How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Dwayne Clement's POV
"Checkmate was just a world but in life, unlike chess, you could still make the tables turned."
The fact that I dropped my guard down was more unsettling as if it were the biggest mistake that I have done. I remained silent for a while, calculating my actions and decisions. If I were with a snake, my step should charge with an intense paranoia. It was now or never.
"Dwayne Clement," she whispered my name. I balled my fists as I felt a cold gun on my head.
"Michelle," I mumbled her name as I elbowed her, making her dropped her weapon. I am confident that I am way stronger than her.
"You really think you can kill me?" Michelle simply dropped under my arms, moving sideways and as she did so, she slammed her forearm across my stomach as she closed in.
I staggered backwards and Michelle followed, kicking twice at my head, dropping the second kick, I blocked near her head, to slammed into her stomach.
"So, that's the reason why I'm always barking up the wrong tree," I uttered as I shifted position, my feet crossed, left in front of right. I spun on her left foot, the right coming up and out, catching my opponent squarely in the jaw. "I was looking for clues, but I was looking at the wrong person." I added.
The punch glanced her chin. I noticed too late that it was a feint. The next punch doubled her over and expelled the last bit of choked air from her wounded abdomen.
I thought I kicked the gun away from her but, to my surprise, she pulled the trigger towards my arm, blood dripped to the floor. I grinned. "You got me there."
It was a heck of a shot. Outside of having the wind knocked from her, I noticed a fair amount of pain with the gunshot, which was something I was not used to. A hit to the face, or even the kidney...but the gut should not have been much more than discomfort.
"I don't want to hurt girls, but you hurt my girl. There's no more mercy," I mumbled, clenched my fists as I stood straight, eyes bulging with rage, and stared at my opponent—a damned girl who played Zcyhie's life—right in my shifty little eyes. Michelle managed to stand tall, recomposing herself.
"You...little..." She took a lurching step forward with each word. On the third, she swung, "Punk!"
The blow felt too sluggish. I knew the second she launched it. I targeted her abdomen, punched it, but Michelle ducked under. Before I could even register the dodge, however, another body shot, this one to my ribs, sent fresh ripples of pain through my torso. I did not fall—I made sure I did not fall—but it was a lot closer than I have liked.
"Even if I die here, he will avenge me!" she said, beads of sweat dropped from her temple as well as the blood from her stomach.
"Then, I wouldn't let him," I uttered in between my panting's. I recomposed myself once again, clenching my jaw and fists.
