The worst feeling ever is not knowing whether to wait or give up

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The bang of continuous knocking howled in my ears, it seemed as if it was not one person but multiple people who were exerting their force on the wooden door. My small frame trembled under the loud noise of banging on door and clanking of guns. Shivers ran down my spine and fear froze my mind; unable to move, I was rooted on my spot, not even able to pick up the mobile to call Luciano or Mary.

The noise from outside dampened. Curiously, I took faltering steps towards the door and with the peek hole, my blurry vision was able to see three huge men, their faces covered by shiny black material and they passed looks to each other, their lips moved. The revelation had come as a blow to me; it came as a bomb that was blown above my head sucking out the barely remaining life, sanity and will that I had.

My heart plummeted in my chest and my mouth hanged open for some air, my chest kept on rising and falling. I moved a couple of steps back, thinking of nothing. My eyes glued to the door, after a second, my eyes closed and I sucked in a breath. Before I could decipher something else, the weakened door crashed down at me and with the blunt force of their strength, the falling door landed on me and I found myself pushed on the door under its weight. My thighs immediately felt the throbbing pain; a wince of mourning escaped my mouth. As my eyes fluttered open, on the entrance, I saw three men clad in black towering over me. The thunderous fall made my head hit the ground harshly which cause my head to spin and my vision to double for a minute.

"Not a single word or you die on spot," A broad man with a gravel tone raised his voice at me. My feeble hands lifted up to wipe the blood of the back of my head. He came near me and bent over me with his gun, he put a pressure on my forehead, his harsh breathing was evident, I pushed my palms on the ground and lifted myself as much as I could; despite having a broken door laying mercilessly on my legs. I pushed away the tangled wisps of my flames like locks, and found myself looking into his dark green eyes.

I winced, "What do you...want?" My throat went dry; the words felt like pins on my tongue that I needed to spill out. Regret and pain crawled up my skin, slithering up the spine as his eyes darkened.

Noticing my crunched up face due to pain, the tallest among them crouched down and picked up the broken door that was squeezing the strength out of me. I heaved a sigh as I felt the pressure being lifted away. Moving my legs, I straightened up a little and face the man with a gun, raising my voice at him; I dared to ask again, "What the hell do you want?"

The sobs immediately came after I exhaled a shaky breath, trying to rid myself of the thoughts of past. My trembling limbs and shrill voice bothered the green eyed monster breathing down at me, so he slapped me with his gun. With one strike, the cold metal left a deep scratch on my cheek and blood oozed out of the scratch, staining my pale skin. He hissed, "Do not yell!"

"Do not hurt her, he asked for her without scratch. Control yourself or I will kill you to save both of us," the one who picked up the door spoke up, and his deafening voice boomed. With His calm and steady demeanor, he pushed the green eyed monster away from me. The one who stood a bit further away from us also plodded towards the two who stood closely to each other, ready to tear each other apart.

The third man spoke up, "Dean is right, Just take her quietly, no need to make a mess!" The one who slapped me with the gun huffed and muttered curses at them, in a second, they got into heated argument. The opportunity was bleak but the opportunity was there nonetheless. Struggling to get up with no noise, I managed to cross them and escape the house with my throbbing painful temples and thighs, fuzzy and blurry vision and burning sensation lacing my face where the gun made sure to leave a mark. While their attention was on the cruel one and they were swiveled towards him, I started my Last Run.

Despite the excessive tolerance that I wanted to exhibit, I hit the plant resting on the porch while running away which alerted them. Their heavy steps behind me could be felt, a voice boomed, "Do not shoot, Ben. Put down the damn gun!" It seemed they got tangled with the impulsive one and was busy in stopping him as one of the bullets missed. I saw the darkness of nothingness sprawled across the street; that deep forest had nothing for me there but at that point, I hoped for a shelter, I ran inside the forest. The fallen dried out leaves yelled beneath my bare and burning feet, the acrid smell swirled around me, the length of the trees just went on and on as I ran, the forest deepened.

The crashing noise of their feet behind me alerted me as I turned around to see the three men after me, my thumping pain in my leg was slowing me down so I crouched down to pick up some stones and threw at them to slow them down, it hit one of them and before I could see which one and where, I spun around to continue my run. The cluster of trees slowly dispersed as the street lights were beginning to illuminate my vision, realizing that I was out of the forest, I found myself on the abandoned street where some houses were trampled, some were under construction but people were not there.

Unable to recognize the street, I found myself picking up the pace again as for a second; I was able to catch a breath. The pain rose in my abdomen with the constant running, my heels were scraped off and sizzled with burning sensation. The nerves burned in agitation as well, my frozen mind was awakened by the brighter lights down the road and unusual picture surrounded me with abandoned houses and just dogs barking nearby. The fog in my mind occupied each and every aspect of my brain, my limbs weakened as the running remained continuous. I crossed the street to dodged them and they also did the same behind me, for a few minutes, I could not let them grapple me and continued to dodge, dug and run.

