With the dagger firmly entrenched in his left shoulder Lance was almost paralysed, his heart stopped pumping blood and began pumping fear into every vital organ in his body and within in an instance his face began to turn pale. The cloaks of the hooded figures rustled against the carpet, they moved slowly but had a certain element of pride in their struts, and they moved as graceful as swans but were burdened with a malevolent task. The three of them stood directly above Lance, towering above him they watched him squirm for his life (so it appeared) and watching him suffer like this brought them as much joy as child on their birthday. Lance knew he had them were he wanted them, the chair which had sat upon was merely a couple of feet away, could do it again jus like last time, could he escape. The ghastly figures formed an arc like figure around Lance and they each drew a firearm, this was Lances chance to strike. He dislodged the steel blade from his body and it shimmered in the fire light, just like the chandelier above him, he threw the blade into the chandelier slightly dislodging it from it place. The cloaked men stuttered and this was enough time for Lance to bound to his feet and galloped to chair, as he approached he pounced like a puma over it, seized the rifle and clambered to his feet all in one move. By the time the cloaked figures realised what had happened Lance was standing, the rifle clamped tightly in his fists feeling conceited and constructive, the figures stood both astounded and perplexed. They began asking questions in their minds, how did that happen? Wasn’t he dieing? Why are we still standing doing nothing?
It was now time for the second and final phase of Lance’s scheme and this was the bit where he would escape.
“Seize him you ingrates” was the voice of one of the cloaked figures.
On that note the other two charged at Lance as though they were a stampede, Lance crouched behind the chair, which was now on its side, and used it as a temporary shelter. The two men opened fire relentlessly and the room was filled with a barrage of bullets, crockery was annihilated, fissures had begun to appear in furniture and within a split of second priceless heirlooms had become worthless fragments.
“Where is he?” hollered one of the figures and you could tell by the tone of his voice how low his I.Q was, Lance decided he was going to target this one first (for now).
“He’s still alive” said one of them, “I can smell his repugnant guts.”
“No one could have survived that,” claimed the other “not even you boss.”
“You dare challenge my authority, Naberius?” one of them retorted, although he knew it was true he felt it was his place to make a remark.
“C’mon Lucifer lets make sure he’s dead this time,” Naberius snarled, he held his gun in position, “There’s no way he’s going to escape yet again.”
Both Lucifer and Naberius approached the chair steadily, Lance felt the vibrations of their foot steps and he knew they were only a meter or so away. He pictured the scene in his mind, he could feel the magnitude of Lucifer and the gallant steps of Naberius, and they were like bass and treble. Lance knew that Lucifer might pose as a threat due to his colossal size however judging by how quick Naberius seemed to be moving, Lance knew both of them were as troublesome as the other.
“Show yourself you coward!” cried the final figure who had not yet revealed his identity,” you can’t conceal yourself from my eyes forever.”
This was the moment to strike and Lance knew it, he arose to his feet and began shooting miscellaneously in all directions, hoping one of the bullets would pierce his enemies, he knew this was his last alternative.
The bullets soared through the room piercing through the air at lightening speeds both Lance and his foes had know idea where they were going but one thing was certain anything that crossed their paths would be eradicated. Both Lucifer and Naberius recalled what had happened as the bullets impaled their bodies; all they saw was a figure arise from behind a chair that began to blast shells from a firearm which came crashing towards them at sheer force. Lance opened his eyes to find he had massacred his opponents, both Lucifer and Naberius lay on the floor motionless and from that sight he knew he was one step closer to freedom. But there seemed to be one problem…where was the other figure?
“Have you forgotten about me?” questioned the final figure, however his presence was not visible, “you may have outwitted my minions but I pose more of a threat to you than global warming does to the earth.”
Lances eyes began swinging around the room like pendulum in a clock; he was searching for his final foe.
“Who’s the coward now?” Lance enquired; sweat began to appear on his brow because he knew his enemy had the upper hand, “hopefully you’re as senseless as your subordinates.”
There was no reply and Lance could feel his enemy approaching closer, he took a minute to observe the room in more detail, he acknowledged the damage those fiends had caused, the history of his entire family shattered in no more than a few seconds-
“Erg…hah” Lance was gasping for every last breath of air; his enemy had appeared out of thin air and began choking him.
He knew he had act fast, with his adversaries arm contracted around his neck Lance was limited to his movements, he dropped the rifle and he seized his enemy’s shoulders and launched him over his own body. The figure was hurled across the floor towards the window, the tables had turned and Lance was now in charge of the game, the scenario had changed from a point where Lance was going to be killed to a point where Lance was going to kill.
The room brimmed with light from the fireplace, and the chandelier which had been fractionally dislodged earlier shimmered with an opportunity. Lance could’ve killed the figure with the gun beside his feet however he wanted to finish his enemy in a James Bond manner.
“Who are you?” Lance asked, not expecting reply, “why are you after me and my family? What have we done to deserve this encumbrance?”
The figure, still cloaked, remained as still as photograph and Lance grew tired of waiting for a response, he knew more of them would be approaching and that he had to abandon his apartment by dawn.
“I’m going to ask you once more!” roared Lance, “who are you?”
There was no response, Lance picked up the rifle and at that very moment the figure also arose and his firearm had been fully loaded. The enemy pulled trigger and had started once more, Lance evaded the shower of bullets and shot the chandelier which had been dislodged earlier, the structure collapsed from the ceiling and toppled onto his foe.
An hour had passed and the corpses had remained in the same positions, Lance had packed his things and was yet again ready to leave his home. Where would he go? What would he do? These are all questions that circled in his mind; it was the break of dawn and the sun was slowly making is appearance over the horizon; Lance had left the building and was now on the run once more. When would he and his family ever be safe? Why are they still after him? Would they ever forgive him for what he did? The questions were still encircling through his mind but one thing that was certain was that Lance Powers was always on the move because they were coming, they’d be back…they were always back.
