The defening roar of gunfire echoed through the room.
Lucian’s AK-47 spat bullets relentlessly, the muzzle flashing in blinding bursts.The sound of destruction filled his ears BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! TKK! TKKK! until, suddenly, the chaos subsided. Click. The magazine was empty.
Smoke curled from the weapon’s barrel, and Lucian’s chest heaved with the effort of his fury. His bloodshot eyes scanned the room, burning with unrelenting anger.
Before him lay a man’s body, or what remained of it. The relentless, point-blank onslaught had left the corpse unrecognizable. Flesh torn to shreds, the man was barely human anymore. There had been no time for the target to react no time to beg, plead, or run. The end had come swiftly, mercilessly.
Lucian’s breathing slowed for a moment as the tension in his muscles lessened. But then his gaze shifted.”Rose.”
He dropped the gun. It clattered to the floor, forgotten.
“Rose!”Lucian staggered toward her, his voice breaking. She was slumped against the wall, her fragile body limp and pale. Her head lolled weakly to one side, and if not for his hands catching her, she would have collapsed entirely.
“No, no, no. Don’t you dare close your eyes. Don’t you dare!”His voice cracked, panic gripping his chest like a vice. He lightly slapped her cheeks, desperate to keep her conscious.
“Rose! Stay with me! Talk to me! Say something, damn it!”Tears streamed down his face as he held her close. His hands shook, but he refused to let her slip away.”Just two minutes give me two minutes! I’ll get you to a hospital!”
There was no time to think, no time to plan.Lucian scooped Rose into his arms, holding her as if his very life depended on it. She was silent, her eyes half-open, her breaths shallow.
Lucian bolted from the private room. The nightclub lobby was eerily empty, abandoned in the aftermath of the gunfire.The stench of blood and death clung to the air, but Lucian barely noticed. His focus was singular: Rose.
Out on the street, he froze for a split second. His bike a sleek black Ninja H2R was parked nearby. But carrying Rose on a bike wasn’t an option. He glanced around frantically.
Then he saw it.
A car. A Jaguar. Idling on the roadside.
Lucian sprinted toward it, his desperation giving him speed. The driver, a man in his thirties with light purple hair, sat inside, casually eating a hot dog, oblivious to the chaos.
Lucian didn’t wait.He banged on the window with enough force to make the man flinch.
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“Get out of the car!” he shouted, his voice rough and desperate.
The man’s wide-eyed gaze shifted from Lucian to Rose, who was limp in his arms. Blood was smeared across Lucian’s clothes, his face, and now, the car window”What the hell?!” the man stammered, dropping his half-eaten hot dog.”Is that oh my God, is she what’s going on?!”
“Please,” Lucian begged, his voice cracking. “I need your car. I’ll pay you. Ten million, a hundred million just give me the car! She’s dying!”
The purple-haired man hesitated, glancing between Lucian and Rose. His instincts screamed to stay out of this mess, but the raw desperation in Lucian’s eyes made him pause.
“Man, I don’t know”
“Don’t make me beg!”Lucian shouted, stepping closer. “I’ll give you anything anything! Just help me save her!”
The man swallowed hard, his instincts battling his better judgment. Finally, he sighed.
“Fine. Get in the back.I’ll drive.”He tossed the remains of his hot dog out the window, his expression hardening.
Lucian didn’t waste a second. He yanked the back door open and carefully laid Rose inside. But just as he shut the door, the distant rumble of engines reached his ears.
Lucian turned his head sharply. A convoy of cars and trucks was pulling up outside the nightclub gates.
Doors slammed.
A swarm of men in black suits and dark sunglasses poured out, each carrying an assault rifle. The sheer number of them hundreds made it look like a small army had arrived.
The purple-haired man, halfway into the driver’s seat, froze. His jaw dropped as he took in the scene.”Holy shit…what did you do, kid? Are they here for you?”
Lucian’s expression hardened. He slammed the car door shut, his hands trembling as he adjusted his stance.”Take her to the hospital,”he said, his voice low but commanding.”Get her there safely. If she dies, you die. If you try to run…”He locked eyes with the man, his gaze cold and lethal. “Don’t make me hunt you down.”
The man shivered under Lucian’s glare, a chill running down his spine.”What are you going to do?” the driver asked hesitantly.
Lucian turned his back to him, stepping toward the approaching army. His voice was quiet but filled with a deadly resolve.”Do me this favor,” he said, “and I’ll owe you. Anything you want. Even if you ask me to destroy a country, I’ll do it. Just make sure she lives.”
The purple-haired man watched as Lucian walked toward what looked like certain death.A hundred armed men, and Lucian faced them alone. The sheer killing intent radiating off him was palpable.
The man gulped.”Damn kid,”he muttered under his breath. “You’re insane.”
With one last look at Lucian’s retreating figure, he floored the gas pedal, the Jaguar roaring to life. The car shot down the road, away from the chaos.
Lucian didn’t look back. His focus was locked on the swarm of men ahead, his eyes blazing with unrelenting determination.”Today,” he muttered to himself, voice cold and resolute, “this city will be painted in blood.”
Fuck it. I don’t even care anymore.
[Host, try to calm yourself. Don’t lose control. This will only bring you more problems.]
The voice of Max, buzzed in his mind. But Lucian ignored it. He didn’t reply. His steps were deliberate, his body language screaming defiance as he strode toward the army of men in black, just a hundred or two hundred meters ahead.
His mind was a storm of rage. How dare they? How dare they attack him like this and put Rose in danger? The pieces were falling into place now. His sister’s coming here and that happening wasnt a single person plan.This wasn’t some petty plan of Tony’s. No, this was bigger. A full-scale assault orchestrated by big family.
The men in black, decked out in tactical gear and armed to the teeth, watched Lucian’s blood-covered figure approach. His black riding suit, slick and fitted, was now stained crimson. He walked straight at them without hesitation, like a specter of death.
One of the leaders, a tall man with a scar running from his chin to his neck, narrowed his eyes. He held a sleek M24 automatic rifle in his hands, an earpiece tucked in his ear as he surveyed the scene.
“Is this kid insane?”he muttered, his tone laced with disbelief. “I expected him to run.”
Another man, standing nearby, glanced toward Lucian. He was middle-aged, built like a tank, with the cold, calculating eyes of someone who had seen rivers of blood. His voice was calm but firm.
“He’s not running. Did you see that car he sent off? He put someone inside it a woman, from the looks of it. Injured, maybe. He stayed behind for one reason.”
The scarred man raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.”And what reason is that? To stop us?”
The middle-aged veteran didn’t answer immediately, his piercing gaze locked onto Lucian. He read people like open books, and what he saw in Lucian’s eyes made his gut churn.
“No,”he finally said, his tone low and grim. “He’s not here to stop us.”
Scar scoffed, his chuckle breaking the tension.
“Then what? To beg us for mercy?”
“No.” The veteran’s voice was sharper now, more certain.”He’s here to kill.”
The words hung in the air like a blade, slicing through any remaining doubt.
Scar burst out laughing, the sound harsh and grating. “Kill us? Him? Alone?Are you serious?”
But the veteran didn’t laugh. His expression remained blank, save for a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes excitement.
“I know what I’m looking at,” he said evenly.”A man’s eyes tell you everything. And his eyes…” He paused, his lips curling into a rare, unsettling grin. “I’ve never seen anything like them. That kid’s not human. He’s a beast.”
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