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Chapter13: Death strikesAdam ran like the devil was behind him.
In a way he was. Death had come to Sanctuary and it came in form of Ezra, the shape-shifter.
Racing down the hallway, he almost collided into Shalimar, who was rushing from the opposite direction.
"Watch out, we have…"
Her eyes flashed such an angry, yellow that it scared him. She lifted her hand in order to silence his next words.
"I know. Where is he?"
Her voice sounded cold, hard as steel and merciless.
Adam pointed over his shoulder to the kitchen when a cruel, yet calm voice reached their ears from behind.
"I am here!"
Ezra stood tall and broad in the hall. There was no way anyone could pass because he took most of the space, filling it with his dangerous and powerful appearance. And the knife could be seen in his hand.
Shal pushed Adam aside while she strode towards the man, who meant to bring death to her friend, brother and lover…
He just stood there and waited for her, the evil grin on his lips. She smiled back, her hair floating like a veil down her back, swaying in the rhythm of her steps.
"You liked it? The way he looked? In pain, his blood painting the floor a deep red!"
He chuckled at the memory. The Feral had almost reached him but he still didn't bother to move.
Ezra had no psychic abilities so he could not feel her anger like Emma would have. He hadn't felt how it built since she left Jesse in the lab. Her rage was clearly written in her expression, but it did not seem to faze him.
Her anger pushed her forward, rushing through her veins like fire, burning her up from the inside and it was simply too much to take. She needed an outlet and she needed it now!
Something shook loose when she saw his self-satisfied grin and a scream erupted from her lips.
Shalimar jumped up, kicking her high heels hard into the face of the devil in front of her. He flew back from the power of the kick, hitting the wall to his right hard with his shoulder. The impact spun him around and sent him facedown on the floor.
Ezra pushed himself up after taking a deep breath. Slowly, he got to his feet, hearing the footsteps of the blond mutant coming closer again.
An angry noise that sounded suspiciously close to a wolf's growl escaped his chest as he shook his head to chase the last shadows away.
If she wanted a fight, she would get one!
He fished for the knife he'd dropped when he hit the floor. Taking it in a strong grip, he sprinted forward, out of the small hall. He needed more room to manoeuvre.
The last time he'd really had to fight was years ago. Ever since then he had attacked people behind their backs when he had to. Actually, he didn't even need to cause he had learned a few things from his time spent in the Army.
Special Forces, the best of the best! Nothing was too difficult for them, nothing too dangerous, and nothing too bloody. They brought death to a lot of people in the name of their country and they were good at it.
He had stopped killing people and left the Unit the day he met the Puerto Rican girl.
Now she was gone…
They made him start killing again…
HE had made him kill his Girl, the only one he ever loved…
They would pay for it!
Shalimar saw the determination in the face of the Shape-shifter when he finally stopped, and faced her. She saw the same anger blazing in his eyes that she felt. For different reasons though.
A breath hissed through her closed lips before she steeled herself for the fight. They were merely a yard away from each other, staring into each other's eyes.
The hand with the blade came forward to push it deep into her stomach.
It missed!
Again, the Feral jumped high up, pushing her body forward this time in a somersault right over his head. She landed behind him, slamming her fists hard into his back.
Ezra stumbled but stayed on his feet.
Quick as the wind he turned himself around and now it was Shal who was on the defensive. His fist connected hard with the side of her head and Shal went down on one knee, dark shadows dancing in front of her eyes. Before she could recover, she felt hands pushing her roughly up into strong arms. Her own were trapped by her side for moment, her head yanked back hard by a hand in her long hair.
A sharp pain at her throat went through her as she found her arms free to move again.
A voice whispered quietly in her ears.
"You want to know what it feels like to have a knife cut into your skin, slice through your throat, to have your lungs fill up with the blood running down through the cut?"
He pushed the knife harder against her neck. She felt it cut deeper into her skin.
"No, she doesn't!"
Adam!
Shalimar heard a dull sound as something hit Ezra hard in the head before he let go of her. She turned around.
He wasn't knocked out. He didn't even fall. Instead, he raised the knife again, now painted with fresh blood, her own, to kill Adam.
The Feral still felt a little dizzy but she pushed the feeling aside. He needed her!
Grabbing the arm with the knife was easy. Taking it out of the hand holding it tightly in its grip wasn't.
Ezra struggled to free the arm, Shalimar held onto. They pushed and pulled at each other, moving back and forth through the room.
Although the man was a lot bigger than the women, their strength seemed to be evenly matched. Their luck was not!
They'd reached the steps to the meditation and exercise area when Ezra stumbled over the first one, falling down, pulling Shal with him because she still held on to his arm.
A small sigh was the only sound that escaped Ezra's lips when he hit the steps. His eyes grew wide and she could see the pain in them.
His skin turned very pale. Shadows took the raging anger away from his sight. A thin line of blood appeared in the corner of his mouth, running down his chin.
"You won!"
Barely a whisper, his voice breaking.
He was dead!
Tbc