AKUTÄ ⋆ THE DARK EYES OF HELL

Chapter 20

He squeezed his grip, gripping her wrist tighter, not letting her go. His look was even more serious and intense, his anger visible in his eyes. His silence was heavy, and his breath was ragged, the anger and the frustration could be seen all over him. His teeth slightly bared, still holding her wrist. His touch felt slightly painful this time.

—What the fuck are you doing, North? Have you lost your mind?!

Danny struggles to escape, feeling like a mouse in a cage, breathing heavily and looking at him, as she punched him in the stomach with her elbows, slamming him against the wall and taking steps back, looking for her gun.

He grunted with the punch. He was expecting her to retaliate, so he was ready. He leaned back, hitting the wall, but he didn't release her wrist. The anger in his eyes increased. He stepped forward again, his grip getting even tighter as he breathed harshly. He was going to get her back in this bathroom. She wasn't going anywhere.

Danny grunts, escaping from his hands and taking her glass, slamming against his head and seize the moment, jumping quickly onto the balcony and staring blankly, not knowing what to do.

He yelled with the pain of the blow. He was frustrated and angry. He couldn't afford to lose her, to let her escape. To let her have the chance to warn others about him. He wasn't going to take that risk. He looked to the balcony, and seen the sight of Danny on the edge. He took a handful of seconds to react, before quickly reaching the balcony. He was fast, it was his nature. He approached her, grabbing her upper arms strongly, and pulling her back.

Danny gasp, widening her eyes and looking alarmed, as she pushes into him with her back, slamming him against the wall and punching with her head in his chin, opening the door and running faster, breathing heavily and looking for the exit, looking for her car and key, her heart beating fast and running more, arrive outside, being night.

He cursed with the blows and grabs, he was losing control. He cursed in his mind. She was fast and he had to react before she got to far. He quickly sprinted, closing the distance fast. He managed to grab her before she reach her car, grabbing her arms tightly, squeezing them. He was breathing harshly and looking at her frantically. He was looking at her with a frustrated, angry and determined look in his eyes.

— The hell?!!..

Danny shout, dropping her key and gasp, looking at him, noticing his expression, gritting her teeth.

— LET ME GO, NORTH!

His voice was cold, and harsh as he squeezed her wrist with his grip firmly. His eyes were cold and sharp. His teeth slightly bared. The tone in his voice said anger. It was clear. His face was full of anger, and frustration with a hint of regret.

—...No...

Danny grunts, trying to escape again, looking in his eyes, breathing heavily.

He squeezes her wrist harder, his grip now starting to hurt. He looked at her, his face was full of rage of frustration, yet she could see a hint of sadness and regret on his eyes. His expression slowly changes to regret, as he squeezes her wrist tighter. He wanted to just grab her, bring her back inside and explain everything to her. But it was too late. He didn't know how to tell her now, he was going to lose her. But he just couldn't let her leave.

— We do the hard way then.

Danny mumbles, as she takes her secret blade from her heels, digs faster, but not too deep, in his stomach, she seized the moment and got into the car, quickly starting from the place and driving in the deep darkness, at a high speed, driving to its base.

He groaned with the blade in his stomach, the pain quickly increasing, and his grip on her wrist loosening. His body tensed, and his eyes widened. He was breathing heavily. The pain was too much. He tried to close his grip, but his instincts were taking over now. He was going to be bleeding and losing consciousness soon... He had to do something. He tried to follow her car, desperately, but with his injuries, he stood no chance. He cursed violently, his eyes narrowing. He clenched his fist, as he collapsed on his knees.

— Fucking hell.... I've failed...

North mumbles, His hand squeezes his wound, hearing alarms from police cars in the distance. He grits his teeth, breathing heavily and looking in the distance, clenching his jaw and his heart beating fast.

He failed his Mission and he failed his friendship with Danny. That's the worst. After all, Danny escaped.

Soon, police arrive at the scene, getting out of the car and the president, heading to North. He looked down, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, sighs deep and looking serious.

— I see that you failed the plan, North.

North scoffs amused, rolling his eyes and looking up.

— I am? Well... You should be satisfied that I agreed to work for you, and when you know well enough that Danny and I get along, Anyway ... I was...

North sighs, grunts at his wound, closing his eyes a bit and looking then at the president.

— If you haven't been able to complete this easy mission, then we'll apply the hard one. And here mercilessly, here the war between you and her directly applied. Now you are like enemies...

The president spoke serious, looking at him and sighs, kneels down and gives him an emblem. The emblem featured a red-eyed wolf head with a group name "Darklore".

— You're going to be part of a new group, you're going to be the main one, and there are only snipers and assassins here, but not as good as Danny, but I assure you it's going to be Okay. We're getting down to business, North. Understand me?

— Yes... Sir.

North spoke iritated, taking the emblem and grunts, stands slightly and looking at the president, then at the police cats, walking to one of them and receives help from them, driving away.

That was it. A new war.