Uncharted Imagines/Shorts'

21 (Rafe Adler) Business: Part One

It was suppose to be easy, beat the bad guy to the treasure and make it out alive. If only it was that easy...

It's raining debris as I drag myself across the cold marble floor and leave a smear of blood along the floor behind me, my nails are a bloody and broken mess as I painfully dig them into the ground and heave myself towards the exit. How I managed to survive the crash is beyond me, that fall should've killed me. I take a look behind me and see the smoke continue to rise from the broken shell of the helicopter, there's a small fire and before long the whole building will be consumed in flames. I have to get out of here.

"I don't think you'll get far like this!" the voice startles me, echoing off the walls and making me freeze with fear. I feel the footsteps coming toward me and decide to die fighting. In my immediate area are no weapons, the ones I had lost in the crash and the only thing around me heavy or sharp enough to do any damage are the damn rocks.

Rough hands roll me onto my back and those dead grey eyes stare down at me. "Ezra, fancy seeing you here" I remark.

"Even in death you're still a sarcastic cunt." he spits, those thin lips tight as he grimaces down at me. "Ah, what can I say? I learnt from the best" I smile back although the pain in my abdomen is starting to make me feel woozy. I feel my head fall to the side and quickly shake it to stop myself from passing out while he has me like this, I don't want to make this easy for him, no matter how close I am to bleeding out.

Ezra chuckles dryly "Oh my, you're not in good shape. I think this might be easy..." he smiles and I can see the delight in his eyes, the thought of finally putting an end to me has made him smile more than anything else, even finding the treasure. I gulp as he wraps his hand around my throat and leans in close whispering.

"I'm going to watch you die slowly, as your lips turn blue and those pretty little eyes lose all that light." he grins as he cuts off my air supply, a gasp is forced from me as he presses my throat hard into the floor. Instead of panicking I take a look at him and notice the knife on his belt, small and easy for me to grab and jam into his throat. I decide to play dead and hope this works, my head falls to the side and I open my mouth only breathing softly when he removes his hand from my throat. It's the silence that makes me nervous, holding my breath hurts but I have to do it. Ezra relaxes as he sits on my stomach sending a burning pain through my entire body and I can't fake this any longer.

I move quickly and grab the knife swiftly catching him off guard, he's barely had time to react when I jam the blade into the side of his throat. Hot blood runs down my arm as I twist it into his flesh, the noise he makes is something between a scream and a gargle. He's easy enough to overpower at this point, pushing him to the side he's on his back as his fingers scratch at his throat attempting to remove the knife. I sit on his chest and grasp the hilt with both hands and drag it from one side to the other, opening his throat was harder than I expected and the spray of blood hits me in the face rapidly running down my chest. It's shocking how close I was to taking off his head entirely, the knife slips from my hand and I fall to the side feeling light headed. I lay on my back looking at the ceiling as his blood pools around the both of us.

Honestly, this was the last thing I wanted to do. I don't like killing people, especially when it's brutal like this- but I had no choice. 

It feels like I have been laid there for hours, the sky outside has started to darken and the blood surrounding me has started to become clotted and sticky. I turn my head to look at Ezra, his eyes are wide and dead, they stare up at the ceiling sending a chill through me. How on earth have I just laid here next to a dead body? I feel my stomach lurch as I stare at the mess that was once his throat, the blackening flesh and stringy meat that hangs from the tear making me almost feel sorry for how I killed him.