Separation
It was the man who Kurtis had crossed paths with back at Croft Manor. His pale skin looked as though it would rip if his muscles increased anymore in size. His eyes were menacing and so dark they were almost jet black. His Infinitio tattoo caught my eye, pulsing a little as he flexed his arms. His voice was deep and gravelly in texture, I could tell from his grunts.
He withdrew a shotgun and pointed it directly at Kurtis. It was a difficult situation. If I shot the man, the he would take Kurtis down with him. I laid my pistols down, signally my surrender, and slowly backed away into the shadows, readying my attack. Kurtis remained calm, he knew what I was going to do. The man chuckled for a mere second, then became serious. He spoke in a thick Russian accent.
"I guess you're alone now. She didn't stick around long. Now you're going to put that strange disc away, and come with me."
Kurtis clipped the Chirugai back on his trouser leg. That's it. He had lulled him into a false sense of security. He never saw it coming.
At least that's what I thought.
Right on cue, I crept up behind him. It was all going to plan. Suddenly he twisted round and I felt his fist smack my jaw. I was thrown back, thwacking my head on a nearby wall. I felt blood trickle down the back of my head, and my vision blurred.
"You need to tell your bitch of a girlfriend to keep out of a man's business."
That was the last straw for Kurtis. In his anger, I noticed the Chirugai spin uncontrollably, and release itself from the clip.
"Put...put that back!" the man was afraid.
Suddenly it darted towards the him, slicing his arm. He groaned with pain, and clutched his wound. He muttered words in a strange tongue and his wound was healed. He smiled eerily.
Then he was next to me, and held my hands behind my back. I was bleeding and powerless. Kurtis was in shock, and his eyes darted as he tried to think of what to do. I heard the cold sound of a pistol being cocked, then pressed against my head.
"You come any closer, disc man, and she gets it."
Kurtis stayed rooted to the spot. He watched to see what I would say.
"Go. I'll get out of this one."
He knew I would. He looked for a couple more seconds, then ran.
When he had gone, the Russian turned to me, laughing evilly.
"No. You won't."
