𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍
❝He is dangerous, Avery, never hesitate to let your guard down.❞
𝐖ho thought that the best mercenary was going to be under the gaze of a ghost? Avery Muller was doomed.
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MANY SAY THAT THE CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT. But Avery decided to act in such a stupid way that he considered himself a feline and not a mercenary with principles. The green-eyed mercenary silently rose from his woody bed and set out to leave the tree's cave. He looked for a branch and from there he took fire to light his way. He began to move away from the small camp that the group had done and continued chasing the figure trying to escape him.
Avery looked for a gun and remembered that his gun was inside the sleeping bag. Stupid, he thought in his head, you're stupid. He checked his pockets and then remembered something: a knife. The knife that he had in his boot. Avery took it in a slow motion and felt the weight of the handle in his hand. He reassured himself for a moment and continued chasing his silhouette. He knew perfectly well that he wasn't crazy and that what he saw wasn't something produced by his mind. It was real. But what was it?
The figure stopped and he, too, waiting for some muscle movement that was quick or abrupt. Avery's body was tense, as if something told him that this whole situation was wrong or that he was approaching a terrain that was dangerous for him. Avery put those thoughts aside and walked slowly through the woods. He felt that several violins played such a dark melody - which caused him to suffer such an intense chill down his back.
The violins didn't stop. They continued playing. Avery didn't stop in his footsteps and his slack in the handle of the knife didn't. The figure suddenly looked back and Avery stopped. Why did he stop? Why did he feel that there was someone else there? Why was he so afraid? Muller analyzed his options, also cursing under his breath why he had done what he did. He had to escape. But it wasn't enough. Suddenly he felt that knot in his throat, as lethal as having a knife there. At least that was a warm feeling. He felt the slight detune of the violin, creating an atmosphere so sinister and tense at the same time that it looked like a horror movie reaching a kind of climax.
Avery didn't move a muscle in that lapse of time and thought about walking backwards to escape - going back to camp, obviously. But nothing moved. Neither did he move. Suddenly, that figure looked to the side and started to run. Avery ran too. It was as if his legs had no owner and ran by themselves. However, these didn't escape the danger, if not that they approached him faster and faster.
The mercenary chased the figure without rest until he stopped in a clearing that was surrounded by trees. Avery took off his knife, standing guard. "You have exactly 5 seconds to identify yourself or I swear I'll cut your neck."
The figure looked at him suddenly and Avery flinched. "Why are you pointing a gun at me? I'm you."
Avery blinked repeatedly, not believing what he saw. He wasn't crazy, definitely. But what was it that his eyes saw? A ghost, a madman or maybe...his mind? The green-eyed mercenary shook his head quickly, refusing to see that it was some product of his destroyed mind.
