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I sigh as I hung up. It looks like I wouldn’t die at the hands of Luca today. I grabbed some fun-dip when I heard someone walking up to me. I turn around in reflex to find a young blond man, smiling and staring at me with cold blue eyes. He nodded his head before walking past me. I nodded back. I had no idea who he was, and thought about him while grabbing some honey brown lager. I payed for my groceries and left the market. I felt a surge of pain and then…

[Mitis was knocked unconscious]

[...]

I woke.

When I could feel myself again, I realised I was tied to a chair. I struggled to move… But nothing happened. I heard the all too familiar flick of a flip knife.

“Do you know who we are?” Said a man behind me.

“We are the people you robbed yesterday. You see, while you did an excellent job at avoiding our video cameras, we have hidden ones in plants and walls.”

I struggled some more against the ropes, weakly.

… But nothing happened

“You took our drugs. The five of us, we pooled in twenty thousand dollars each to buy that amount. And it was taken under our noses while we slept. Of course we would find you.”

I felt the cold press of metal against the back of my neck.

“Reach for your pistol. Do it, and your life will end, here and now.”

My mouth was wet.

…

Blood…?

“HEY, JACKASS!” yelled another voice from in front of me

A man rushed at me from behind the shadow and jumped up in the air.

He.. jumped up…?

He… Had a foot… in the air?

Is he…

…

HE’S TRYING TO KICK ME!

Out of instinct, I flung my body to the side of the chair. I heard the kicking man yell as he flew past me, before his yell died suddenly. Soon, multiple voices were yelling.

“Kill that fuck!” My torturer yelled as I used my legs to kick the chair. I kicked it a bit too hard and twisted both my arms completely, chair now in front of me.

… FUCKING HELL THAT HURTS

The blond man ran at me with his knife high in the air, I prepared myself as he slashed- he threw a downward swipe, so I jumped back and raised an arm up.

OW. MY. FUCKING. ARM.

I felt the knife slash at something.

...

I laughed.

...

This idiot cut my ropes.

I wound my arms around again and slammed my fists into the idiots skull. He still had his knife down from his attack. His eyes stayed open even after I hit, but i saw that they were smashed. He fell back, his head clunking against the concrete floor. I picked up the knife and tried to reach my pistol.

It wasn’t there.

A bullet whizzed by my eyes. I dove towards the blond man and put his body up as a shield.

I tried to yell that the blond man was still alive, but my throat was too dry. I ended up gagging at the lack of moisture in my throat.

More bullets came flying.

As a liquid began covering me, I tried to find where my assailant was. I couldn’t see him. All around me was darkness. He was probably using a flash muzzler and a pillow so I couldn’t see. I tried my best to pinpoint the sound before I realised someone… was behind me?

I felt the cold steel slice my back before the searing pain hit me. I rolled forward, leaving the body behind. I was lying on my stomach, badly wounded. I could tell my back was cut wide open. I heard the gunman walking towards me. The knifer called out,

“I think I got him.”

“About fucking time,” The gunman said as he walked past me. “We didn’t get to ask him where our coke was.”

“Screw that, he killed Tom. Huh. Maybe he’s still alive. Hey you fuck. Wake up.”

…

“I SAID WAKE UP!”

I heard a faint groan as the sound of flesh peeled away from the concrete.

I realised what was happening and held onto the knife, pushing myself up quietly. Every movement hurted like hell… But if I wanted to live, I needed to endure it just a little longer.

“Huh…?” Said the gunman. “Jared, I think that’s Ray…”

I lunged towards the voice and felt the leathery texture of a hand wrapped around something stiff.

…

Perfect.

I fired the gun with the gunman’s own finger, shooting the knifer in the foot, before I sliced the gunman’s throat. With the brief flash of light, I located the knifer and stabbed downwards at him. I felt my knife hit something hard before sinking in. All of the yelling and chaos stopped suddenly.

Was… it over?

I dropped the knife and stumbled towards a beam of light along the ground. I pushed above it and realised it was a door. The door opened to a lobby of a hotel. I turned around and realised it was a conference room.

I looked down and found my hoodie and groceries outside. I picked them up and walked towards the door.

“Excuse me sir.” said a man, patiently. I turned around, too lost to prepare myself. The man was dressed in a black suit, with a white shirt. He had four men in hazmat suits, holding buckets, vacuums and empty garbage bags. He held my H&K pistol towards me, handle first, in one hand, and my magazines in the other.

“These are yours, I believe.” He said with curious eyes that were scanning my face in full detail.

I stared at him before he continued.

“I own this hotel. Things like this happen quite often, I’m afraid. I’m glad you took care of those kids, though. They’ve been quite… Rude to us.”

He stretched his arms a bit further towards me. I took the hint. I took my pistol, magazines and tucked them back into my holster before re-concealing them with my hoodie before walking away. As I walked through the door, I heard the door to the conference room opening, and footsteps shuffling into it.

…

'The beer’s warm…' I thought to myself as I walked home.

…

I walked for a seemingly long time before I recognised the neighbourhood. I heard the usual sounds from a party before I saw the house. I opened the door and held up the groceries weakly.

"G-got the snackss..." I said weakly, before collapsing.

...

I woke up later that night. The first thing I noticed was that I was absolutely parched. I grabbed a conveniently placed glass of clear liquid and chugged it. After I finished the drink, I realised my back had been bandaged up and my weapons were on the table in front of me. Next to my gun was another pistol- a Mauser M172.

‘Huh…’ I thought to myself.

‘Maybe I’m in good hands after all…’

…