay there.

"Next time, bring a real fighter with you," he leans down and whispers into my ear before getting up and taking a step into the bedroom.

Without a second thought, I reach into my boot and take out my pocket knife. I get up and walk out with a knife in hand, taking a small step behind him. I swing and lodge the small knife into his upper right arm. He turns around, pissed, and gives me a swift punch to the temple, knocking me out in an instant. I fall to the floor.

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