Chapter 4: Quickstep

Akil's heart sank, as sweat poured from his head. He slowly crawled, as he evaded the close equipment to make sure that he didn't make too much noise in the process.His body pushes against the crusty, and peeling wall. The masked person stepped out into the open as there gazed monitored the surrounding area, as fear pressed Akil as his heart felt like exploding.

Akil got on his knees as he breathed heavily. The masked person slowly turned the back away from Akil as they monitored the nearby bench pressing area behind them.

Akil closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and dashed toward the masked person at full speed.

He grabbed the person's wrist and snatched away the knife, as he pushed his weight onto the person's body with all of his might. The person didn't faze. They simply just pondered what they were doing. The lift they skinny hands, and without any visible sense of movement at all threw a lightning speed jab that sent Akil to his knees. Shock had overcome Akil, as he's never felt such an immense strike like that before. It felt like a freshly made dagger just pierced through his body.

He attempted to stand up, but it was no use. His body spikes in pain the moment he stands up. His ribs were broken. The masked person got up to Akil's face as they picked up the knife and lifted up to his throat. Akil could see the stranger's face now. It was a woman, whose eyes were, deep red and with muscles most men would wish they could have . They seemed familiar somehow, but his thought was shut off with the sound of the bell ringing nearby.