Soldier of Time

LIII: The Hostage (2)

Steven kept his cool. He smiled as if nothing was wrong. He then replied, “Not as much as it seems. You certainly have more problems.”

Just as he spoke, another blow landed on the man’s face, and it made Steven bite his tongue. A large amount of blood fell from his mouth, staining his blue shirt and vest. If he did not have healing powers, there was a high chance that he already lost consciousness.

The one who did punch him did not hold back the strength after all.

Steven started healing himself immediately. After that, he checked himself and saw his ruined clothes and said, “Girl, you can destroy my face all you want, but this suit is made to measure. Please moderate with it.”

At the end of that sentence, two more punches fell on his face like meteors. The doctor’s head was shaking, making it look like his neck would detach. His powers healed him to perfection, but those were difficult to assimilate.

The doctor stopped smiling and looking at the young woman, and he asked, “Does this please you, dear?”

Karen losing the little calm that she could conjure, took the tie of Steven and began to give blow after blow in the face of the doctor.

Impact after impact, a scream of anger began to sound in her mouth, and after the sixth blow, the young woman stopped screaming.

Steven’s power healed him almost instantly, and seeing how all his wounds seemed to disappear, Karen approached him, and on her vest and shirt, she shook the blood from her hands.

As she cleaned them of Steven’s clothes, the girl asked, “These suits are very good, right?”

The doctor felt a spike of anger but calmed down to say, “We can’t be mature. This suit is worth more than what you charge in months, girl.”

The girl stopped. She sat in front of him and said, “I don’t give a s**t! Where do they hide the Deer?”

The man smiled and looked at Simon, who was staring at him and then at the young woman to answer.

“Finally, a question that I can ignore” The man smiled and saw how the young woman was about to hit him again and continued, “You know. Even if I knew, the Deer must be dead by now.”

The girl didn’t hit him this time. Instead, she pulled her gun out of her holster and pointed it at the doctor’s face, and said, “Then there is no point that you are still alive.”

The doctor’s eyes vibrated for a second. In the girl’s gaze, there was no doubt, this was not an interrogation, it was an execution, and the young woman was going to carry it out with extreme cold blood.

But at that moment, Simon’s hand lowered Karen’s gun.

“It is obvious that he is alive. Hanibal is not so stupid as to kill the guy who can restore his trump card,” Simon said seriously.

The doctor looked at Simon and nodded, agreeing with him.

The mercenary, who also had the gun in his hand, asked, “Well, tell me, where do they have it?”

Steven shook his head. “No.” 

And with that word, a shot rang out. The doctor was exalted by the shot, then he looked at his abdomen and saw how the blood came out of him. The mercenary had shot him in the stomach without hesitation.

The doctor activated his powers, and his wound slowly closed until it was completely healed. The doctor’s breathing was ragged, and the place where he had been shot burned brightly. Steven raised his face to face his captors and what he saw was total satisfaction in their eyes.

After that, he heard more footsteps enter the place. Next to him appeared someone he knew well, a tall young black man with braided hair. When he saw him, he smiled and said, “Those braids look terrible, my friend.”

Troy smiled at those words and said, “You never had a good sense of style, Steven.”

Karen looked at Troy with a mixture of anger and confusion and then turned her gaze back to Steven and asked, “Do you know this assassin, Troy?”

But before Troy could respond, Steven spoke up, “I am not a murderer, and I have not killed anyone.”

Karen walked over to him and said with anger in her voice, “And what about Nicol, you damn miserable? Did she die alone?”

“Yes. That’s right. It was her lifestyle that killed her. I only activated the consequences of that life. I don’t kill anyone, and I only open wounds that are already there,” Steven replied with a helpless smile.

Those words made Karen explode. Tears began to flow from her eyes as her teeth gnashed with anger.

Suddenly the young woman could not bear it anymore and began to beat Steven savagely, the chair vibrating despite being bolted to the floor by the violence of the young woman’s attack, and it was Trixie who had to stop her by hugging her from behind and lifting her away from the prisoner.

With the violence of the attack, healing from it took a little longer, but after a few minutes, he succeeded. He looked around him and took a deep breath.

Trixie was holding Karen, who was trying hard to break away from her grip to attack Steven, but it was Troy who spoke firmly.

“Stop it!”

Karen stopped her movement and watched Troy as he said, “Calm down, Karen. I know you’re angry, but we have something to do.”

Troy took the chair in front of Steven and sitting up with difficulty because of the injuries that Hanibal had caused him, and he said reprimanding, “Stop teasing her. She will kill you.”

Steven watched Troy’s bandaged foot and his awkward movement and asked, “Do you want me to heal you?”

Troy looked at his foot and said, “If you were so kind.”

And with those words, the prisoner opened his hand, and Troy touched it for seconds later to feel relief from the pain that his wound caused him.

Troy got up and jumped to his injured feet to confirm his full recovery and said, “That’s very good. Thank you.”

But at that moment, he heard Karen’s scream of anger. Troy turned to look at her, and she was staring at him with such anger that she seemed to want to attack him. Troy stood up, ordered Trixie to let go of the girl, and told her.

“Do you want to behave like a professional, as an adult? You must control your emotions if you want to collaborate. Suppose you can’t do that. Then back off.”

The young woman glared at the man and replied, “I’m the only one with authority here.”

 “Your rank does not give you immunity to the law, Lieutenant, and I inform you that you are addressing a Captain. So watch your tone.”

The young woman looked at Troy without changing her expression, and for some reason, she turned to Trixie, who, seeing her with a questioning look, nodded. The young woman fixed her gaze on Troy again and heard how Steven said from his chair.

“Captain Troy Johnson. Hero of the third infantry regiment of the king’s guard” The doctor inclined his head to look at the girl and said, “That beautiful work of yours dear, that position that you are so proud of, was going to be his.”

The girl looked at Troy once more and clenched her hands tightly under her face, and took a deep breath. Troy turned and sat back in the chair to see Steven smiling at him.

The protector looked at him for a second and said, “First things first.”

When he said that, he turned and looked at Trixie, making a sign, “You must heal our wounded.

Steven smiled as Trixie left the room and returned seconds later with two wheelchairs. In one was Johan, who had been severely injured by Hanibal, and in the other Jerome, whose injuries were severe and blunt.

Troy watched Steven for a second, and the doctor nodded. Jerome walked over and, placing his hand on the doctor’s, and he healed him instantly.

The young man of the Mohican got up, moved his arms, and turning to the prisoner, and he said, “Thanks….”

After that, Trixie helped Johan to get up and touch Steven, he looked at him sarcastically, but before doing anything, a pistol was pressed against his head. Simon pointed his gun at the doctor.

Troy looked at Simon, and he said, “You can trust him all you want. I do not.”

And with those words, Johan touched the doctor’s hand. After a few seconds, his wounds were healed.

The beast-man checked his side and, smiling, said, “You’re on the wrong side, old man.”

After those words, the prisoner looked at Karen and looked at the bandage on her head, and asked, “Do you want to heal that?”