'Cause Nothing Lasts Forever ✔️

Chapter 41 - My hero arrives

Christian's POV

I was feeling the pain of losing even when I was proudly holding the champions trophy, defending the title on our name once again. The stadium broke out in cheers as we triumphed on Holy Child that day, but the only voice, the only cheer I was searching for among the thousands was yours. Collecting the medal, the team attended the ceremony which was over almost within an hour. A feeling of restlessness was hovering over me. I had a lot of tasks to complete before the other teams leave the campus.

It was late in the afternoon, I paced around in her room, excited to prove myself not guilty and anxious of putting things back to place. I laid down on the bed and stared wide at the ceiling, soft music playing in my earbuds. Another hour passed by but Blaire wasn't here yet. That's when worry and deep thoughts suppressed my excitement.

Where is my sunshine?

Without wasting any further seconds, I opened the application, silently hoping that the device would be with her and show me the correct location. It took a moment to load and then it displayed the signal on a nearby beach but not the exact location.

"Which day will the AI club and all my hard work come to use?" I murmured to myself as I rushed with her laptop and connected the device to it. Scanning the whole area and cracking the code, I finally tracked her through her mobile network after a long fifteen minutes. I loaded the traced address on my phone and drove off after informing Melody.

I drove along the beach line and then a mile past it until I finally spotted her car. My throat clenched with fright, all the negative and dangerous thoughts were cluttering in my mind, images flashed in front of my eyes. Gulping down my fright and calling up courage, I reminded myself that I couldn't afford to lose her. I parked the car a couple of metres away from hers. Following the red dot on my tracker, I reached an old building which I had no idea of. I noted the surroundings which didn't look good at all, so I made up my mind to go inside. I stepped in but not before sharing my live location to Duncan.

Having a backup is always good. 

It didn't take any moment for me to register that it was a storeroom stuffed with piles of boxes and wooden cartridges. I took sturdy steps and then tripped over, landing face-first on the ground. I looked back to find the cause when I noticed the gun, stuck in the corner of the shelves. I got back in a move and picked it up. Checking the bullets, I caged it with me. With more confidence, now I looked around and took some fine steps. Finally, I noticed Blaire in a far off corner, lying unconscious in the dirt, tied with strong ropes, her white cotton dress ripped on some parts and red on few parts. The signs of struggle and fight were so clear and prominent. I walked towards her, gripping the gun tight in my right hand when I heard some footsteps coming towards me.

I ran towards her so that I could free her from those ropes but before I could act, a cold and sharp object grazed my throat. I held my chin up, and held the gun tightly, perfectly even more than professionals. Bringing back all the combat and defence skills, I swiftly moved out of his grip and aimed the gun at him. I kicked him right in the stomach and thrashed the gun at the back of his head. I snatched the dagger knife from him and was quite impressed by its antique look. I reached Blaire and started to slash down her ties while someone grabbed me by my collar and thrashed me onto the floor. I grabbed the gun and fired two shots in the air, with a tight knock, the man in front of me fell to the ground.

With a hard punch, I left his face blur with blood. It was just luck of the second and the bullet missed me badly by the breadth of a hair. I swiftly made my move and rolled on the floor and with a good aim, shot one in his lower abdomen. I couldn't make it on time when the last man fired a shot directly on my left arm. I gasped in pain and lay flat on my back but fired a final shot which made it through this wrist. The gun fell down. The metal clanged with the stone flooring. I glanced at the blood oozing out from my arm and then at Blaire, lying unconscious a few feet away. I stood up, tacked the gun on my waist and stumbled up to her.