*BANG!
*BANG!
*BANG!
"Damn it! How many people are shooting at us?" Damien cursed loudly. They had already taken down four of the enemy men, all of them dressed in casual clothing, but a new person would emerged to take their place.
Among his group, the death toll had already climbed to more than a dozen. The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.
What made the situation even more unsettling was the absolute lack of fear these individuals displayed in the face of death. They continued to press forward relentlessly, showing no regard for their own lives.
Their fearlessness was unnerving, and Damien couldn't help but feel that the danger they were in was escalating rapidly.
"Sir, we just received a call. Our backup team that arrived has also been ambushed in the elevator ," the subordinate reported, his voice laced with worry. The situation was growing increasingly dire as even their reinforcements were under attack.
"Who's responsible for all this?" Damien seethed with frustration and anger. He had a strong desire for revenge but recognized that the situation had become too dangerous. He was fast, but not fast enough to evade bullets
They were now trapped in the room, with no means of escape. Damien found himself in such dire straits that he even wished the police would arrive sooner to intervene and potentially save them from this deadly predicament.
It was quite ironic that a gang leader like him was now hoping to see the forces of law and order come to his rescue.
Suddenly, the deafening shots ceased echoing through the hallway. However, none of the individuals in the group felt brave enough to check the corridor.
"Is it over?" someone cautiously inquired.
"Perhaps they fled because the police are on their way?" another suggested.
"Thank goodness," murmurs of relief and sighs escaped their lips. The tension in the room began to dissipate as they considered the possibility that the threat might have receded.
But before they could relish their brief break, the window behind them suddenly shattered, demanding their immediate attention.
*CRACK!
"Oh, so you're a Gifted?" he chuckled.
"Gifted?" Damien was puzzled.
"Unfortunately, you're far too weak to be of any use to me. Before you die, tell me everything about your group. I'll send them all to join you in hell soon," the man taunted, revealing his intention to extract valuable information before killing him.
"I'll never ....tell you," Damien sneered, his determination unwavering, even in the face of death.
The man, however, issued a chilling warning, "Don't be so stubborn. If you don't talk, I'll have to resort to torturing Elaine."
"You bastard!..... Keep her out.... of this!" Damien's desperation was beginning to take over.
"Give me all the information I need now!," the man pressed, exploiting Damien's emotional turmoil .
In that desperate moment, Damien's emotions welled up, rendering him speechless. His love for Elaine was deep.
Amidst the darkness he had embraced and the countless lives he had taken, his feelings for her remained a beacon of unwavering love and warmth. She held a place in his heart like no other, making her the most cherished and significant person in his chaotic life.
"I'll tell you.... everything," Damien admitted, finally breaking down and revealing all the information about his gang location. At this point, he opted for complete transparency. He couldn't risk providing false information that might enrage his killer and put Elaine's life in jeopardy.
After a grueling minute, Damien lay on the ground, his breathing heavy and labored. He had divulged everything he knew, and the loss of blood had taken a significant toll. It was now only a matter of time before he succumbed to his injuries.
"Do you regret it? All the wrongs you committed when you were intoxicated with power?" Damien's killer asked as he calmly sat on the bed, his gaze directed at the dying body before him.
"I regret nothing," Damien replied in a feeble voice. His words were barely audible. Finally, he stop breathing, and his life came to an end.
"Good answer," the killer chuckled .
"Power should be used to our advantage," The killer smiled.
He could hear a group of people running towards him; it had to be the cops. He then aimed the gun towards his head, and...
*BANG!