Chapter 3: Smackdown

Akil punched a nearby punching-bag, as his heart beat grew louder and louder. He wondered if it was worth it fighting Cas after all these years. He couldn't understand why he was having second thoughts about forgiveness after four years of hatred toward the man who disrespected the one most dear to him, and questioned his own duality.

He stopped the swaying punching bag as the scratchy noise of the slightly rusted chain was starting to get to him. Akil had known Ren ever since he was in the fifth grade, and he was still having trouble believing he was actually gone. If he were here now, Ren would've been hard on Akil for being even remotely rude to anyone, even though he knew Akil didn't listen most of the time. Looking back on it now, Akil was unnecessarily mean to most people he came across. He let go of the sandbag as it finally stopped making the noise.

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell ringing caught Akil off guard as he wasn't expecting anyone at this time of hour, as it's only a quarter past two at the time. He peeks his head near the wall just enough to where he can see the door but not look creepy. There stood a slim person with them wearing the mask of a dragon. Any indication of if it was male or female was practically impossible to tell just with one glance, but there was one thing he could tell with the glance. They had a knife.

Akil's heart sank as he quietly ran toward the exit door only to feel his heart squeeze a tad bit. He then dashed toward the window and tried to yank the door open, but it didn't even budge as if it had super glue on it. Akil was trapped here with a more than likely dangerous person. Akil took a deep breath, looked at his skin color and sighed. He knew what he had to do. Akil was taught two things growing up, one, don't go near vastly old white people who have a strong country accent, and two, you must either fight or flight.

Now is the time to decide