Episode 14

He was aware that people were talking, yet their voices sounded so distant. Opening his eyes to a blurry world, he heard more gunshots. Someone was dragging him to his feet, and a sharp pain shot through his leg. Clueless about the unfolding chaos, he saw smoke billowing powerfully from the car they had been traveling in. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he watched Soel gripping his weapon, more shots ringing in his ears, and felt his body being hauled back into the building.

"I'm going to be killed! They're going to kill me!" he started screaming in a panic.

He barely comprehended his own words, his body ice-cold as though plunged into a freezer set to a thousand degrees below. Trembling, he watched people scrambling in all directions when someone took his hand, and suddenly a calming warmth surged within him.

The source of the warmth was unknown, as was the comfort it brought. He stopped breathing for a few seconds, feeling the heat rise from his wrist to his elbow, to his shoulder, then abruptly everything ceased when he was released.

"They're coming this way! We need to protect him!" Soel shouted as he entered with Camilo and other surviving men.

"Someone stay with him! The rest of us need to handle those guys!"

"I'll stay with him," proclaimed both Soel and Maverick simultaneously, exchanging brief looks.

"We need to get him out the back," declared the redhead, pulling him forward.

"Absolutely not! We must keep him here! Right now, it's the only safe place!"

The redhead ignored him and tugged again.

"Safety is where I am. If you don't have anything better, then don't speak up."

"I told you, I don't trust you," the other retorted, shrugging him off with excessive force.

"I don't give a damn if you trust me. You're not my boss, and you're not the one who pays me. Do you want him to stay here and die, or do you want to get him out and see him alive?"

Soel swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to Bley, who was crying and trembling. He wasn’t focused on anything in particular but was visibly overcome by a panic attack caused by the situation.

Gunfire sounded again, prompting everyone to take cover.

"Let's cover them and give them time, move out!"

With nods of agreement, Maverick kept pushing forward. He maneuvered through hallways, past people hiding from the chaos, and heard the faint sirens of police and ambulances in the distance.

"Where are we going?! We must go back, please!" Bley pleaded between sobs.

The redhead was unmoved by the crying. His steps were unwavering as he pushed on until they confronted another figure. Bley was shoved to the ground, hearing the thuds and clatter of a gun. Looking up, he saw his assailant taking down a man by brutally snapping his neck.

In that moment, Bley knew he was in the presence of the most inhuman person he’d ever met. There was no hesitation in the man, no flinching at shooting someone.

They reached the back door without stopping.

Stepping out into the winter's relentless cold, Bley's legs wobbled like jelly, and he slumped to the ground with a whimper. Swiftly, he was hoisted back up as if he weighed nothing.

"That's not our car."

"In case you forgot, your car just blew up," the other replied, void of humor, stating the obvious.

With his elbow, he shattered the car's windshield. The alarm blared, but it was swiftly silenced, and the car started with the crossing of wires beneath the steering column.

The Omega tried to protest, but Maverick pulled a gun as Bley was yanked aside. He was slow, taking precious seconds to clear Bley's path, and felt the sting of a bullet in his arm. Nevertheless, he squeezed the trigger, his aim true, hitting the assailant squarely in the head.

"Get in now."

"What about the others?"

"Get in!"

Leaping into action, Bley obeyed, buckling his seat belt as Maverick floored the gas, exiting the parking area via an alternate route. Unfazed by those lying in wait, they drove on.

"Duck down," he commanded.

Bley complied, covering his head, keeping his eyes shut tight as the redhead navigated through chaos with unwavering focus.

"I want to go home, please!" Bley sobbed, fearful of dying not from a bullet but from the sheer terror consuming him.

He yelled at every turn, and from the corner of his eye, he saw what was approaching on Maverick's side.

"Watch out!"

The warning was futile; the oncoming car didn't stop, and they collided with violent force. His body shook brutally, his head struck hard, and darkness enveloped him after another jarring impact.

Unconsciousness claimed Bley, but Maverick was unyielding, grabbing a weapon and opening fire without hesitation. Nothing stopped him.

Each bullet found its mark, disregarding any pain or injury. Though bodyguards typically wore bulletproof vests, arms and other body parts were exposed. One of the attackers approached, weapon in hand, smirking.

"We want the same thing! Why not team up?"

"Not interested in partners. Anything else, or can I kill you now?"

"You won't kill me," the man boasted, as if he knew his adversary well enough to predict his every decision and thought. "I know you, and I know your weakness…"

His laughter filled the air as he leaned in, invoking a name with a haunting chant.

"Ilay."

"They are looking for you from home. They say that twins, even if they separate, will always be united, is it true? Do you think he would feel like I killed you? That makes me quite curious," he whispered more to himself than to the person in front of him.

The redhead swallowed hard and formed fists, but he was not able to move because his head was starting to have problems and he staggered for a few seconds before falling to the ground on his knees.

"It is dangerous when they know your weaknesses and even more so when it is a weakness as powerful as the family, so, it is better that you give a message to your boss: to leave the way clear for me or, otherwise, a serious dispute will form. slaughter, Ilay," he said in a sing-song voice full of mockery. "Ilay. Ilay. Ilay. Ilay. Ilay."

"Be quiet!!" he shouted, but when he looked ahead, there was no one.

His body trembled and his chest rose and fell hard.

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say and he wasn't able to stand up. He felt the wounds on his body and closed his eyes intensely, trying to maintain control and trying to get someone, incapable of handling the problem, to come out and complicate everything.

He moved slowly to the other side and pulled out Bley, seeing him unconscious.

They didn't have the car and had no way to contact the other bodyguards. He was totally cut off and began to walk down the street slowly, clumsily, feeling like he was an empty body. He wasn't feeling well enough for anyone else to go see him. He needed to pull himself together and be able to find a point of calm once again or everything could end in a complete disaster.

When he arrived at a place, he asked for a room and only went in to leave Bley in bed and go out to buy things and treat his wounds. It wasn't the first time he had healed one of his wounds or the first time he had removed a bullet, so he did everything without any major problems.

Then, he approached the Omega seeing that he had blood near his head. He verified, noting that it was nothing serious, but he took care of cleaning his face and, when he touched his hair, he noticed the fact that it was the softest hair he had ever touched in his entire life. I watch him carefully, seeing his soft skin and feeling it cold. He rarely felt cold. He was always very hot, so he kept only his shirt and covered him with his jacket, apart from the sheets and the bedspread.

He saw him too small and defenseless and he only thought that, when he had to kill him, it wouldn't take him two minutes.

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