Pitch Black

[valen]

Gunshots were heard in distance, they moved through the air as quick as lightning, and as soon as Michael heard them he stopped as something hit him. The gunshots were coming from the direction he was heading away from, so he stood there listening to the gunshots, counting them.
No screams were coming, either someone is a very good shot and a swift killer, or it is to far away to hear it. The decision was ahead of him, to go away from the gunshots, and towards the bridge, or to head back. The decision was an easy, Michael snapped from his confusion, and started to walk away from the shots.
But suddenly, another lone gunshot was heard, different from the others. Silence occurred, and with no obvious reason, Michael turned around, stood there, and focused his look towards the gunshots. Something drew him in that direction, an unknown feeling, his heart was filled with a strange feeling that he never felt before, his mind was clouded by darkness, yet a tiny spark of hope was lit in his mind, a strange urge drew him in the direction from where the gunshots came. Step by step, Michael started walking towards the sounds.

"Vengeance is mine Luxuria!" - A powerful voice was heard in the distance, Michael could not see who the man is, but he saw a large black figure kneeling over dead bodies, and slowly rising up. As he turned around Michael saw his face, he did not forget the man from the video feeds that he saw in the datapad. He knew it was Decker. He was bigger, and meaner then Michael thought.

"Decker!" - Michael yelled from the top of his lungs, as he was walking towards him. Still the blade was cut into his palm, and blood was following Michael's steps. Decker noticed him, and rose his gun aiming at Michael's head, "Put the gun down you big ****. You want cash, I want LiCad."

"I should blow your brain out just for that boy. But, I do like cash." - Decker said to Michael, still aiming at his head. Michael noticed that Decker had a gunshot wound, but it wasn't affecting his body, it is like he didn't even felt the pain. Blood was flowing from it all over his body, but he didn't care.

"100 grand for 1 milligram, that should pay off for you pretty well, now won't it?" - Michael yelled as he was getting closer to Decker, one step at a time. Observing his environment, dead bodies lying on the floor, one, two, three, four Michael was counting in his head, trying to understand and see if he has any advantages if it comes to a fight, "Why I need it, it is of no concern to you. Get it for me, you get payed. Simple as that."

"I can do that boy. But remember this, you screw me up, you end up like this." - Decker said as he kneeled next to a body, a small body with long hair, a female Michael thought, "She messed with my family, so I messed up her extensions." - He said as he turned over the lifeless body, and Michael gazed his eyes on the most beautiful creature in the universe, lying on the floor, helpless, lifeless. Her eyes were still open, as she is not dead, and were looking straight into Michael's eyes. Beautiful brown hair tainted with blood as it reflected the light from the ceiling and the darkness of space. So innocent, so beautiful.

Michael's mind began falling apart, it traveled into past, remembering what need not be remembered, once again showing him how much he suffered. But this time, he felt love, passion, care, friendship, beauty of the soul. His Angel, that saved him on New London, the one being that ever showed him respect, and love, was lying helpless on the floor in front of him, begging him to help her.
Her hands soft as angel feathers, skin pale as the color of the stars itself. An Angel. Michael stared into her eyes, looking her, loving her. Until finally he managed to speak, tears were in his eyes, he was shaking, not from drugs, not from fear, but from love, as the emotion that left his heart long ago, traveled back into it by the speed of light.

"You.....You did this? Tell me, is this your doing?" - Michael asked Decker while still looking at the lifeless body on the floor.

"You bet, and I tell you, screw me up, you'll end up like this." - Decker replied to Michael as he stood up from the ground, holstering his gun as he saw Michael as no threat any more.

"I....I....My Angel." - Michael said with a quiet voice, falling on his knees, his blade sounded off on the floor, his hand covered in blood. He placed his hands over his head, wiping his tears away, and covering his face in blood. He looked at his hand, and with his other hand crossed over his face, only to see the blood on it. In the blood he saw his Angel dying, in his mind all that he could see is her calling him from the abyss to come and save her.

Tears fell down on the floor. Once again he picked up his blade, cutting his hand even more, he stood up, and before Decker could reach for his gun Michael stabbed him through his chest, aiming for his heart, but he missed. With one quick and strong punch Decker threw Michael against the wall as he screamed with pain touching the blade that went through his chest.
He didn't dare to take it out, as he knew he would bleed to death. Michael found himself on the floor, spitting blood from his mouth, his ribs were broken. How can one man do that much damage with one hit. As a tall black dragon Decker stood over Michael, refusing to take his gun and end Michael's life, he wanted to kill him with his bare hands. He picked up Michael from the floor with his hands, raising him above his head and throwing Michael into the wall on the other side.
Michael couldn't defend himself. But then, his eyes looked at his Angel, he lost himself in the blue lagoon that are her eyes. Strength returned to him, and Michael once again stood up, ready to fight the beast. He swung at Decker, hitting him in the head, on which he barely flinched. Once again Michael hit him with all the power he has left. That punch shook Decker and made him mad, so he grabbed Michael's hair, and kicked him in the head with his knee. Michael stumbled backwards. That punch could have struck down a wild boar, but Michael was guided by far more then just human strength, love drew him further, as he jumped on Decker punching him several times on the head with his elbows.
Decker shook Michael off him, and he was bleeding, what angered him even more. He drew the blade from his chest out, and despite that he should have bleed to death, no blood dripped, as if the blood was afraid of Decker as well. He started to walk towards Michael to end his life.

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