The mind of mine that was a mess managed to construct a thought which motivated me to keep running; the thought that whoever demanded me wanted me in one piece without any injury so the people behind me cannot physically harm me and use their guns.

The bleeding wound on my face and below my knee made it harder for me to continue, a rumbling engine noise made me stop on my tracks and I turned around to see a car stop with a squeak behind those three men who stood there with their folded hands, backs leaned against the car. So, I was running from myself?

I huffed, a sigh escaped me and fell down on the ground, holding my knee and pressing the wound for any relief, my shivering skin prickled under the cold breeze that simultaneously hit me. Two more men came out of the car that stopped, but one of those previous three men started to walk towards me with his calm gait. I felt my head spin so I bowed down my head but kept on holding onto my wound.

He came nearer and stood a step away from me, I did not look up. He crouched down and held my face and lifted up, "Why do you think you are not getting any help here?" He spoke up, his slender fingers wiping away the blood crusted on the scratch. I jerked my head, and I could hear a chuckle. He was the tallest one, the one who helped me with the door.

"Bad history with help!" I snapped.

"This is one of his areas, so no point of running! He will get you one way or another, you are his need and no force will keep you away from him." He shrugged.

"Please let me go," I begged as the tears finally glided down my cheek again. My breathing heavy merged with the continuous sobs made his blue eyes soften.

He looked down and muttered, "Can't do that, gorgeous."

"I did not do anything!" I yelled.

He nodded, "I know but his orders are orders! Already because of your wounds, we are going to get under his heat, so please, do not make this harder for us as there is no escape from this. So come with us like a civilized person." A grimace on my face drifted him away as he stood up. I gaped to my side to see all of the remaining ones walking towards us. "You do not look terrified though?" The tall one questioned, my eyes darted towards him and a frown was creasing his forehead, "I mean...you are scared but not terrified!" he exclaimed, as I could see puzzling thoughts clouding his judgments with those squinty eyes and pursed lips.

"I expected worse," I honestly responded; because my monster of the past was way above whatever was happening.

"You have no idea of this," he shook his head, he bent down to grab my wrist and pulled me up, I winced as the wound of my knee burned even more.

I yelled, "Help! Help, somebody!"

The one who hit me with the gun hissed at me, "Do not yell, no one can come!"

"My friends will notice my disappearance, they will see how some thugs came breaking in and destroyed my house...they-" my speech was cut off by a foul smelling handkerchief on my mouth and muffled noises escaped me, tight grasp from behind tightened on my waist. My body jerked up, wiggled under the embrace and despite a strong hand covering my mouth, I did not stop yelling, no matter how incoherent my voice came out.

Last thing I heard before darkness engulfed me in its embrace was how that cruel one said, "No one will find you, and you are vanished from the Earth by now." A smirk on his face agitated me even more as his face blurred into my vision and the surrounding noises melted in my ears as nothingness. I felt myself sinking in the body of the huge man behind me. Regret washed over me, I cursed myself for staying in that city.

But don't we all regret after our doom?

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Guilt washed over Luciano as he reached late for the girl who was supposed to be his prey was the one who caged him in a trance of love, peace and excitement. His eyes darted towards the porch where a man was repairing the door while on the other hand; another man was taking away bags and suitcases. He rushed towards the door, nose flaring and eyes piercing, he confronted the maintenance guy with a loud voice, "What the hell!"

As he lifted himself up from the ground and came face to face with Luciano, Luciano's curled up fist landed on that man's face. His eyes spat fire at him, he grabbed him by the collar and brought him nearer to him and queried, "Where is she?" The man who just had a recent blow on his cheek, snickered which instigated Luciano even more.

Fury burned his insides but fear made his stomach knot up, "Do not ask that. He wanted her, he got her. She is gone." The man responded after he threw a snicker of victory at Luciano.

Luciano frowned, the scene unfolding in front of him befuddled him and he yelled at the man carrying the bags, "Hey, Blue hood!" he continued to plod down the street.

The man in front of him had a smirk on his face, before Luciano could do something before, a bullet sizzled his arm from behind. As the bullet dug further in his arm, the cry of pain became louder for him. He grabbed his arm tightly, without turning around to face the shooter, he questioned the man in front of him, "Who is... he?" His voice broke in the middle due to shrill pain that shocked through his body.

"He who wanted her," with that, the person spun around with a backpack slinging on his arm and waddled down the stairs to leave Luciano fainting on the porch in the pool of his blood, Luciano realized that it was not worth yelling anymore so his trembling hands fished inside his pockets to find his phone and he dialed the one number that could assist him in his quest to find the woman he so desired.

"Mary, someone took her. It is not them-" his voice faltered and with his heavy breathing, he was able to convey his message. Before he could give out more details, he felt the pain overtaking him and his strength was dampened by the shooting and flinching pain that made him leaned back and eventually fall on the porch, his grasp left the cellphone which emitted the voice from other side being concern followed by shouting. Darkness enveloped him and the one thing that remained in his foggy mind was that...even he being the hunter, could get hunted and in the worst way possible. 

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The italic part is the third P.O.V which will be added in every chapter.