Gone

"Axe, watch out. Akh!"

I shouted followed by a pain that gripped my stomach. I watched for a moment as Axe managed to dodge Gorson's bullets by using one of his opponents as a shield. Gorson was wrong if he thought Axe became weak when the man's weakness was hurt by him. On the contrary, it was that weakness that made Axe this tough. All of Gorson's masked troops were cut down by him. Only Gorson was left lying weak with a battered state by Axe and the haughty woman who had left this place when the chaos occurred.

Axe limped over to me. Occasionally Axe's body seemed to stagger while holding his stomach. "It's alright. You'll be fine," he said weakly as he untied my hands and feet.

"I can do it myself," I said as Axe prepared to lift my body. He was already badly injured. There was no way I was letting him hold my weight anymore.

But the moment I set foot on the floor. I felt a violent contraction in my stomach. Something seemed to flow from underneath my body. I looked down at my fe