Chapter 10 : Down With The Sickness
Chris, his tone carry with anger and disdain, addressed the newcomer. "Why are you here?"
The newcomer is restaurant owner, he then approach Chris and then demanded
"Give me the girl Chris" The restaurant owner demanded with an arrogant yet calm tone
Malcolm glared at the restaurant owner, his annoyance evident. "Who are you?" he spat.
The restaurant owner, completely ignoring Malcolm, turned his attention back to Chris. His tone grew more stern and irritation. "I will not repeat myself, Chris. Give me the girl."
Chris tightened his grip on Joy's hand. He wasn't going to let anyone take her, regardless of the restaurant owner's growing frustration. "Never," he said with defiance.
The tension between them grows. Joy, standing beside Chris, felt a surge of determination, ready to face whatever came next with him by her side.
Enraged by the restaurant owner's dismissive attitude, Malcolm lunged forward to attack. However, before he could make contact, a masked man appeared behind him, restraining him with a swift, precise move. The masked man, known as Melpomene, effortlessly stopped Malcolm in his attack.
Melpomene fixed his serious gaze on Chris and Joy. "Let go of the girl," he commanded in a calm and strict tone.
Chris turned towards Melpomene. He tightened his grip on Joy. "No," he replied, his voice cold and serious, his eyes locked onto Melpomene's. He was determined to protect Joy, no matter the cost.
Melpomene glanced at his boss, the restaurant owner. "Boss, it seems this guy won't give up the girl."
The restaurant owner returned the look with anger. His voice turned aggressive as he glared at Chris and Joy. "That girl is mine. She's not going anywhere. I will take her by force if necessary."
"Then what should I do?" Melpomene asked, his tone calm but firm.
The restaurant owner his desire to possess Joy is powerful. "Do whatever you need to do," he commanded coldly, locking eyes with Melpomene.
Melpomene nodded, to his order. Chris, sensing the impending danger, ready himself, his grip on Joy hardened.
With a heavy sigh, Melpomene's form became a blur of motion.
In an instsnt, he was ascending above Chris with ferocious. His descent was swift then a furious kick crashing down, sending Chris's head kissing against the ground.
The world spin as Chris's vision blurred. A crimson liquid began to flow in his face. "Ahh...!" Chris screamed in agony and shock.
But even in pain, Chris's spirit remained unbroken. As Melpomene reached out to claim Joy, Chris's hand reach out his wrist, clamping around it "I won't let you take her..." His voice was a growl, low and fierce.
Melpomene's frustration mounted, his efforts to free himself from Chris's hard grip proving futile. The air crackled with tension, the restaurant owner's gaze upon them, icy and detached.
With the ferocity of a beast, Malcolm roared, "You think you can stop me!" His voice was a is full of wave of anger desperation, crashing through the silence as he lunged towards Melpomene.
The air itself seemed to tremble as Malcolm's rampage bore down upon Melpomene.
Melpomene's instincts react for evasion, but age had dulled the sharpness of his reactions. The strike was inevitable, a crushing blow that sent shockwaves through his skull. "Gah!.." It was the sound of a man who had known countless battles, yet none like this. His mask, once a symbol of his enigma, lay in ruins, revealing the storied wrinkles of a face that had seen too many suns rise and fall.
Melpomene hardly hit the ground,. Each breath was a battle for his current age. His eyes, once bright with the fire of youth, now burned with the embers of a fading legacy, glaring at Malcolm with hate.
He tried to rise, his body a map of pain. "Damn... I'm getting old..." A grudging admission from a warrior who had always defied the sands of time.
To be continued...