The First Wielder

Chapter twenty-two: We Meet Again (Part 2)

TWENTY-TWO

"This is quite a reunion, don't you think?" He said. "Did you miss me?"

Abigail gripped her pocket knife tighter, her palms beginning to sweat.

Revan Black looked exactly like his father. Brown hair, black eyes, sharp nose, thin lips, and a tall and lean posture. The dim light from the room gave him a more eerie and uncomfortable vibe. He had a stare that made Abigail and Five look like his dependant coworkers and a smile that hid malice.

He's different from the cousin Abigail knew a few years back, and that she admits.

Gone the innocence of childhood.

Now that you mention it, the girl never saw him during the funeral.

 
The same smile was plastered on Revan's face as he walked over to his desk. Five and Abigail followed his every move, their forms tense.

"It's over, Revan Black," Five spoke. "The Society lost. So I suggest you surrender peacefully to us."

"And let you kill me?" Revan replied as he placed a hand over his bowler hat. "That's not a nice deal."

"A lifetime in jail doesn't suit you, but a bullet through the head will."

"But I've spent so much just to be where I am. I don't think I can die in peace like this."

Abigail took a step forward. "I have a feeling you can never find peace, Revan."

The man chuckled fixing the coat he was wearing. "I beg to differ."

He spun, a 9mm pistol on his right hand aimed at them. Shots fired and Five and Abigail disappeared. Five appeared beside Revan to land a punch but disappeared when the gun was pointed at him. Another loud bang was heard and Abigail threw a flower pot at the adult. Revan turned, aiming for the incoming clay. Five appeared behind him, Abigail's pocket knife at hand and ready to stab him--

All of a sudden, Revan was facing him with another pistol on his left hand.

"Shit!" Five pulled back and disappeared before a bullet grazed through his skull.

The man turned and Abigail dove down the table. She winced at the sound of multiple shots on the table. She heard the clay pot shattering, its sharp noise echoing in her head. The girl looked over to the side, finding Five beside a shelf.

Revan cackled, spinning around and shooting everywhere like a madman. When he stopped to reload, Five appeared in front of Revan with a pocket knife raised. Abigail stood up from her hiding spot, ready to intercept--

A bullet zoomed passed her, nearly hitting her eye.

"What?" Was the only that escaped her lips as she ducked back down to escape the new incoming bullets.

Five clicked his tongue, spatial jumping left and right to avoid Revan's shots. The glass windows around them shattered the more Revan shot, letting the night air fill the room.

Quietly, Abigail raised her hand and patted the top of the table until her hand landed on a book. She snatched it off the table as she brought out her penknife. Abigail stood up and threw the book at her cousin.

Revan was hit in the head, prompting him to turn. He raised his gun but cursed when he was out of ammo. He stumbled back when Abigail came at him swinging her blade. He quickly released his empty magazines, flipping the ends of his coat, and placing new ones.

But as he raised his guns, the girl was out of sight. She appeared behind him and wrapped the strap of her sling bag around his neck. She pulled his head back and Revan coughed.