𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺

CHAPTER 41

RUTHLESS WEED

The force of the hands on my throat was crushing, making me struggle for breath as my vision started to darken.
My eyes looked up, locking on the black skull mask in front of me.
It was a mask of complete blackness, but there were small scratches that I recognized had come from a knife.

My vision started to turn black as his knuckles hit my nose, but I reacted quickly. I grabbed his collar and pushed him off me with a surge of strength and rage, causing him to stumble back.

I took the moment to get up on my feet again. There was no time to gasp for air. He straightend his back as he cracked his knuckles and pulled out a knife.

But before he could attack, Nicolas grabbed him from behind, holding him in a chokehold. "Who the fuck are you?", Nicolas voice muttered.

No answer. Not even a sound.

I had no time to hesitate as my eyes locked onto the knife in his left hand. I grabbed his arm with a sudden twist, making him groan in pain and drop it on the ground.
The knife clattered to the dirt, the sharp tip pointing directly at my feet.

His other hand reaches his lower pockets and then, he pulled out another knife and stabbed it in Nicolas' arm. The blood was hard to recognize, but he twisted the knife deeper into the skin, before pushing him with fierce back.

The sudden strike at my jawline made me see stars as I stumbled backwards.

My jaw felt sore from the blow, but I kept my focus on the man. Nicolas groaned from where he was standing, his arm stabbed with a knife.
In a quick movement, the man got out of his grip.

I had barely a chance to react before I felt the impact of the kick in my face.
It was a sudden, sharp pain and my eyes blurred as I staggered backwards.

I fastly bent down to grab the knife, my adrenaline pumping hard and my instinct for survival kicking in.

Recognizing a fist flying towards my lower body, I dodged it just in time.
My knuckles made contact with his left eye, a brief moment of pain as the bone of my hand collided with metal.

I shook my hand momentarily, the pain of my injury still fresh but the adrenaline of the fight overriding it.
The mask must be made out of metal, I realized as I glanced up to confirm it once again.

But I noticed that the mask had slipped a bit, and now I could see some strands of hair peeking out from underneath it.

Brown.

And I had a plan.

I took the advantage, taking a step forward and kicking him hard into the tree behind him.
The impact knocked the air out of his lungs, and it took him a moment to catch his breath again.

The moment of repause allowed me to consider my next move. My past experiences, and my skills as a dart player, all came rushing back to me suddenly.

I remembered always hitting the black spot almost every single time. I was quite talented in terms of precision and accuracy, my parents often bragged about their son having "the eyes of an eagle."

I saw him raise his hand to re-adjust the mask, providing me with another opportunity. There was no time for preparation, I focused on my aim, and threw the sharp knife towards him in one swift motion.

The moment seemed to last forever, as I followed the course of the knife in an almost surreal state. I heard the sound of satisfaction when it landed squarely in its target.

There was a gurgling sound as he pulled the sharp knife out of the back of his hand, as if it had been nothing more than a minor annoyance.
Before he could readjust his mask, I grabbed him harshly by the throat and pushed him to the ground.

Lying on the ground, his muffled coughing could barely be heard through the mask, as he tried to stand up again.
I pushed him back down to the ground and pressed my boots firmly against his chest, pinning him against the dirt.

Nicolas pressed his lips together as he took a few steps in my direction, resting against a tree behind him. He had bandaged his injury with the fabric of his shirt to stop the bleeding for a moment.

Fucking hell, where was Alexine?

"Nicolas, hand me the gun. I'm gonna blow his fucking skull."

Nicolas pressed the fabric against his arm, before shrugging his shoulders. "I gave it Alexine", he replied. I paused and looked at him. He did what?

"Moron..", I heard a muffled voice coming from underneath the skull mask, "..you gave a little girl your gun. And yet, she is dead."

I grabbed him by the collar of the shirt, pulling him violently towards me.
My heart beat furiously, my body filled with a hot, intense rage as I stared into his dead eyes."Either way, my bullet will touch your skull. I can promise you that."

There was a small laugh to hear. "You? Using a gun? Shouldn't you be traumatized of guns after your sister died because of one?"

The disgusting disrespect in his voice made me feel numb in my throat, before I pushed his head back into the dirt.
My hands trembled between the fabric of his collar, as I forced him to look up again.

"You have no rights to talk", I snarled, my jaw clenching with rage. "You're hiding under a mask. Are you afraid?"

"Afraid?", he repeated sarcastic.

I lost focus for a second, as I stared into the black paint and heard the voice.
The sound of it making the tension in my body grow tighter and tighter. I recognized the voice.

But it couldn't be.

Nicolas must had noticed it aswell, as he came closer. And then, he fiercely ripped off the metal mask from the face with one hand.

The moment he ripped the mask from his face, I knew who he was.

The recognition froze my heart.
The sound of the voice, the familiar face, the sight of those eyes with the same mocking expression that had become so familiar.

Nicolas was the first who interrupted the silence.

"Xavier?!"

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I love yapping in these A/N notes but I dont think y'all like it

The last part of this chapter might be confusing, but trust me, everything is for the plot
(And I OF COURSE planned some HUGE plottwist for you all)

But I will try to write more longer chapters, but I hate to write long chapters

DO YOU GUYS PREFER SHORT OR LONG CHAPTERS?? HONEST ANSWERS PLEASE