The Resistance

Chapter 8 : The Resistance 

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the marketplace, Malcolm Vern and his underlings scoured the bustling crowds in search of Joy.

Malcolm, his jaw tightly bound in bandages, boil with rage, his fists clenched in disdain at Joy's destruction of his once handsome face.

As he plots his revenge, vengeance and blood is brewing within him.

Joy and Chris continue walking, they didn't notice that the hooded man is still following them.

As for Malcolm and his underlings, they are desperately looking around to find Joy.

Onw of the underlings catch sight of Joy and Chris strolling down the road, they quickly move towards their targets.

Malcolm manage to catch up with his underlings, his gaze burning with hatred and thirst for revenge.

"That's the Bitch!" Malcolm enrage, his finger pointing at Joy.

Joy notices Malcolm's curse. The underlings swiftly running towards them, she quickly grabs Chris's hand and pulls him to run as well.

Malcolm leads his men in pursuit, their footsteps are echoing as they close the gap between themselves and their target.

Joy and Chris sprint with all their might, their hearts racing in tandem with their footsteps. Hand in hand, they navigate the streets, their breath coming in ragged gasps as the underlings draw nearer with each passing moment.

Moment has passed, Joy and Chris are still running away, they are now in the alleyway to escape from Malcolm and his underlings. They are still chasing them.

Joy turns her head around, she saw that the underlings are getting closer to catch up with them.

But then the alleyway is a dead end, Joy and Chris stop running, they both turned around to face their adversaries.

Joy looks at them while breathing heavily from running.

  As the relentless pursuit reaches its climax, Malcolm steps forward. His eyes burn with rage that courses through his veins.

"You bitch!" His voice full of rage and hate. "You think you can just beat me up and run away after that?!" Each words carry with malice, and resentment that fuels his relentless pursuit.

 With every step closer, Malcolm's fury intensifies, his presence casting a dark shadow over Joy and Chris, who stand resolute despite the threat before them.

Joy's glare pierces through Malcolm's rage.  "You deserved it! You are a disgusting pervert."

Malcolm's lip curls, he snaps his fingers, issuing a command to his underlings. "Kill the guy, leave the girl alive. I'm gonna have some fun with her body first before I put my cock inside her mouth and decapitate her head"

Joy's gritted with rage and disgusts, while Chris glare at Malcom with bloodlust.

With obedience, the underlings draw their weapons, their eyes cold with no mercy as they advance toward Chris and Joy.

 In an instant, one of the underlings dash forward, swinging his bat with brutal force aimed at Chris.

 Joy's heart raced with worry at Chris as she strained to pull him away from danger.

With resolve fueling her every move, she fought fiercely, landing a powerful blow that knocked one underling unconscious. But the danger was far from over as another assailant lunged towards her with a fist aimed at her face.

With her quick instinct, Joy evaded the punch. With swift reflexes, she twisted away from the assailant grasp, delivering a powerful kick to his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.

But before she could fully catch her breath, another attacker emerged, attempting to strike her from behind.

Reacting instinctively, Joy spun around just in time, narrowly avoiding the incoming blow.With a burst of strength, she countered, delivering a precise strike that left her attacker squeal to the ground.

Despite odds, Joy remained unfazed, her determination unyielding as she continued to fend off Malcolm's men.

Joy spin on her heel, her fist connecting with the assailant's jaw with force, sending him crumpling to the ground in a daze.

But then another threat emerged, this time in the form of a swift kick aimed at her back.

Sensing the danger, Joy dodged, narrowly evading the incoming kick. She spun around, her fist hit the enemy's face with a thud, sending him away.

Suddenly a gunshot echoed through the alley, Joy's heart skipped a beat as Malcolm holding a gun, his sinister grin sending shivers down her spine.

With his gun aimed at her head, Joy felt fear, but she refused to let it consume her.

Meeting Malcolm's menacing glare with steely resolve, Joy squared her shoulders, her gaze unwavering despite the danger.

With a calm tone, Joy spoke, her voice steady despite her situation. "You may have a gun, Malcolm, but that doesn't make you invincible. Cowards like you can never achieve something great."

Joy's gaze hardens, she meets Malcolm's cold stare. "Even if you have that gun, I can still beat your ass." Joy's voice is serious and full of disdain.

Despite the threat, Joy remains unwaver, her spirit unbroken by fear cast by Malcolm's presence.

"I'm so gonna ki-" Malcolm's threat was cut short by the force of Chris's blow

"Back off!" Chris's voice boomed as he delivered a powerful kick to Malcolm's stomach, sending him reeling.

Grabbing Joy's hand, Chris pulling her away "Come on, we need to get away"

As the enemies started to regain consciousness, Chris pushed them back down. "Stay down!"

Malcolm dash forward, Joy's gasp echoed through the alley. She desperately tugged at Chris, her eyes wide with urgency.

With a swift sidestep, Chris narrowly evaded Malcolm's assault, his instincts sharpened by adrenaline.

In a swift motion, he delivered a powerful kick at Malcolm's chest, sending him crashing to the ground once more.

But the enemies, surges back into action. With determination, Chris braced himself for the incoming attacks, knowing that every moment counted to protect Joy.

The assailants were about to attack Chris but then Joy grabs them from behind and pins them down on the ground. She is so strong, that she was able to hold two of the enemies at once. 

As Malcolm back up, his eyes ablaze with rage and hate.

With a swift and calculated maneuver, Joy,

seized two enemies in a grip, holding them at bay.

Meanwhile, Malcolm's rage boiled over, making such reckless attempt to strike at Joy. But before his fist could find its mark, Chris intervened, his hand intercepting Malcolm's with a force.

"Leave her alone!" Chris's voice echoed, defiance.

To be continued.....