Into the Fire Part 2

Eternus Pov

Note to self: if I somehow make it out of this alive, make sure no one finds Ricochet's body. Because if it weren't his stupid ass, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. When my eyes fully came into focus, the first thing I registered was a slight but not so lousy headache; however, this one felt different from the others, more distinct, more intentional in a sense.

Unfortunately, I never could get a good read on it as it faded quite quickly in the presence of my prior wounds. Even after ten whole days, my right arm wasn't working as fast as I needed it to be. My sides still hurt plenty from Fury, which combined with my now bruised sternum, and you can say I wasn't exactly the happiest little camper.

That sentiment was in direct opposition to the women in front of me. She was a rather petite thing, Asian to from the look of it. But as my eyes readjusted, I saw more of her features, like her black hair in a ponytail, tight puffer jacket, and bronze medal. Her face was average except for the one large "x" like scar on her left cheek, along with almost arrogant, metallic-looking eyes that I didn't like the look of.

"If you want to take a picture so badly, go ahead; it'll last longer," I said with a sneer.

"Thanks for the idea, but I think I'll take it after you confess; something tells me it would be more fun that way," she said in a sly tone.

"What exactly is this "fun" you speak of?" I say while applying pressure to my thumbs.

"Oh, I don't know, a little graze there or gash here, I like to work my way up. Especially when the subject involves money that should be rightfully ours," she said as she suddenly summoned a knife that gets thrown so accurately that it leaves a cut on my cheek!

Before I could even refocus my sight on the woman, she had already doubled her initial arsenal, holding two knives now instead of one. Despite the surprise, I still decided to remain cool, not letting a hint of emotion shine through as I played the act a bit harder, misdirecting her attention while bracing myself for the pain.

"Look, if you're going to torture me, don't bother; it will be a waste of time anyway," I said while hiding a cracking sound from my thumbs.

"Hmph, you make it sound like you can break out of there at any time," she said coyly while in my face.

"That's because I can," I said in a cocky smile while showing off the now empty zip ties with my realigned thumbs.

Before she could even make sense of it all, I headbutted the dumbass right in the nose so hard it cracked like a candy bar. Hot blood steamed the chilly meat locker, setting the mood perfectly for the carnage to come. Then, using my chair to full effect, I swung it right into my enemy with all my might.

Despite the timely block, the blow still sent her careening into the metal door with a ringing thud. By that time, though, any stray thought of flight left my body as I followed up my assault, throwing my new weapon straight at her. But, again, her speed was apparent, using her two blades to intercept and slash the chair to pieces.

But that only made me more hungry as I closed in; my throbbing body is damned by following up with a low reverse spin kick to the gut. Once again, the door banged like a steel drum, forcing the girl on her knees, gasping for precious air, leaving her ripe for the taking. Then, in one fluid motion, I prepped up an axe kick straight to her head, making damn sure that it was as effective as the weapon it got based on.

However, in a split-second evasion, I saved my own life, backflipping away from a thrown knife aimed directly between the eyes. By a slim margin, the knife missed me, but by the time I was on my knees, the woman had another to my throat. On instinct, I slapped her arm away and performed a low sweep, desperate to lock up that demonic speed.

But my injuries got the better of me because, by the time the sweep carried, and I stood up, she was already dangerously close again. In seconds my hands deflected half a dozen jousts, swipes, and twists, all aimed for the vitals.

Upon her 7th swing, though, I got used to her pattern, meaning that this battle was mine. I slapped away one of her knives while readying my right one to end it using my left hand. But my right arm was still too injured, forcing my jab to be a few seconds too late. Unfortunately, that was all she needed to turn the fight back to her, capturing me in a hold that had her knife millimeters to my throat.

"Well, aren't you a scrappy bastard? A good trait I suggest you get out of now, though, because, with your accomplices around, your life is expendable."

Before I could clap back with another cheeky remark, a large animalistic, an almost ungodly roar echoed across the entire complex like a damn earthquake. My body recognized the sound faster than my mind did, as my inner demon couldn't help but chuckle at what was coming.

"Fury, you lovable psycho!" I said in almost reassured glee.

At that moment, Fury answered back with a punch that nearly tore through the wall, revealing her shining orange eyes for a brief moment before getting blasted by an unseen opponent.

"You know that thing!?" the bladed woman said in genuine fear.

"What happened to all that bravado from earlier? You're looking a little scared there?" I said in the pettiest of all tones.

"Shut up! Tell her to stop resisting or else I'll-."

"Go ahead; it won't make a difference."

"What?"

"When she's that mad, anything breathing is her enemy, you slit my throat open, and you'll be doing me a favor while you lose one more target between her and you. And frankly, I'd bet good money on her winning that fight. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, FURY?!"

At that point, Fury answered back once again, roaring while leaving another fist-sized dent in the wall.

"If you know that, why are you calling her?!"

"Because I think I remember a little birdy telling me my life was expendable, and honestly, I found that both offensive and rich. Those guys I beat up earlier had silver badges while yours is straight bronze, and Damage seems to want us alive so bad even I can taste it. So tell me, who's the expendable one here?" I said with a demonic vengeance that eclipsed the cold meat locker.

A storm of doubt clouded over my captor, hurting far worse than any blow I could dish out, giving me just enough time to see that the room had a standard lock and key format. Meaning I didn't even need her anymore. Then, with an animalistic visage, I chomped down her forearms so hard she bled, forcing her to drop her last knife with a yelp of anguish.

Following that up, I gave her a back headbutt and finished her off with another painful back kick to the gut. With that, gravity did the rest of the work as she fell with nothing but pained unintelligible stutters. With that, I padded her down, took the key, her puffer jacket, all 3 of her knives, and proceeded to wreck shop.