Kyra's heart went at a hundred miles an hour, her figure shook. The person trying to kill her was now in her house, hunting for her. She felt a hand in her, and look up to William. He used his hands to signal that they were going to make a run for the door. Kyra nodded, holding his hand tightly. He counted down.
Three.
Two.
One.
They ran towards the door.
Right into the Masked Stranger.
"Where are you going?" they asked.
William pushed Kyra behind him, putting himself between the master of fire and the killer before him.
"I won't let you have her," William cried. "The others will be here and we will stop you."
"Only if you can hold me off until then," the masked stranger retorted.
They pulled out a knife and swung it towards William's neck. William stepped back, pushing Kyra backwards with him to avoid the knife.
"Go hide, Kyra," William told her.
Kyra nodded, turning and darting away. The masked stranger went to chase her but William tripped them onto the ground. They rolled over and slashed at William's ankle. He jumped backwards, barely able to avoid the blade. The masked stranger jumped up and started in the direction Kyra ran in. William growled, two energy balls forming in his hands. He released them, sending them into the masked stranger. They were launched off their feet, along the island counter. Plates and glasses shattered on the floor around him as he landed.
"You'll pay for that!" the stranger shouted.
"Bring it," William glared.
The stranger chucked the knife at William's head. He ducked milliseconds before it plowed into the wall where his head once was. William ran around the kitchen table, looking for a weapon to defend himself with. Before he could grab anything, he jumped up on the counter to avoid the knife which was aimed for his legs. He panted, jumping to the island to avoid another swing. He kicked the masked person, knocking them into the counter behind them.
"You brat!" they cried.
William gasped, falling off the island counter to avoid the knife aimed at his chest. He found a sharp, large chunk of glass on the ground. He looked up, seeing the masked stranger on the counter, aiming the knife at him.
"Any final words?" they asked mockingly.
William launched the chunk of glass like a shuriken, embedding it into the stranger's shoulder. They cried out in shock and pain, stumbling off the counter. William rolled to avoid the knife falling to the ground, missing it by less than an inch. He panted, shifting onto his hands and knees. He flinched, feeling small shards of glass in his hands and knees.
"Gah!" the stranger cried out.
William scrambled to his feet, looking to see the stranger running towards him. He stumbled, running into the living room. He ran towards the wall, jumping against it and flipping over the stranger. He slid to a halt on the coffee table, panting in a fighting stance.
The stranger laughed mockingly. William jumped to his right, attempting to avoid the knife. He thought it was thrown at him, only to be grabbed and pinned against the wall by his shirt. William grabbed the masked stranger's arm, trying to push it off him.
"Who are you!?" William cried out. "Why are you doing this!?"
"Doesn't matter," the masked stranger growled. "I only need to kill the girl, but you are in my way."
"William! Kyra!" Sam called from outside.
The masked stranger muttered something under his breath. He turned and glared into William's emerald eyes, which were filled with terror.
"You're time to pay," the stranger told him.
Before William could react, the masked stranger dug the knife deep into William's abdomen. William cried out in pain as the stranger twisted the knife, pushing it deeper before yanking it out. William collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around him.
"Sorry, William," the masked stranger muttered before running off.
William struggled to keep his eyes open as Brock and Sam ran into the house, Kyra appearing from the kitchen.
"No!" Kyra cried, running to William.
Then William's world went black.
"Gah!"
"Just hold still!"
The first pulled the chunk off glass out of the second's shoulder, placing a cloth over the wound to try to slow the bleeding.
"I told you this wouldn't end well," the second muttered.
"I never said this would be easy!" the first snapped. "And if you would just put you freaking feeling aside for them, then it would make things a heck of alot easier!"
"I can't just put my feeling aside!" the second snapped back. "You know very well that I still care about them! That I don't care whether or not it was in her control. I never wanted to do this!"
The first slapped the second across the face, glaring at him.
"Next time, you go for the girl, not whoever is protecting her," the first ordered. "At least William is going to be out of the way."
Jason cried out, muffled by the gag over his mouth. The first growled and kicked him hard in the stomach. Jason fell against the wall, letting out an 'oomph' and a moan.
"Stay silent if you know what's good for you," the first snapped.
The first grabbed the first aid kit and quickly cleaned up the second's shoulder. The first placed a gauze over the stitched up wound and then wrapped it with bandage.
"If you had just gone for the stupid girl, we could have had her, killed both of them and had been long out of here by now," the first growled. "It's your fault we need another plan."
The first stormed off to think, leaving the second alone with Jason. Jason shifted, pulling on the chains holding him against the wall. The second stood up, moving over to Jason and pulling his gag down around his neck.
"Did you kill William?" Jason asked.
"The others got there as I did it," the second told him. "I feel horrible about it, but I hope they got him help and are able to save him."
"Why did you even do it then?" Jason asked.
"Because, if I came back without anything accomplished, I would have paid," the second told him.
"She just won't give up, will she?" Jason looked off in the direction the first person stormed off in.
He could see the first person punching and raging near the other end of the room. They were just out of earshot, so they continued speaking.
"What are we going to do if you guys get Kyra?" Jason asked, worried.
"Hope that I can somehow get both of you out of it," the second sighed. "Otherwise, we hope that you're deaths will be short and painless."
Jason gulped, turning to see the first storming over to them.
"I told you not to talk to him!" the first shouted at the second.
"Well I'm sorry that there isn't anything else to do," the second responded.
"That's your own fault for not getting Kyra!" the first snapped at the second.
The second looked to Jason, pulling the gag back over his mouth. The second looked back over to the first, seeing them turn back over with a syringe in their hand.
"You are giving him this," the first said.
"Whoa, I never agreed to any of this," the second responded.
"I am not asking you to, I am telling you to," the first shoved it into the second's hands.
The second looked at the syringe, then to a startled Jason, who's eyes were glued to it.
"I won't kill him, no matter how badly I want to end him right now," the first said. "It will cause his elemental powers to eat away at his strength and energy. Kill him, no. Cause him pain, yes."
The first smirked as the second looked at the first. The first frowned at him.
"Do it," the first growled.
The second looked at the syringe, then to Jason. The second moved over to Jason. Jason let out muffled cries, shaking his head and pleading for mercy.
"Sorry, Jason," the second whispered.
The syringe was inserted into Jason's arm and Jason yelped. He held still, not wanting for it to be any worse that it was. Jason closed his eyes, feeling everything inside him starting to react to it. The second pulled the syringe out and gave Jason a sympathetic look before following the first away from him. Leaving Jason alone and now in pain.