Mad

Chapter 4

The voices were soon replaced by frantic footsteps. They moved in union, a single beast slowly approaching, surrounding them. He released a shaky breath he hadn't realised he had been holding. What would happen if they caught him? Jail would be out of question. No, it's too much of a blessing. So is death. At least he was going to give them a challenge dreaming up a creative way to punish him. If they're still alive, that is. The footsteps got louder, echoing through the walls. There were at least 30 men out there, all armed to the teeth. The footsteps abruptly stopped. The silence was worse than he had imagined, eating away at him. The whole room of prisoners held their breaths, watching the door, waiting. The door cracked open and shots streamed into the room. He ducked behind a coffin, watching as a volley of bullets filled the room. Beside him, a man fell, clutching his left arm. His body started spasming, his eyes darting around. Aven felt his pulse. It was surprisingly normal. Forcibly prying off the man's hand off his left arm, he tried to see what kind of thing they were shooting. They definitely weren't bullets. Bullets kill. Around him, sounds of shots and prisoners screaming filled the room. Most of them were hiding behind a coffin, waiting for the guards to run out of bullets. Nothing ever lasted forever. Right? The thing was embedded deep into the man's arm. Aven was about to touch it when a wave of charge blasted his hand back. He looked again at the shot, holding his hand to his chest. It was shaking, every muscle contracting but no fingers bending. He looked at the gaping wound and saw the shot sending a small thread glowing a bright blue. Aven screamed, causing a few prisoners to look at him. A beep sounded and a gas slowly started seeping into the room. Aven beckoned the prisoners to stay low and hold their breaths. Movement ceased around him. In the darkness of a blink, the room was choked with the greyish gas. Knives prodded his eyes, but he forced himself to keep them open. Someone slipped into the spot beside him pushing the coffin a bit. The sound of wood grazing the floor sliced through the silence. He was sweating uncontrollably now, his heart beating at twice its normal speed. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to breathe. At the corner of his eye, he saw something swinging at him. He turned to see a soldier being tackled by the person that was sitting beside him. That teenager.  She silently pinned him to the ground, her elbow crushing his throat. With his stable hand, Aven grabbed the metal rod and swung it at the soldier's head. He wacked him atop the head multiple times, trying not to hit the mask he was wearing. On the fifth hit, the soldier stopped fighting, his faint screams dying off. Behind him, he heard another person approach through the thick fog. Without looking, he lunged forward, swinging the rod onto the soldier. He jumped over the blood slowly pooling across the floor and kicked at a figure advancing through the fog. His lungs were screaming for air, but he couldn't breathe now. The gas was already thinning around them. The girl had successfully managed to remove the mask the soldier was wearing and took in a few breaths before throwing the mask to Aven. The mask was a few feet away from him when a hand caught it in mid-air. The world started to darken around him as he gasped. The last thing he saw was the ground rising up to meet him.

Author's note:
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