Lam felt his heart pound faster and faster as his watery eyes stared at the approaching killer strolling along the corridor of the apartment building.
[I can't believe I got myself into this mess. If I had known this would've happened then I wouldn't have bothered peeking outside.]
The killer arrived before the puddle of bile, the thin light probing through the door as it weakly shone on his well-built body.
He had pitch-black hair, sharp fangs protruding over his bloody lips, and light clothing soaked in the scarlet fluid of his victim. The most distinctive characteristic that caught Lam's attention was his dangerous eyes that possessed the colour of blood vermilion,
[Haha ... he reminds of me of a vampire,] Lam concluded. [Great.]
"Did you enjoy the little show you pervert?" the killer questioned in a sarcastic tone.
Lam froze dumbstruck on the spot before he weakly replied, "You mean like how you disgustingly made out with Ms Jones. Why would I ever enjoy such a revolting act? You know she's 52 right?"
The killer smirked at Lam's response.
"Really?" the killer continued to say using the same sarcastic tone. "Well, she told me was 42 years old. I really thought she and I really connected you know? Oh, how disappointing that she lied to face."
The expression on his face then turned grim, "Very disappointing indeed but she got what she deserved in the end."
"How does that justify why Ms Jones had to die." Lam croaked with his sore throat, the bile still stuck on his windpipe.
"It doesn't," killer calmly said coldly. "It had nothing to do with her lying about her age or anything. I just needed someone to satisfy my thirst for hunger."
The killer then kneeled down to Lam's level avoiding the expanding pool of bile and continued on, "Anyways, enough about her. How about yourself? Did you enjoy my little show because unfortunately for you, this will be your last one."
He then lifted his bulky arm bulging in dragon-like veins and suddenly threw a rapid punch that would be incredibly difficult for even a pro-boxer to dodge. As the fist approached Lam, the headache that remained dormant within him suddenly sprang back to life. [Sh*t]
Lam closed his eyes tightly and braced himself for the impending impact ... but the pain that he anticipated for never came.
The space between his eyes slowly cracked opened and he became perplexed over the strange scene. The daunting fist was frozen in place a few centimetres away from his stiff chest. The owner of the deadly strike remained unmoving as if he was a stone statue.
[T-this ... what the hell is going on here. Why did he stop attacking?]
Lam steeled his nervous nerves and tried to raise his body but a force as heavy as a mountain weighed down on him.
[What the? Why can't I move?!]
Panic slowly occupied his already confused mind as he struggled his hardest to move but everything he tried doing ultimately resulted in failure. His muscles wouldn't budge from their spot as the mysterious heavy force continued to restrain his whole body.
After the various failed attempts, Lam calmed his mind down and analysed his next course of action. But no matter what idea he came up with, it would all come down to the same conclusion. If I can't even move then how the hell am I meant to get out of this situation.
Lam continued struggling trying every possible move he could think of, but his efforts were all in vain. Not too long after, his muscles couldn't keep up with his demands and slumped lifelessly from exhaustion.
[This is no use, no matter what I try I just can't move my body.]
Then a sharp pain out of nowhere assaulted his head yet again.
Time seemed to break free from its shackles as everything in the world continued to resume. The fist that was frozen in the air suddenly rushed towards him again without any warning. [Damn it]
Suddenly, Lam's muscles uncontrollably spasm and sluggishly moved his body to the right, however, the fist still crashed into his left shoulder. The force smashed his bones in his shoulder shattering them into smithereens while simultaneously dislocating the shoulder from its socket.
Lam's body smashed through the wooden door causing splinters to fly through the air as his body ricocheted a few meters against the cool planks. The small splinters stuck to the flesh of his horribly bruised and twisted broken arm.
Tears threatened to escape onto Lam's pale face as he held his left shoulder with his remaining arm but instinctively retracted it due to the intense pain.
The killer strangely looked at the collapsed Lam as he stood up from his spot with a surprised expression. "You surprisingly survived my punch, how unexpected. Let me try this again"
The killer than dashed towards Lam covering the distance of a few meters within seconds and launched a kick towards him.
[F*ck] As the impending kick closed in to strike at him, Lam's lifted his right arm defensively over his body when his headache struck him again. The kick came to a halt in mid-air and the moving body of the killer stopped as well.
[T-Th-This is so f*cking weird. Why the hell did this happen again?] With his brown eyes, Lam examined the weird situation before him however the pressure increased the intensity of his headache. His pupils contracted into pins and his body began to twitch uncontrollably. A thunderous storm of pain reminiscent of an incomparably blazing flame exploded within his head. His whole body convulsed ... his four limbs, internal organs, bloodstream, bone marrow ... as if every part of his body, every cell, had scorching oil poured into them.
It was an extremely excruciating pain where his whole body seemed to be on the verge of completely breaking apart within. If any person were to see his state then they would be frightened to death from the sheer agony they could hear.
A few seconds flashed by and the shackles trapping time broke, allowing the world to move at its own pace again. The kick smashed into Lam's body and he flew another couple meters until he stopped at the end of the corridor where the stairs were at. A blood-curdling scream roared from his lungs and out through his raspy throat.
The killer gazed at Lam through his pitch-black hair. With his level of strength, he could have easily killed the young man before him but he felt like he had kicked something as hard as stone. A peculiar feeling nagged at him as he sensed something was wrong.
Why is he still conscious? He should have blacked out from the pain long ago.
Walking with impatient steps, the killer moved faster to finish the job off when his expression was filled with surprised and astonishment. The screams from the young man suddenly creased and he lifted himself off the floor.
His pair of eyes abruptly opened revealing a shade of azure glowing from his irises. If one peered into his mysterious eyes, then they would find themselves within the vast clear skies.
The killer's eyes narrowed into slits and regretfully mumbled, "I should have known this would have happened. He's part of the second generation."