Edited by: Waning_Crescents
The person was taller
than him and had a quite bulky, yet muscular physique. He wore a black mask
with a green snake on it which covered their whole face. Cal gritted his teeth
and held his knife horizontally in front of him, observing the person’s every
move.
He brought more people?
Shaking Axis off already proved to be problematic, but also having to deal with subordinates or comrades of his meant even more trouble, especially because Cal couldn’t be certain how many people Axis brought along just to catch him.
The person in front him neither spoke, nor moved, just stared through the mask at him. Cal took a step back without taking his eyes off the stranger, while he tried to find a way out of this.
However, he didn’t have much time to think because in the next second, the stranger took a step forward and dashed at him, but Cal dodged the attempt. Even though his mental state and body were in unfavorable condition, the adrenaline and his willpower kept him going.
The person, who still didn’t say a word, rushed at him again without any weapons in hand, just with his bare strength. Cal leaped back, avoiding a hit again and even ducked at the follow-up tornado kick. Right after, he jumped back up and to the side, while he slashed at his opponent.
Blood dripped down from the other’s arm, which he used to block Cal’s attack. However, he neither flinched, nor made any sound.
Cal took this chance and darted away but stopped in his tracks as two more figures with masks appeared, one from the front and one to his left. The one he injured also caught up already and blocked the way behind him, unexpectedly fast on his feet for a man with his build.
A clapping sound echoed from his right and Cal turned his head around where his gaze fell upon Axis, who sauntered towards the circle Cal was trapped in, surrounded by his men. “Not bad, not bad. You have learned some new tricks, haven’t you?”
Cal didn’t reply, but just scanned his surroundings to find any opening to get out of this situation.
“Forget it, you have no means to escape. Come home to where you belong, in your cage.” Axis grinned. “I have looked for so long and finally I found you. I missed you so much, my little brother.”
“Yeah, right. I am not becoming your guinea pig again. Never again!”
“Oh?” Axis let out amused. “I don’t think you have any say in this.”
“You wanna bet?”
Cal lifted his knife, his hand trembled as he did so and pointed it towards his own throat. He had nothing to lose, he basically lost everything in mere minutes. He had no one to worry about either, no one to consider…not anymore anyway. The only thing he had to worry about was to fall into this man’s hands again and live the rest of his life in despair, terror, and pain. Before he would live like that, he’d rather die here and now.
“Let me leave, or I will kill myself. I bet that’s not what you want, right?”
“You don’t have the guts.” Axis looked at him, unimpressed. “Look at your shivering hands.” He laughed out loud.
Cal gritted his teeth as the tip of the knife made contact with his skin. “Let me leave.”
“Do it.” Axis lips curved up, his teeth showing. “I dare you.”
Cal stared silent at the other, sweat dripping down from his chin. Axis wouldn’t let him leave no matter what, this only left him with one choice. He clutched the knife tight with his right hand, ready to finish this as his mind suddenly drifted to one person. The one person he cared so much about, the only person who ever showed kindness towards him, and the one person he wanted to see the most right now.
I’m sorry, Sigal, and thank you.
Cal’s eyes shot wide open and right as he was about to thrust the knife deeper in, his hand got caught.
Shock crossed Cal’s face as he stared at the man he injured, but before he could even react, the man twisted his hand around —so that he lost his weapon— and secured his arm behind his back. Then he pushed Cal down to the ground and pressed down on his head with his other hand, fixing Cal in place.
“What a nice show.” Axis smiled amused. “You really were going through with it, weren’t you?”
“Go to hell.”
***
“The fuck am I doing?” Sigal cursed under his breath, wandering around aimlessly muddle-headed while the image of Cal’s expression and tone of his voice was stuck in his head. His heart pounded fast, it ached. He couldn't believe what he just did, how he reacted towards him. There was not even any proof that he had any connections, any relations to the case, yet what Asher said just pushed him as far as accusing him like that.
The more he thought about it, recounted everything, the less it made sense what Asher said. Cal never instigated anything, he more was a victim to everything that happened, starting from the Lester case. Everything that followed was a means from the criminals to get to him by using Cal.
What if that was their goal? Sigal came to a halt. To stir up suspicion. What if…? Sigal’s eyes widened as it struck him.
“Fuck!” He turned around, rushing to where he left Cal.
“Good evening, Mr. investigator.”
Sigal stopped in his tracks at that, his gaze shifting to his right, where a man with short brown hair and green eyes stood with his back resting against a wall. Sigal’s eyebrows drew together as he recognized him, the man who handed him the note the other day in Shuri Town. “It’s you.”
“That’s right.” The man grinned slightly.
Without any hesitation, Sigal grabbed his gun from beneath his coat and pointed it at the other. “What do you want?”
“I’m here to pick you up.”
“What are you talking about?” Sigal narrowed his eyes.
“Let me show you,” the man said, took a glance at his phone, which he held in his left hand the whole time, and turned the display into Sigal’s direction.
Sigal took a few steps forward while his gun still aimed at the other, taking a closer look at the screen. His expression darkened as he stared at a picture of Cal being restrained and pinned to the ground.
“If you care about his life, you will come with me. If you don’t, then you can shoot me here and now.”
Sigal gritted his teeth but lowered his gun.
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