The Underground

Rampage

Pov Tweazy...

The butcher rushed at us, but I quickly pushed Alex aside and leaped in the opposite direction. The butcher crashed through the wall behind us with a thunderous roar, debris scattering everywhere.

"I can't wait! I can't wait to cut you up into mince meat!" he roared, his voice filled with maniacal glee.

I hurriedly picked Alex up from the ground and looked him in the eyes. "Alex, can you run?"

"Yeah, I can," he replied, his voice trembling but determined.

"Run as far as you can from this place. I'll buy you some time, so go!" I ordered him, my tone leaving no room for argument.

"But what about you?" Alex's voice wavered with concern.

"I'll find a way to lose him," I assured him, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"You're barely standing at all. Are you sure you can do this?" His eyes were filled with doubt and fear.

Before I could answer, the butcher emerged from the wreckage of the wall, looking like a bloodthirsty predator ready to devour its prey. His eyes gleamed with a sick, twisted delight.

"NOW WHO WANTS TO DIE FIRST!?" he bellowed, licking his knife with a grotesque, lascivious grin.

"Go!" I shouted to Alex, turning to face the butcher once more, my body tensed and ready for the fight ahead.

Alex hesitated, torn between his concern for me and his instinct to survive. But finally, he nodded and ran, disappearing into the shadows as I stood my ground.

The butcher's footsteps thundered towards me. I sidestepped his wild swing, the blade whistling past my ear. I countered with a swift punch to his ribs, but he barely flinched, his eyes burning with bloodlust.

"You're not getting away that easily," I muttered, ducking under another wild slash. The butcher was strong, but his rage made him predictable. I could see the openings in his attacks, but my body was weary, and my movements were sluggish.

He swung his knife in a wide arc, and I barely managed to evade, feeling the rush of air as the blade missed me by inches. I kicked at his knee, trying to destabilize him, but he barely staggered, retaliating with a backhand that sent me sprawling to the ground.

As I scrambled to my feet, I caught a glimpse of Alex in the distance, still running. I had to hold on, just a little longer. The butcher lunged at me again, and I rolled to the side, grabbing a broken piece of wood from the rubble. I swung it at his head with all my might, but he caught it mid-swing, snapping it in half with terrifying ease.

"Pathetic," he snarled, advancing on me with deliberate, menacing steps.

"Tell me, boy, was this worth it?" asked the Butcher, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Yes," I responded, my voice unwavering. "I made a promise that I will keep until the very end."

"How noble but dumb," he sneered. "Clearly, you haven't lived long enough to value your life at all."

With a swift motion, I pulled out a smoke screen bomb and hurled it at him. The device exploded, filling the entire hallway with thick, billowing smoke.

"Do you think this will help you? I can smell your blood," he taunted, sniffing the air like a predator honing in on its prey.

I quickly equipped my night vision goggles, the world around me turning green and clear through the lenses. I slashed at him from every direction, my blade moving in a blur. Despite his insane reflexes deflecting many of my strikes, a few managed to hit home. Yet, the Butcher barely seemed fazed, his grin growing wider with each cut.