“I know you’re there. Come out now or the Professor will be the first to die,” the hitman said. Martin heard papers rustle. “He’s already given me what I wanted.”
Martin stood and moved into the hitman’s vision, but his eyes lingered on Kevin for a moment longer before switching. In the hitman’s left hand he had three thin, but large daggers raised in a fan. He lowered them somewhat when Martin came into the open without a weapon; his gun was still in its holster.
“How kind of you to join us,” the man smiled. Unlike the last time when he fired a Bazooka, he wasn’t wearing a hood; he looked nothing like Martin expected.
He was moderately attractive with his cold blue eyes and dark, black hair that was shaved tight against his skull. The lighting in the room made his face look like two different people; pale asAntonio was on the floor, and a bit darker,he was tanned. It didn’t really matter which was his true color.
“What’s your interest in Kevin?” Martin asked. The question seemed to catch the man off guard, but he answered regardless.
“Surely by now you must know that there’s something different about the man,” he began. Martin saw Kevin move behind him, pulling himself up from the ground and move toward the hitman. “My employers have been interested in retrieving a man with such qualities for some time now, but your Kevin has been the first to surface outside of highly protective facilities. My interest in him, however, only goes as deep as a successful corpse.”
“What is it that makes him any different?” he asked. The man seemed annoyed.
“That information isn’t something I’m required to-“ he was interrupted by Kevin slamming into him, knocking him to the ground. But in the same motion that pushed him over, the hitman struck back at Kevin, stabbing into him and slicing his chest open with the daggers. Kevin collapsed on top of him, his body twitching in agony.
The second Kevin moved against the hitman, Martin pulled out his weapon and shot him in the head as he fell. He heard Anita’s terrified shriek, but he couldn’t tend to her yet. His eyes caught sight of the papers that the hitman dropped to the floor, and rushed to retrieve them before they got too bloodied.
Despite his orders, Anita rushed into the room once the hitman had been felled. She first checked on Antonio, who she quickly found to have died from the torture. He didn’t look dead though, she started to free him from the knives. Weeping heavily to herself, she hoped that someone had heard the gunshot and called the police already.
Martin was already pulling Kevin to his feet, but the man seemed to have no strength left from his newest wounds. From their location, Martin was afraid that at least one of the long blades could have pierced his heart. He didn’t have much time left, but he couldn’t leave him to be found by anyone else.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)
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