The Deception Game

The Dropping Pulse

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I'm so sorry it took so long. I'm the worst writer, I know. But plz accept this as my peace offering.

Since the last chapter ended in action, and since it's been so long, I put the ending of the last chapter again to help in recalling.

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This was no fast and furious nor was there any Tom Cruise driving the car that we'd drive outta this shit unscratched.

But however, there was a very skilled man on the wheel right now, and his name was Arsen God damned Reid. And he was better than any Tom Cruise. 'Cause he did all those stunts for real.

And he did them with a perfection I'd seen only in a few people who stood on a rank where Arsen's type of people couldn't even afford to observe from even the sidelines.

Arsen steered our car to a sudden right at the last second but still not all the way that we'd avoid the car completely. Our car's left side hit the back of the enemy car, stranded in the middle of road.

Our expeditious speed preventing any real damage to our car as we went forward after the impact and making their motionless car spin in circles behind us before hitting the separator in the mid of the road.

I looked behind, hoping that the spinning car had hit one of the other cars behind us but Axel's drivers were good. They avoided the damaged car like I avoided people who hate gummy bears, driving around it and following behind us without any difficulty.

"Are you two dickheads going to get your head outta your safety blanket and do something or am I the only one who's gonna have all the fun?" Arsen's voice was so calm while it still contained the humorous chuckle in it, his glinting eyes focused entirely on the side mirrors to keep track of the enemy cars.

I'm starting to think, it's not amusement anymore, it's something far more menacing.

I got up from my crouched position in between the seats, looking around. Heath's head was still ducked where I'd forced him when the first round of bullets had been shot.

"Heath. Come on, get up." My voice came out scratched as I moved towards Heath, shaking his shoulder to get his attention.

A second too may passed with Heath still unresponsive.

I panicked, my heartbeat getting faster from the possibilities running in my mind for his unresponsive body. My hands moved with a speed faster than lightening to grab Heath's both shoulders, dragging his limp body back in a sitting position to get a better look on his body and face.

With all those muscles, he was heavy, I'd admit but not that much that the effort would have me sweating but I paid no attention to it.

His back hit the back cushion of the car seat, his head rolling to the side unconscious and a small gasp left my mouth, feeling my eyes going wide as my stomach dropped with sheer terror clenching my heart from the sight in front of me.

Heath's face was paler than a dead body, his whole body coated in layers of sweat with his breathing more labored than a woman giving birth. 

His eyes were screwed shut, his hands clenched in tight fists from the pain. I could practically hear his teeth grinding against each other in futile attempt to keep his groans of agony inside his mouth.

My eyes roamed his whole body, which was trembling worse than a leaf caught up in a storm, scanning for any injury that could cause him to slip in such a state.

I frowned, confusion and anxiety clouding my brain as my foggy mind tried to come up with an explanation when I saw not a single wound on his body.