Chapter 106

Patrick had seized the moment and kicked Victor in the basket to win some time and get away. He did not fear Victor that much, it was the knife in his hand he feared especially when he had nothing to defend himself with. Victor was more aggressive when he recovered from the pain in his manly hood. He stabbed the knife repeatedly towards Patrick. Patrick blocked with his left hand when he felt a sharp burn in his left palm. He did not have to look to know that the cut was deep. He stumbled to his feet to get away from the lunatic with the knife when he felt the staff slipping from his pants. He tried to secure it again, but he was too late. It had fallen, on the floor sliding away from him.

Patrick chased after the staff when he felt a sharp sting in his right kidney. He instinctively brought his hand to the pain and knew why he was feeling disorientated. It was warm, and the knife was sticking out of his lower back. Patrick knew he had probably lost his right kidney. Victor must have thrown him with the knife when he could not get to him quicker. Patrick shivered with pain as he pulled the knife from his body with roaring agony. He was almost paralyzed when he dropped the bloody knife to the floor. He felt dizzy and weak. He forced himself to focus on his task. He scanned the floor for the staff that had fallen earlier. He saw it a few meters away from him and stumbled towards it. The pain in his kidney was throbbing. He was about a meter from the staff when Victor came into view kicking it away again.

Victor was now standing in front of Patrick with bolted fists. 'Let's finish this.'

Patrick noticed the dark expression on Victor's face. His eyes were like black beads. His mouth was open slightly and his head tilted forward. Patrick knew he would have had the courage to take Victor Once Upon a Time, but the burning wound on his palm and the dull throbbing pain in his kidney screamed for submission, not to mention medical attention. He had not even started on his quest to banish the evil from the world, instead, it got kicked away from him and he did not know whether he was going to survive this night or not. His dad was dead, and he didn't even know if his brother was still alive. If he was, then he would not be for much longer. Patrick was alone and hurt. He didn't even know what to do once he had taken the staff inside the portal. Would something magically happen once I was inside with the staff in his hand? Patrick thought. Would I live to see another day once I went into the portal? That did not matter anymore. All hope had abandoned him. He knew he would not have the slightest chance to find out what the portal was all about because he would be killed before he could even reach it. Patrick knew that he was Victor's greatest enemy. Victor was here to finish him off, and it seemed like he was halfway there already.

Victor stepped forward and threw a hard punch towards Patrick's face. Patrick was just too late to duck and felt his nose shatter. He knew it was broken, but that did not matter either. His eyes were watering up almost instantaneously when warm blood started streaming over his lips and chin. The pain was almost blinding. He had little hope left. His courage was fading. He did not care about Victor's next move. For all Patrick knew, Victor did not even exist anymore because Patrick was alone in a world of pain, maybe he was in hell already. He could hardly focus on the ground never mind keeping his balance. Patrick felt another blow to his right eye and then another on the jaw. His sense of balance was lost and his vision was distorted. He tumbled to the floor. It would be over soon. The staff lying somewhere on the warehouse floor was growing into a distant memory. He was about to let his family down. He was about to let the whole world down. Patrick connected the floor with his right shoulder. He felt another blow to his stomach and another in the face. He knew he was being kicked. He was losing consciousness. His brain was starting to shut down all forms of pain. Soon he would be unconscious and pain would be something of the past while he was slipping into another dimension. Death would come for him soon as his head was being kicked and hit repeatedly until his scalp cracked open and his brain lay scattered over the floor. At least he would not know about that. I would be a release after all.