Apocalypse Fighter

Chapter 25 - Eyes Outside the Window

He is supposed to be an ordinary citizen! I should have been able to arrest him easily. Now he’s got me on the f*****g ropes! How can I kill him when I can’t even see him? 

“Sir, you are pointing your gun at your partner. I’d be careful if I were you. Apologies for not asking you and your partner’s names. Not to worry, neither of you will be leaving here alive anyway.”

Richard moved as fast as a cheetah and a few seconds later, he had everyone under control. Drawing his knife, he took aim at Leslie’s throat and moved forward.  

“Who the hell are you? You’re not normal! What are you gonna do?”

Leslie, still with tears in his eyes from trying to see through the ash, saw a shadow coming closer. He felt like a mouse being played with by a cat. It was awful, but he could do nothing about it.

“I just want your gun. I suggest you stay still if you want me to spare your life.”

Without warning, Richard launched himself at Leslie, jumping up and over the sofa between them with all his power and speed. He knew that if he hesitated for even one second, Leslie would have the chance to shoot.   

Bang!

Leslie fired once before the gun was sent flying out of his grip. 

“Oh my god…” Leslie yelled as he fell to the ground. 

Pain and fear made him unable to say any more. Then, he felt the cool metal of a blade against his skin, before a swift movement left a gaping hole across his throat.  

Still, with a surprised look on his face, Leslie quickly bled out and died.

Shit. My body is not as strong as in my last life. If it were, I would not have been shot.

Richard had been hit in the shoulder, where blood was now oozing out through his shirt. Fortunately, the bullet didn’t hit anything major in his body. 

“Put…put down…the knife. You! Put down the knife!”

The frightening sound came from the corner of the room. Richard turned to find Lora and Edith holding a knife to his wife and son.

“If I were you, I would put down that knife. You don’t wanna end up like this guy do you?”

Richard gestured towards the bloody mess on the floor where Leslie’s body lay.

“You…you… Who the hell are you? I don’t wanna die here, please don’t kill me!”

Seeing Richard walk closer, Edith trembled. She preferred to black out like Kelly than to see all this happen before her. Lora was better than Edith. She knew she had been wrong and regretted making trouble with this beast-like man. He could destroy them anytime he wanted! Now, he was staring at her with a look so terrifying she could barely stand. 

With a clatter, Lora's knife fell to the ground, and a strong smell of urine spread out from between her legs. With just a look, Richard completely destroyed Lora’s will to fight.

When night fell and the street lamps came on, Washington looked even more beautiful than in the daytime. It was an urban jungle filled with energy, ecstasy, and vigour.

Some, however, felt apathetic about the night scene. The Monkey was one of them. He had been staring at a window like a motionless statue for over ten hours. 

A gunshot, knives and the strong smell of blood. The Monkey breathed deeply and remembered the bloody scene in Boston. In that small room, the Monkey had smelt cruelty and death. Now, he smelt the same coming from this villa. 

Five people had entered the villa and not come out, including two policemen. It was easy to guess that something must have happened inside. 

In the darkness, the Monkey watched the window silently, expressionless. Three years ago, he killed 16 members of the county head’s family to avenge the death of his wife and son. Since that day, he never smiled, or really showed any emotion at all. Even when he heard Karl Smith, his old superior, promised that he would get out of prison. 

He’d felt no difference between life and death since the savage rape and murder of his wife and son when he had been away serving in the army. Karl Smith, the Major General of his troop, gave up a chance for a promotion to Lieutenant General in exchange for a chance to get the Monkey out of prison. Then Karl sent him to stay with John Smith, a relative of his. The Monkey still felt himself a man without soul; nothing could move him anymore. He just missed his wife and son.   

That said, he had actually felt something when he saw Richard mercilessly slit the cop’s throat. He never thought this man that John Smith had asked him to follow would be so ruthless.

In the dark, the Monkey slowly approached Richard’s door. Ignoring John’s warning, he wanted to get a closer look.