The dining room felt suffocating. The scent of fresh blood mixed with the cold night air seeping through the broken window. The flickering neon light cast erratic shadows on the walls. Abraham's gun was aimed straight at Sergei's head, who smiled wickedly as if this dangerous situation were a game to him. Anastasia, in the corner, was trembling with fear, her eyes teary.
"Lower your gun, or your daughter dies!" Dimitri shouted, his deep voice echoing amidst the hurried footsteps from outside. The gun in his hand was aimed at Anastasia's head.
Abraham froze, his mind wrestling with an inhuman choice. If he lowered his weapon, would Dimitri let them live? If not, Anastasia's life would end before his eyes. Cold sweat dripped down his temples.
Sergei's raspy laugh broke the silence. "Heh... heh... heh... What are you waiting for, Abraham?" he taunted. "God is on my side tonight, as always." He locked eyes with Abraham, stirring up the anger that Abraham tried to control.
Abraham's finger slowly tightened on the trigger. But Dimitri moved, his gun ready to fire. "This is your last warning, Abraham! Lower your weapon, now!"
Abraham's heart felt as though it were being struck by a thousand needles. After a deep breath, he slowly lowered his gun. "Fine," he said quietly, his voice trembling. "But let my daughter go first."
Sergei laughed loudly, cruelly. "Look at you now! The tough man who's nothing more than a coward." He stepped forward, his eyes burning with hatred. "You know, Abraham, letting me go means your death is only a matter of time."
But Sergei's laughter stopped when he saw Abraham smirking slightly, his gaze fixed on the watch on his left wrist. "That won't happen," Abraham muttered coldly. "You're the ones who will die here."
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the building. The hospital trembled violently, the floors creaking as if they were about to collapse. Smoke and fire began to spread from the lower floors. Dimitri lost his balance, his gun slipping from his grasp and skidding across the floor. Anastasia screamed in panic.
A few hours earlier, in the basement:
Rick stared at Abraham, confused and angry. "You've gone mad!" he shouted. "Burning the whole hospital down? You could die in there!"
Abraham remained calm, checking the equipment he was going to bring. "If I'm not out in an hour, just do it," he said without hesitation.
"But—"
"Rick!" Abraham looked at him coldly, cutting off the protest. "When the lights come back on, burn the first floor. All the guards will focus on me. No one will be stationed downstairs. You just need to make sure the fire spreads fast."
Rick sighed deeply, knowing he had no choice. Reluctantly, he nodded.
Outside the Hospital:
Rick ran outside, gasping for breath. Behind him, the hospital had turned into a hellish inferno. He looked at the slowly collapsing building and whispered, "I hope you make it, Abraham."
Back in the Dining Room:
The explosion threw Sergei and Dimitri off balance. Seizing the moment, Abraham moved quickly. With one shot, he hit Dimitri in the shoulder, causing the man to scream in pain and fall.
"Run, Anastasia!" Abraham shouted.
Without waiting for any further command, Anastasia ran toward the hallway behind her. However, Sergei, realizing the situation, didn't remain still. He slammed his head into Abraham's, causing the man to stagger backward.
Dimitri, though wounded, managed to grab his gun again. The fire spread quickly, thick smoke filling the room and blurring visibility.
"Chase that girl!" Sergei shouted with a growl, pressing his hand to the wound on his side.
"But, boss..." Dimitri hesitated, glancing at Sergei, who appeared weak.
"Don't mind me, kill that girl!" Sergei shouted angrily, pushing Dimitri to act quickly.
Dimitri immediately pursued Anastasia, leaving Sergei and Abraham in the burning room. Sergei turned to face Abraham, his eyes sharp, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"It looks like this is the end for us, Abraham," he said coldly. "Let's finish this."
Despite his injuries and the blows he had taken, Abraham glared at Sergei with intense anger. He knew this was the last chance to end it all.
Elsewhere, in the hallway full of debris:
Anastasia continued running down the emergency stairs. Her hands tightly gripped the iron railing as she tried to avoid the flames surrounding her. Dimitri's footsteps grew louder, causing her breath to quicken in fear.
Just as she neared the bottom of the stairs, a misstep caused the step beneath her to collapse. Anastasia fell, gripping a protruding piece of iron from the wall. Her face was covered in sweat and fear, while the iron groaned under her weight, signaling it wouldn't hold for long.
Dimitri appeared at the top of the collapsed stairs, a satisfied smile on his face as he saw Anastasia cornered. "Die, you little bitch," he said, aiming his gun at the girl.
But before Dimitri could pull the trigger, a large chair flew from behind and struck him in the head. The shot missed, the bullet merely creating a small spark against the concrete wall. Dimitri collapsed to the floor, blood flowing from the back of his head.
Anastasia turned to see her savior. "Rachel!" she cried, her voice full of relief as she saw the familiar face.
Rachel, panting, extended her hand. "Quick, grab my hand!" she said. With great effort, she pulled Anastasia up, making sure the girl was safe.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked as she embraced Anastasia, who was now crying tears of relief.
Meanwhile, in the dining room, gunshots continued to echo. Sergei took cover behind the rubble, shooting at Abraham, who was hiding behind the collapsed roof. "Come out, Abraham!" Sergei shouted.
"Go to hell, Sergei!" Abraham retorted, firing back. But when he checked his gun, he realized there was only one bullet left.
Sergei sneered from behind his cover. "You think you can kill me with that?" he said, shooting relentlessly and destroying Abraham's cover.
The shooting stopped. Sergei slowly advanced, ensuring Abraham was powerless. But as he neared the rubble, his eyes caught something on the floor—a small, gleaming object. Before he could react, a blinding flash of light erupted.
"Flashbang?!" Sergei shouted, his eyes blinded instantly.
Abraham emerged from behind the rubble, fighting through the pain of his wounds. But Sergei, despite being blinded, continued firing his gun wildly. One of the bullets hit Abraham in the left side of his stomach. Despite the pain, Abraham didn't give up. With his last strength, he charged at Sergei, disarming him and beating the man mercilessly.
When Sergei finally lay motionless on the floor, Abraham stood, panting heavily.
"Hah..." Abraham sighed in relief, looking at Sergei, who was now lying unconscious.
"Now, how am I supposed to get out of this?" He scanned his surroundings, the fire spreading faster. His eyes landed on the large window behind him.
Abraham limped toward the window. Outside, there was only a thick pile of snow waiting. Just as he was about to jump, a shout from behind made him turn.
"Die, Abraham!"
Sergei, his body covered in wounds, rose for the last time. He aimed his gun at Abraham, pulling the trigger. The bullet hit Abraham in the left shoulder. But when Sergei tried to shoot again, his gun jammed.
"Cyka blyat!" Sergei cursed, hurriedly trying to reload.
Without wasting any time, Abraham jumped out the window. Sergei fired his last shots, but they all missed. Abraham fell into the snow pile, his body severely injured with several broken bones, but he was alive.
Rick, who was outside, saw Abraham's body fall from the third floor. He quickly ran to him, digging through the snow to uncover his friend.
"Abraham!" Rick shouted, lifting his injured body. "You look awful."
Rick carried Abraham out of the snow. "Anastasia..." Abraham's voice was barely audible.
Rick looked at him in shock. "Your daughter is still alive?"
Abraham pushed his friend's support away. "I have to go back... she's still inside."
Rick shook his head, trying to stop him. "You can't move anymore. I'll go."
"No..." Abraham said, preparing to return to the collapsing hospital. "I'm going too." He hoped to find Anastasia before it was too late