Chapter - 24
Lucius stood over the driver, his face calm and eyes ice cold, "You picked the wrong guy."
Lucius grabbed a wooden stool and…
CRASH!
Lucius smashed it over the driver's back.
"AAARGHH!" the man roared in pain, falling on the ground.
But the driver wasn't done. He quickly grabbed one of the broken stool legs and swung it at Lucius.
WHOOSH!
Lucius moved back and the wood missed Lucius's head by inches.
But before he could breathe, the driver swung again…
THWACK!
This time the driver hit Lucius right in the ribs.
"UGGGH!" Lucius grunted. He was all better, but his body was still not at his 100 percent. And because of the hit, pain shot in his chest.
And the driver was quick to grab the chance. He swung a hard fist into Lucius's jaw and sent him crashing to the cold floor.
Lucius groaned, tasting blood and dust in his mouth.
The driver let out a beastly roar as if he was high on adrenaline and almost jumped at Lucius.
But Lucius was ready this time. He rolled to the side just in time, grabbed a fallen knife, and slashed it towards the driver, slicing deep into his arm.
"AAAAAHHHH!" the driver screamed, clutching the bleeding wound.
"Not so fun now, is it?" Lucius smirked as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Give up boy. I would have ended it fast," The driver grabbed a metal pipe, "But now I am going to take my time with you."
"Motherfucker…" the driver spat blood and grinned through broken teeth, "You think you are getting out of here alive?"
Lucius wiped his mouth and smirked, "One of us is. And that's not you."
The driver lunged at him, swinging the metal pipe straight at his face, but Lucius was faster. He grabbed the bastard's wrist and twisted it hard… CRACK!
Then Lucius grabbed him by the neck from behind and with a savage roar slammed his head into the wall.
THUD!
The driver's body went limp. He dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks, winching in pain.
As he watched the driver down on the floor, Lucius's gaze fell on the syringe the driver had with him. He bent down and picked it up. And then without a word, he jammed it straight into the driver's neck and pressed the plunger.
"No!" His eyes went wide with fear.
"How does it feel?" Lucius muttered. "Not so fun now, huh?"
The driver looked at him with eyes wide open in anger.
But Lucius just smirked looking at his face. He crouched beside him, grabbing a fistful of his greasy hair. He slammed the man's head once… He slammed it hard against the floor.
Thud!
"That's for drugging me."
And he slammed it again.
Thud!
"And that for thinking you could break me."
Soon blood began to pool around the driver's head. He whimpered in pain, barely able to move. Lucius stood above his head, looking at the half-dead man. After so many days of restlessness, he somehow felt a sense of peace inside of him.
"I need to get the fuck out of here," he muttered to himself as he looked around.
"My phone," He quickly searched his pockets, "Where is my phone?"
"Fuck you pervert, did you throw it away?" Lucius looked at the driver, angrily kicking him in the stomach.
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Meanwhile, miles away…
Iris sat on the edge of her couch, her gaze fixated on the phone in her hand.
Her foot tapped anxiously against the floor as the sound echoed through the quiet room. Her chest was tight with the growing sense of panic.
She has already called Lucius 5 times. And each time, it went straight to his voicemail.
"Why the hell are you… Sniff! Not picking up?" she muttered to herself as frown deepened on her forehead.
She glanced at the wall clock again and he was late. Way too late. Where was he? With some other girl?
"Cough! Goddammit!" she snapped, throwing the phone to the side.
"That guy can't let me have a single… Sniff! A single moment of peace… Sniff!" She stood up, pacing across the room, "Fuck is that guy still angry about that… Sniff! Stupid fight… Sniff! Sniff! ?"
"Or maybe his phone's dead," she sighed, "Or maybe he is just being stubborn as usual."
It was all about maybe this and maybe that. But deep down her possibilities were not this simple. There was also another possibility. The possibility she was hoping not to come true. He could be drowning again in some lake or dumpster.
In one corner of her heart, she wanted to use her resources. If she did, it would take her minutes to find him.
But if she did, it might come out as if she cared for him, and her grandmother might become interested.
"Ahhh! You asshole, at least send a message," she whispered.
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Back in the abandoned house,
Leaving the old driver on the floor, he walked to the table and grabbed a sharp knife… just in case.
And then he moved to the front door. But it was a big metallic door and it was bolted shut with a rusted metal bar.
Lucius kicked it, but it was too heavy for him to do anything without the key.
"Of course," he muttered.
Then Lucius spotted a small window beside the door which was half-covered by old cloth.
He moved quickly and pulled down the cloth. He then picked up another stool and tossed it at the glass.
Crash!
The stool hit the window and the glass shattered.
Cold air rushed in.
But it was a dead end as well. The window was closed by another set of metallic rods. And despite the worn out appearance of the house, the metallic rod cage on the window l was new and strong.
'What the hell is this pervert trying to make here?' Lucius looked at the old driver from the corner of his eyes. Did Lucius just got unlucky and become a target for some serial killer? Or was he the target itself?"
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Back in the abandoned house,
Leaving the old driver on the floor, he walked to the table and grabbed a sharp knife… just in case.
And then he moved to the front door. But it was a big metallic door and it was bolted shut with a rusted metal bar.
Lucius kicked it, but it was too heavy for him to do anything without the key.
"Of course," he muttered.
Then Lucius spotted a small window beside the door which was half-covered by old cloth.
He moved quickly and pulled down the cloth. He then picked up another stool and tossed it at the glass.
Crash!
The stool hit the window and the glass shattered.
Cold air rushed in.
But it was a dead end as well. The window was closed by another set of metallic rods. And despite the worn out appearance of the house, the metallic rod cage on the window l was new and strong.
'What the hell is this pervert trying to make here?' Lucius looked at the old driver from the corner of his eyes. Did Lucius just got unlucky and become a target for some serial killer? Or was he the target itself?
While he was thinking that, Lucius's gaze fell onto a metal shutter at the far end of the room. Without wasting a second, he rushed over and yanked it open. It creaked loudly, dust falling from the edges.
And from behind the shutter a narrow staircase appeared.
"Maybe this is the way out…" he muttered under his breath, but even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. This was no way his way out.
Suddenly, a low groan echoed behind him. He spun around and the old driver, covered all over in blood, had already stood up again.
His face was twisted in rage and he looked like a man who had completely lost it.
"I won't let you leave!" he spoke in a cracking voice, "You are going to be my masterpiece!"
Lucius took a step back, his face scrunching in disgust, "What the hell is wrong with you freak? Have you finally completely gone wrong in the head? Fucking insane."
So Lucius didn't wait for more madness.
He turned and sprinted down the stairs, two steps at a time.
Behind him, the driver stumbled after him, dragging a heavy hammer across the floor—
CLANG… CLANG… CLANG
Lucius didn't look back. In no time after the stairs, he was in a narrow hallway. He tried opening each and every door there. But all of them were locked.
"Ahhh… Come on! Is my luck that bad?" he yelled in frustration.
And then he was at the last door. And unlike others, this one was slightly open. A faint yellow light spilled through the gap.
"My Room," the dusty sign above it read.
Lucius frowned, "My Room? Is this that freak's room?"
But before he could think more, the old driver growled from behind me.
"Stop running, you brat! Just stay there and accept your fate!" in his deep voice, the driver spoke. He almost sounded inhuman.
"He is completely gone… I can't stay out here," Lucius muttered, and without hesitation, he grabbed the door handle and shoved it open.
But just as he stepped inside, he froze.
His breath hitched, and his jaws dropped in shock.
"What the fuck?"
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