She did not have time to scream as she tried her best to redirect the weapon. She forcibly lifted her pierced hand, which in turn forced the weapon to enter into the side of her face. Anderson and Xavier both fell to the ground with Anderson on top of Xavier. Seeing his attack fail, Anderson did not have time to think about anything else. He quickly pulled out the shiv in one hard yank, tearing a large chunk of Xavier’s face off. He brought down the shiv once more towards her throat but felt a hard grip on his wrist.
No matter how hard Anderson tried to bring his wrist down it would not move. He felt a hard pull off Xavier. He did not have to look back to know what had happened. He had missed his opportunity. Anderson tried hard to struggle but all he got was punch to him mid-section. Anderson buckled to the floor as feet and fists rained down on him. Although he was in pain, as the two large men rained down heavy punches on him with an expression of panic instead of th
Anderson watched with furrowed brows as their shaking intensified. Their eyes rolled to the back of their heads with blood oozing from their eyes, mouth, nose and ears. The two men could neither die nor make it end. They had long since lost their voice from all the shouting. The messed-up part was, Xavier stood there watching the whole thing with a smile, not once moving an inch.After what probably felt like months, if not years of torture to the two men, they finally stopped moving. Xavier shook her head in disappointment. “And after I gave you this opportunity. Ungrateful.” She looked angry at the corpses before she walked over to Anderson. He did nothing but stare at her. He did not even know what to feel at that moment. He only lay on the table staring at her without any expression.He no longer knew what to do. He had been strapped in, and no matter ho much he tried, he could not break free. Anderson watched as Xavier walked to him with a savage smile
Anderson watched with furrowed brows as their shaking intensified. Their eyes rolled to the back of their heads with blood oozing from their eyes, mouth, nose and ears. The two men could neither die nor make it end. They had long since lost their voice from all the shouting. The messed-up part was, Xavier stood there watching the whole thing with a smile, not once moving an inch.After what probably felt like months, if not years of torture to the two men, they finally stopped moving. Xavier shook her head in disappointment. “And after I gave you this opportunity. Ungrateful.” She looked angry at the corpses before she walked over to Anderson. He did nothing but stare at her. He did not even know what to feel at that moment. He only lay on the table staring at her without any expression.He no longer knew what to do. He had been strapped in, and no matter ho much he tried, he could not break free. Anderson watched as Xavier walked to him with a savage smile
Anderson’s eyes turned dim. His face became pale. Then again, it could be the blood being drained from him. Xavier turned back to Anderson and saw his expression. She looked to enjoy his look and was content with his state of mind. She walked out of the door, leaving Sett alone with Anderson. Sett pulled out a knife and walked slowly towards Anderson with his smile. At that point, Anderson no longer had the strength to struggle. He had completely given up.Sett was now standing beside Anderson who was looking him straight in the eyes. Anderson wanted to get angry, but what was the point? He wanted to curse out and struggle, maybe, just maybe by some miracle, the restraints would come undone, and he would be able to fight back. Wishful thinking.Anderson could do nothing but stare, or was it half glare back at Sett? He was determined to stare into the eyes of the person who was about to kill him. Although he had no idea where these people came from, he was hoping
A cough woke him up from his thoughts. The person that was laying a distance away was actually not dead. Anderson wobbly walked over. Although a lot of his blood was taken, it was not to the point of incapacitation and he was slowly feeling better, although he was not exactly sure. When they got to him Sett turned over the person. “Oi old man!” It was old Felix. He was in a terrible state. He looked to have been shot several times in the back and just left for dead. It was more surprising that he had not died yet.He looked like he wanted to say something and just kept staring at Anderson. Unfortunately, that was the last of his strength. Old man Felix fell limp, no longer breathing. Sett looked like he was struggling to hold his tears back. Anderson, on the other hand did not feel anything. Whether it was that he had lost his memory or that he truly did not know him, either way, he did not feel any connection to the old man.“Sett. We need to leave.&
“Darling.” Sett faced Xavier with a crooked smile. “The whole place seemed a mess, and I just didn’t want anyone coming to steal your precious research away.” Sett widened his crooked smile and slowly but confidently walked towards Xavier. “We wouldn’t want to lose our ticket out of here.” He finally got to Xavier as she lowered the gun that had been pointed at Anderson the entire time. Sett seeing that, looked at Xavier passionately and leaned in for a kiss.For some reason Anderson was having a bad feeling about the situation. *Bang* *Bang* As if the world was waiting for his unease, two shots suddenly echoed out. Anderson’s eyes widened at the sudden development. With the help of the wall, he weakly picked himself up. He was not about to stick around to find out who shot whom, although he knew very well what just happened.Sett dropped to the ground with a thud. Xavier wiped the blood Sett had coughed unto her li
There was only about a meter to those white colored double doors. Anderson stared at it with great anticipation. His heart was beating so loud it felt as if his eardrums were about to burst. No matter what, those doors where the only thing that stood between him and freedom.Half a meter.Anderson was now so close. His steps started having a slight speed to them. He was so antsy about it, but he knew he did not need to make his actions seem suspicious. Anderson had realized anything could happen with where he was. That meant his plans needed to be executed with haste. He looked slightly behind him and calculated the distance between him and the Doctor Xavier.Ten steps.The moment he was in those doors, he would knock it into her. If even by some miraculous chance the doctor jumped back in time, he would quickly run into the operating room and arm himself. Anderson remembered there being a drill in the room. He could use that. If he could exhaust her bull
The situation however, had changed. Xavier had been in pain the entire time. For the first time in her dry and dull everyday life which was her work, she finally found someone she liked. He was a boorish man without any class or tact, yet she did not know why such a man had been able to catch her fancy. As much as she tried to tell herself it was only for the sex she could no longer deny that she fell for the boorish man.Xavier at some point had come to trust the man to the point of even showing him things she should not have. Admittedly, it was completely out of character for her. She became worried about jeopardizing her work, yet it looked like she did not need to worry. What she was most worried about did not occur. Sett actually helped her more than she could imagine.So, imagine her hurt when she saw the person she trusted and loved trying to escape with her life’s work. The betrayal she was feeling was too much for her to handle. Xavier at that moment had
It was a simple rundown apartment. It had a kitchen and living room in the same place. One barely working toilet and shower in another room and finally one room by the side it. The couch in the living room was a red three seat couch that had holes in them. The red fabric had faded with patches here and there while at the same time, littered with unidentifiable dried stains. An old television stood in front of the old couch which was off.In the corner of the small apartment was a slightly malnourished boy of about ten years on his knees on the cold hard floor while facing the corner wall. His body was shaking from time to time, not knowing if it was because of the cold room and floor, or that he had been on his knees for hours. He had various scars of varying sized across his back and hands. He only had on a pair of shorts and socks with nothing to cover his skinny top.Even though the young boy had been by himself for so many hours, he did not dare to leave his kneeli