Chapter 20

The Walker mansion was more than eye can see. The place had multiple rooms and multiple floors. From ground to the top, all had purpose and not without function. But the deeper parts of the mansion were built for evil purposes. No one but its owner knew better about the place, it was poorly lit, cold stone floors and spider webs abundant. As the saying goes, secrets are meant to be buried…

Droplets or blood touched the cold stone floor, following another then another. Graves was weak, his will was still strong but his body cannot deny reality. As time pass, Graves was losing blood at a steady rate. The wounded back of Graves was left opened and not attended to. He was strong but certainly not immortal, his consciousness slowly fades and he would return back to reality from time to time.

"Don't die yet!" Takeo slapped Graves back to consciousness.

Takeo and his friend held on Graves shoulder and dragged him. Graves could not do anything, he only focuses on trying to stay alive. The pain was numbing his senses, he could no longer feel his back and had no energy to move his legs. He pants like a dog and sweat like he was at the desert. Graves could not deny that he could die any moment now.

The man looked to his left and Amanda Snow walked with him with two men at her both side. She had now bindings at her wrist and had no intention on resisting. He stared her many times ever since he was dragged to the lower floors of the mansion. The woman did not even give a glance towards the weakened man and she didn't have any slightest care about him.

It was all your fault Graves…. Malcolm thought. Ain't nobody to blame but yourself….

Graves shook his head in regret, absolute regret. Not only his mistakes had let him into more trouble but it seemed his luck had run out and death was the ultimate consequence.

Graves looked at Jung, leading the group with his hand at his back. Two students of him stood beside him, being his escort and bodyguard. But the man trickery had proved that he needs not a bodyguard to protect himself from threats. His intellect was more than enough to destroy a team of two, let alone killing a human being.

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Graves slowly regained himself back to the world, blinking a few time and looked to his surroundings. He was still in the dark alley that he was dragged onto. Then a sudden stop ordered by Jung to his mentees.

"We have arrived." Jung stood still, looking at two empty prison cells. "Looks like this will be the two of you final resting place."

Jung ordered his two mentees to open the cell gate.

Jung looked at Amanda Snow. "Your cell will be at my right. You know what to do, ladies first."

Amanda walked into the cell, without a word and without any resistance. As his mentee closed and locked the steel gate, he was expecting the woman to make any sudden moves. But she proved otherwise and silently went to the darkest parts of her prison cell. Disappearing instantly to the darkness, no form or shape could be seen for the eye.

"And that leaves us to you." Jung turned to Graves who was barely conscious. "Lift him up."

Graves was lifted a bit higher just enough for him to be the same height as Jung. Graves head lolled because he did not have any energy left on his disposal. Jung held Graves chin and stared at him. Graves, weak as he was, still defiant and spit on the man. Jung leaned back to dodge the spit then quickly slapped him as hard he could, leaving a hand mark on Graves cheeks that slowly redden.

"You really are stubborn ape?" Jung held Graves chin. "Despite all the mistakes that you've done, you still had that defiant attitude."

"I have nothing to lose…." Graves said weakly.

"Stop lying to yourself and see what you are. You've lost everything that you potentially could have."

Graves glared at Jung.

"Now you listen…" Jung raised his right brow. "So the man finally realized that he was wrong and felt the loss that he just had."

"You can't lose what you didn't get."

"But deep down you know what you could possibly get. Get an easy life? A beautiful woman at your waist side? Buy all the things that you could possibly want with the money that you amass? Don't tell me that you haven't had those desires?"

"I came from the bottom of world, I already had what I always wanted and I'm very much satisfied. So I got nothing to lose."

"And now you're right at the bottom of the world again. The only person that you're lying is yourself right now." Jung put his hand away from Graves. "Patch him up."

"But Master!" Takeo argued. "You want this man to live after what he had done to you?"

"Do as I say." Jung tensed. He then walked away a few paces and watched from a distance.

Another mentee walked to the back of Graves and followed his master instruction. He cut Graves shirt and made a small opening. Reluctant as Takeo, his friend put ointment of the deep wound and made sure every opening was covered by it. It was painful for Graves but he had no energy to express it. The student ended the surgery by putting a white cloth and spoke a few ancient Ionian words.

Graves felt pathetic as his wound was getting better. The words that Jung had spoken to him had pierced his feelings more than any blade could ever do. Part regret and part anger but mostly regret. He wanted to talk back to Jung even though he would die from it. But it would made him even more foolish than he already has and Graves knew it deep down.

His mentee looked to Takeo and nodded to him. Takeo turned to his master and said. "Master, it is all done."

"There's no reason for us to delay, put him inside and lock the cell." Jung ordered.

Takeo and his friend threw Graves into the prison, he rolled a few times and finally ended to a stop. His mentee locked the door and all of them regrouped to their master.

Jung looked at Graves one last time.

"What a waste of potential..." Jung said with the utmost of disappointment.

Jung left the place and his mentees followed him obediently.

Suddenly, Graves shouted. "Who do you think you are Ionian?!?!"

His mentees stopped and looked back.

"You don't know me! You got nothing on me!" Graves continued shouting.

The mentees looked to their masters and their master moved on without giving a care of what The Outlaw was saying.

"You think you're right because you're old? Well fuck you!"

His mentees followed their master and continued walking.

"You ain't a master you hear me! If you're so good, why the hell do you care about me?!"

Takeo was the only one that left standing and listened to The Outlaw raged rabble. But he too did not mind and went on to catch up with his pack.

"You're just old just like Walker! And you should die with him! You hear me! YOU SHOULD FUCKING DIE WITH HIM!!!" Graves roared.

The walls were the only things that were listening…..

Heyo, Author here.

We have reached the milestone, 20th chapter and we are going strong. Hopefully we can go another 10 chapters if need be but all of it dependent to the story. Let's see how far can we go with the story and hopefully we can finish it without any problems.

As for me, life has been busy as usual but that doesn't mean I can't write. I keep on trying to put some extra time to invest myself on just writing. This story is going to where I want to go so I don't want to waste it.

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