BULLET? SHIT! ~ CH. 2

"What? It's true!" Lucian called out, his voice ringing ears causing to snap Amias out of his thoughts. Lucian suddenly twirled his own hair, intertwining a finger around his own strands "Oh, my dearest hero. I'm so scared. Why would you threaten a frail villain, such as me?" Lucian whined with mockery "DUMBASS, not in centuries you'll hear me like that, maybe you'd get a chance if you weren't soft with your so called threatening." he snapped with spite, rolling his eyes as he lets out a soft growl.

"Overgrown fetus..." Lucian whispered under his breathe, turning his head back down at Amias. He stuck his tongue out, clearly mocking him "Shut the fuck up, and let's end this." Amias hissed defensively, fixing his stance to give him balance. He reluctantly pointed the muzzle of his gun at Lucian once again, his index finger pulling back the trigger.

Lucian's eyes flickered as he heard the click, dodging the bullet that caused damage to his hair instead "Fuck." Lucian muttered, clicking his tongue. He shifted his weight, taking a step back against the roof of the car. Without a foreshadow heard, he flung mid-air, pouncing right on Amias, causing Amias to lose grip of his gun. He raised his clenched fist, about to throw a punch with his pale knuckles due to firm pressure.

Lucian sprung his knuckles, making contact with Amias's cheek. he left it bruised, the firm pressure causing Amias's cheek to stream down blood, the bruise began to swell, ichor swirling with saliva starting to stream down Amias's lips.

They were interrupted with the alarming siren echoing from a distance, the gleam flickering was inching closer. Lucian recognized it, those goddamn police "What a killjoy, I was just getting started." Lucian said out of the blue, his brows furrowed and his eyes twitching ever so slightly.

Lucian got up his feet, pressing a foot against Amias's chest, he looked down at him, seeing him laid down the ground and frail was hilarious... Too bad he couldn't savour this moment "Lucky bitch." Lucian muttered, digging his boot against Amias's chest.

Lucian finally removed his foot, turning back to see Amias's car with heavy impact, he snickered "This will work." he lead his own way to Amias's car, sauntering in and sitting on the driver's seat. He picked up Amias's keys that was sitting on the passenger seat close by, pushing it in the ignition and twisting it. He let out a sigh and started the engine, his foot pressing again the clutch pedal. He drove off, breaking the speed limit rule.

Amias was on the ground, groaning and clutching his chest from the injury. He extended a quivering hand to reach out for his gun, his fingers grasping the grip of his gun... Although before he could even reach out and hold it on his hand, he felt his eyelids going droopy, his vision blurring. His head fell back, making contact with the ground as he lost consciousness.

The police cars inched closer to Amias's direction, their sirens echoing thru every corners.