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One thing I learned about this, is that, if they didn’t kill their hostage for all the chances they had – they are not meant to be killed.
If they want me – they could have killed her as soon as we walked in this house since overall, this is a trap. Yet, they didn’t. They could have used Cinense to put our guns down – this is no movie to waste time and to have chit-chats if you are in the upper hand.
They won’t kill Cleome.
Things happened too fast; I punched him on the ground multiple times and pinned him down with all my weight – pulling out the pistol from my back and trying to aim it straight to his skull, but he quickly recovered from the punches and took chances to hit me as he pushed me back; the gun slipped off my hand.
“Nice punches,” he smirked as he wiped off the blood from the side his mouth and pulled out a pocket-knife out of him.
I chuckled, “Would that go in?” I sarcastically said, wearing a mischievous smile.
“It will slash,” he responded and hasty moved towards me.
I rushed to meet him and-
BANG
A loud unbearable noise filled my ears – I quickly pulled myself from the floor to sitting, and hastily grabbed my ears as I started pressing them down. Fuck. It hurts as fuck. I can feel the blood from my ear, slowly going out.
It’s still crazy to take a bullet even if it’s not pointed at you.
I can hear no shit but I can clearly see this bastard’s suffering, screaming from the pain he took – it’s fucking lethal. The bullet pierced through the side of his neck – even I, am surprised how he handles this shit well.
It took me some time to regain my hearing; the first thing I heard is how this asshole is trying his best in keeping his shit together while holding his shriek to himself – no matter how hard he tries, he can’t hide the agony.
“Aba’t nakakalimutan mo ata ako,” Blake’s arrogant voice comes in; talking to the bastard while still aiming the gun at him. He’s standing from my front-right while the Russian is in front of me, leaving us with two-steps gap.
“H-haha, t-this ain’t f-fair,” he faintly talked back with his fakery laugh. He’s holding his neck as buckets of his blood are coming out of it.
“What’s fair?” Potreras smirked, while his face screams in disgust.
“Bleed to death,” Blake coldly added.
A soft stroke from my arm grabbed my attention that made me looked at her.
She’s a complete mess; her hair is all over her face, her lips are blow-off, her eyes are extremely swollen, there are bruises all around her face and neck – down to her arms, she got hardened blood cuts too – what the hell happened to you?
I hate myself from seeing you like this, it makes me feel worthless. I should’ve known sooner – it should’ve been me.
“Okay ka lang ba?” She asked in discreet concern. Her hand is shaking on my arm as she tries to comfort me – biting her lower lip to stop herself from crying.
Is she seriously fucking asking me that?
Intense madness filled head that eventually exposed on my face. I saw how her reactions changes from being concern into terror. She quickly looked away, finding words to say – finding actions to do.
Why does it have to be like this? That’s all I could think of.
You don’t deserve any of this.
