Future Diary 2: New Survival Game

Chapter 23: One Down

A/N: No POV for the meantime

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(At a certain warehouse)

"Escaping is futile, kid." A certain man in a black suit nudged his gun beside Mav's head. Mav was tied to a chair, same with Faizan. But, Paul's whereabouts is unknown.

"Let us out of here!" Faizan shouted. 

A man dressed in a mafia suit popped out of nowhere. "Seems like this guy's a total nitwit, don't you think, Earl?"

"Certainly, boss." The one called Earl smirked menacingly. "It makes me wanna crush his bones at the very moment."

"Now, now. Don't be so hasty for the meantime. You'll get the chance soon enough." Earl's boss mockingly stated.

"Who the fuck are they?" Faizan whispered to Mavridis, who was two feet away from his chair.

"Don't ask me. I don't know them either, stupid." Mavridis hissed.

Faizan flinched at Mavridis' words. "Gah! Sorry, sorry."

Mav kept quiet, as if he was meditating in his seat.

Faizan kept on moving around, even though resistance is futile.

Mav turned, only to see Faizan struggling to get out.

"You idiot! What do you think you're doing?!" Mav called out to him.

"Struggling to get out. What else?" Faizan bluntly stated.

As Mavridis started opening his mouth, a mysterious guy in a mafia suit entered the warehouse.

Faizan gulped. Mavridis broke down in cold sweat.

"You two...." His husky voice spoke up.

Faizan's and Mav's heads shot up. They were expecting for the worst.

"Y-yes?" Their voices, barely audible.

"I heard strange noises. Are you trying to escape?" The man's husky voice rang inside the warehouse.

Mav averted his gaze. It was Faizan's turn to break out in cold sweat.

The man shifted his gaze to Faizan. "Were you the one trying to escape?"

Faizan kept quiet.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Mav coughed.

The man suddenly drew his gun from its holster and aimed it Faizan.

"Answer me, you son of a bitch!" The man, now enraged, hit Faizan with the side of his gun.

Mavridis bit his tongue back and shut his eyes tightly. He didn't want the scene to unfold in front of him.

As the man was about to pull the trigger, he was knocked unconscious from behind.

"Man, you're too hasty to shed blood." The man who knocked his fellow mafia co-member unconscious chuckled psychotically and flashed a smug smirk.

The man turned to Faizan and Mav.

"Oh, so the both of you are the hostages they've taken in eh? You seem pretty weak and effete to me." The man bluntly stated as he twirled a gun.

"W-who are you?" Faizan inquired.

The man lit a cigarette and blew a thin pile of smoke. "Why do you wanna know my identity that badly huh? You wanna murder me or something?"

"Did we even say anything about murdering you?" Faizan stated, confused.

The man shrugged. "I just wanna make sure."

"Um, okay?" Mav tilted his head in confusion.

While on the other hand, Faizan was daydreaming about unicorns or whatsoever.

"Oi." The man suddenly spoke up, causing Mav's and Faizan's head to perk up.

"Let me ask you something. I just need one answer and that's it." He sternly stated.

"Y-yes, sir." The both of them flinched at his stern voice.

"Do you, by any chance, know who the Fourth is?"

Their eyes widened. Oh no, their friend's in great danger.

Faizan was about to open his mouth when he was cut off by Mav.

"No. We don't know who the Fourth is." Mav sharply stated.

"Are you sure? It doesn't seem like it." The man retorted.

Mav was about to lose his composure, but in order to protect his friend in danger, he didn't yield his guard.

"I'm pretty sure I do not know this 'Fourth' of which you speak of." Mav simply stated, making the man more infuriated than ever.

"Listen punk, tell me where the Fourth is or I'll shoot you to death." The man warned him.

"Then, shoot me! I don't care as long as I protect my friend, I do not fear death!" Mav bravely exclaimed. Stepping in front of Faizan, shielding him.

"If you're gonna shoot him, shoot me instead!" 

"Tch. You're one son of a bitch. Lemme put an end to your life this instant." The man flashed a smug smirk and pulled the trigger.

BANG

Mavridis' lifeless body fell to the floor with a loud 'THUD'. Faizan watched in horror.

The man blew his gun before putting it back into its holster. 

"Ohoho! Score for the big shot, hell yeah!" The man did his victory dance.

Faizan screamed in horror.

"Oi, shut your big mouth! Sheesh, lemme kill you next." The man aimed his gun at Faizan and was about to pull the trigger when somebody barged right into the warehouse.

"FAIZAN!"