Page 73 of Make Me Hunt
The other is bald, a little shorter, but still significantly taller than me. The same maleficent, disturbing look, matching in his eyes as well, and a blade in his hand.
I’m their mark, and I know it. I can see them look at me, considering I’m some vulnerable prey.
I let the tip of my sword slide on the floor, the sharp screech heightening my senses.
Just one of us will walk out of this room alive. And it’s going to be me.
twenty-seven
-Brynn-
Both of the men standing in front of me smirk like idiots, like that could ever intimidate me. Well, it does a little, but I don’t let it show. Instead, I drag my sword on the floor again, taunting them to come at me.
And they do. Both of them come charging. And I start running straight at them.
The one with the axe raises it at me, ready to strike. But he’s massive, and his movements are a lot slower than mine. Using the momentum I gained by running, I leap up and hook around the Viking's neck, spin midair, and kick Baldy in the chest before landing on the Viking's back and slicing my blade across his neck.
Baldy goes flying a few feet back as the massive body collapses beneath me.
He’s gasping, struggling to stay conscious, fighting for every breath as his mouth fills with his own blood.
Baldy stares at me in disbelief, like it never even crossed his mind that I had it in me to fight, let alone bring down someone the size of an angry skyscraper.
I don’t give him time to consider his next move. I probably just killed the man he thought would be his greatest opponent in the end.
He just shuffles from one foot to the other, flashing his knife, making it shine under the flickering light, while my bracelet buzzes again with the money I just earned.
He advances toward me, and I retreat. It’s only a tactic, but it’s working.
I let him take the Viking’s axe. He’s considering that two weapons are better than one. Sure, that makes sense if you know how to use them. In reality, if you don’t have the necessary balance for it, two weapons just get in the way.
I slash at him, but he fends it off with his axe, almost knocking the sword from my hands. Still, my plan’s working, and he swings at me. But as he’s focused on keeping an eyeon my sword, I jump right, brace a foot against the bed, then plunge my sword into his back before he even gets to turn.
Sometimes, speed and technique beat brute strength.
I can’t deny that seeing him drop to the ground boosts my ego. My lungs throb with my frenetic heartbeat, while I do my best to calm myself down. I can’t afford to burn through my energy like this.
The bracelet lights up with another 500K and a total of one point five million.
I check the hallway again, making sure it’s clear, then go up the staircase to level one.
The same scene as on the ground floor lies ahead of me. Bodies scattered on the floor, blood everywhere, a few lights flickering like I’m trapped in some damn horror movie.
So this is what the real version of a horror house feels like on Halloween.
There’s no one in the hallway here either, but I can’t hear any screams coming from the rooms and side corridors that lead to the main one.
I try to decide if I should check the rooms or not. Ares might be the one doing the killing, but then again, there could be more players, and I’m not in the mood for one more ambush.
Another man in white steps out of one of the rooms in the hallway. He looks my way, but there’s no gesture.
Whatever happened in that room, I don’t want to be next. I need to hide before someone else steps out.
I slip into a side corridor and find myself in a smoking area. It’s like a small terrace, nothing but a few tables and chairs.
I’ve got nowhere to hide. I was never brought in here while I was in the sanatorium. Mostly because this spot was staff-only.
I glance over the ledge, considering whether to hang off it, and wait on the outside, see if anyone comes for me. The man in white is still out there, and I know how his gaze gave it away. Whoever was in that room will follow his lead.
