Chapter 7

Before the one directly before them could turn back  shoot at me, I ran towards him and snapped his neck, he dropped to the ground immediately, the remaining two turned to shoot at me, I ran to the one close to me and brought out his sword, and cut off his neck off, blood rushed out like a tap, it splashed on my face.

I heard a gunshot, before I could blink, I felt a bullet in my body, I froze, I could barely see, I staggered backwards, I tried turning so I could move close to him and kill him, I wasn’t able to do so as I went down instantly  ‘Did you think you will defeat me’ he said laughing out loud, he walked to my face and kicked me in my stomach saying ‘You son of a bitch, I vomited blood immediately and groaned in pain as my eyes closed gently, ‘So, this is the end of me?’ I asked myself in my mind.

He turned on his touch light it was really bright, everything was blurry all I could see was white, I heard his neck being snapped, he fell to the ground, the touch fell also. I tried to take a glance at the person that saved me but I couldn’t as I shut my eyes.

The light rays shined into my eyes. I opened them slowly. When I turned my head towards the window, a man was standing there facing me with his back. It was difficult to see his face, but I was sure he was the one who saved me.

I looked around the room. It was big and spacious. It had a 90s interior design, so I guess the building was built in the 90s. There were paintings hung on the walls. There was a particular painting that got my attention. It had the biggest frame.

I guess the painting should be very important. It was a giant werewolf. It had long fangs and a big head that was bigger than that of a normal wolf. There were dead bodies around it, and blood stains. It was a little scary. There was a message below the frame. I guess it should be the artist name.

I got down from the bed slowly, by trying to place my leg on the floor. My body was feeling a little bit better, but I still had pain getting up from the bed. He noticed my movement and turned to face me. "How do you feel?" he asked, while he walked towards me. 

I didn’t give a reply because I was still struggling to get up from the bed. He stood in front of me. I looked up into his face. His face looked young and fresh. He had a nice fitted suit on, but I wondered why he had saved me and which type of supernatural he belonged to.

He took a wooden chair close by, placed it in front of me and sat down. I sat up right, looking at what he was doing. Maybe he was going to hurt me.