The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 28 (PART 3)

We slammed open the door, and we saw two men look over at us.  One guy had his arm wrapped around Elias' neck, the other instantly pointed his gun at us.

"Take another step," The guy holding Elias told me, pausing for effect, "He gets his throat slit.  We are well aware of who you are.  Oliver.  Naomi."  The guys' voice was familiar...  Wait... These were the two guys that kidnapped Elias...  The one holding him hostage was James...  I assumed the other one was Cody.  How they knew either of our names was disturbing, but I didn't care.  I was filled with rage at this point and wanted to end them both.  I had my gun pointed at the guy about to slit Elias' throat.  Then, I looked over to see Cody had his gun pointed at Naomi.  This wasn't good.  I had to decide who to shoot for the best results...

"I wouldn't shoot if I were you!"  James growled and looked at me with an evil malicious look.

"I won't shoot you...  I promise," I went to lower my gun, then, instantly, popped a bullet into Cody's skull.  He fell over, with blood leaking out of his head.

"You motherfucker!"  James screamed.   I went to shoot, but was greeted with a metallic click.  I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner.  I was out of bullets.  I tried reloading fast, but he had that knife out.  He slit Elias' throat, blood gushing out more and more with every millisecond I watched.  FUCK.  GOD DAMN IT.

"Kill me now I don't care!  It was worth-" James started yelling before I heard a loud bang.  It wasn't from me.  I was still reloading.  It wasn't from Naomi.  She was still in shock with what just happened.  We both turned around to see a man, an older man, about Elias' age.  He was Asian looking.  He had a handgun pulled out, the smoke was still coming from it.

Naomi looked at him confused, and started crying, "What's wrong? Did I miss something?" I questioned her.

"He's... my dad..." She told me, while fighting through the tears.  She slowly went up and hugged him softly. Holy shit, really?  I just lost my friend...  Then her dad shows up, to save the day?  What the actual fuck is this? Unless...

"Naomi," He said softly.  This guy...  He seemed off.  Sure it probably was her dad...  But it was something else about him...

"Son, names Mr. King," He chuckled then looked at me.  Mr. King...  Mr. King... Holy shit!  This guy was the leader of the cannibals.  I knew this was off.  It seemed too odd for this fucker to randomly show up.

"Mr. King?" Naomi questioned, looking puzzled as she stared at his face.

"I changed my last name to escape my past, Naomi... I had to... After all that happened," He explained.

I took shallow breaths from anger and fear.  "Naomi... Your... Y-your dad is the leader of the cannibals.  I know this because I remember Cody and James mentioning his name as they dragged... as they dragged my friend away from me!  Nice try, old man," I hissed at him.

"D-dad is that true?" Naomi questioned him, looking shocked and worried for the answer.  She took a few steps away.

"No! He's lying!"  His furious eyes looked away from us both. Leave us alone young man!"  He bullshitted me.  Fucker was a good liar.  Needed to say something that he couldn't deny.

"Then where were you for three years?"  I questioned.

"Looking for Naomi!"  He responded quickly, obviously sweating bullets at this point.

"You knew where she was.  You left her back in an old building or something...  She waited for months, until the Cannibals started tracking her and finding her.  She told me more than you think, old fuck," I hissed at him again.