Dating The Killer

Chapter 18

The action scenes that would happen in movies never seemed to faze me. I always thought they were overrated. It was an opinion that had completely changed into a real-life documentary. Action scenes were the parts in which the villain was out to get the hero by multiple fatal tactics that had the people gasping with wide terrified eyes. For me, it didn't make any sense until now.



Levy struggled against the chair as Mr. Denis held me tightly with my back against his chest as he provoked Levy by placing sloppy kisses on my neck. Levy let out an animal-like growl as his eyes glared heavily at Mr. Denis like a predator to its prey. I cried out in disgust when his hands roamed all over my body like a snake slithering over me.

Moments before, we tried to stand in defence to attack them next but they only stepped forward as another man unexpectedly caught me from behind and wrapped an anaesthesia cloth on my mouth, making me close my eyes instantly.

The twisted, psycho man intended to turn Levy into an insane killing machine as he took his time with his sleazy hands. I tried to get away from his hold but cried out more when the acidic straps around my wrists burned me. I remembered when Levy told me that most gangs used these acidic straps when they wanted to extremely taunt the victims so they could see their inner demons.

This time, it was Levy who released his inner demons as his eyes flashed dangerously at Mr. Denis, it was the first time I saw him unleash his greatest anger as the ropes completely snapped as Levy took another form of a beast when other gang men came to attack him but in result, they died after one another in a full pile as Levy continued to beat their necks, making their veins unstable with a harsh kick on their faces like we were manufacturing dead bodies one at a time.

Worry was etched on Mr. Clay for the first time in his entire life. I had never seen him so troubled as he watched his son turn into a frenzied psi-hound, killing what he saw by his bare hands in a closed dungeon.

Mr. Clarence seemed to like the entertaining show as he watched Levy's transformation. Mr. Denis was slightly dazed and I could tell by the way his hold softened so I turned around and bashed my head onto Mr. Denis, making him slightly go backward.

My head throbbed from the impact but I had to help Levy with tied hands and I had to deal with Mr. Clarence until Mr. Denis was back on his feet. Distraught and nervous were my two best friends, I couldn't help but get terrified at the other brother approaching me as I quickly tried to kick the ropes off of Mr. Clay but it was too late to do so when there was a bug called Mr. Clarence that almost reached me.

I closed my eyes tightly, expecting Mr. Clarence to attack but I opened my eyes to see Levy untying his dad and a beaten-up Mr. Clarence, Mr. Denis joined his brother as they laid on the floor with closed eyes.

My acidic straps were hard to get rid of and I was horrified at the thought of other gangs using these on innocent girls like me.

Levy tried to get them off but to no avail, I kept wincing at the burnt bruise when the wrist-strap touched it. He cursed under his breath because he was running out of patience, Mr. Clay steadily walked to his son and pushed him away gently as he saw the strap, he took out the discharge small device from his pocket and pressed the button. It worked as the strap tumbled to the ground. I thanked Mr. Clay and he nodded in response.

I hugged Levy lovingly as his arms went around my waist. "Are you alright, baby?" murmured a stressed Levy, as he took in my face to see that there were no bruises as he pulled away from the hug, then he checked my burned wrist, where the wilted skin flashed a wild pink with slight blood covering it.

"If you listened to me, nothing would have happened to you." He scolded me as he handheld my burnt wrist and I flinched hand he quickly removed his hand from my left wrist as he held my right hand and we went out of the dungeon with anxiety holding our hearts.

We could have used the smoke patches for the brothers' attack but Silvia purposely left them inside the minivan so she could delay us from executing our plan. I knew I sensed something weird about her from the moment she came in with an aggravating smile.

"I know, but it's my choice," I replied, I ruffled my hair slightly as I continued, "besides, it's already too late, I am in the game."

"Your last game." He corrected with narrowed eyes as a silent and thoughtful Mr Clay trudged behind us, "Lia, you don't want to enter in such a cruel world where innocent partners could turn into snakes in one minute and decide to kill you." Mr. Clay spoke as his eyes glinted in seriousness.

I could tell where he was coming from, he always told me that he wanted me to stay his innocent princess, but a part of me felt like this was where I belonged -- no matter where, how or what, I wanted to stay next to him. If there was death in these situations, then I would prefer dying next to him.

He seemed to notice my thoughts, by the way, that I stared into his eyes. "No, Lia, you can't be that. I won't let you." He objected. His knuckles were badly scarred and his face was smudged with specks of blood from the people he killed.

"We will talk about it later. For now, we have two men to kill." I declared as my smile went from serene to dark as it widened.