Chapter 20
The storm was unforgiving. The rain lashed against the rooftop, the wind howling like an animal trapped in the storm. Lightning flickered, casting quick flashes of light over the scene, turning the rooftop into a chaotic battlefield.
Subey and John stood across from each other, drenched and battered from their earlier struggle. Tension hung in the air like a storm waiting to break, the final confrontation inevitable.
"You really think you've won?" John sneered, his face bloodied but his eyes filled with a deadly calm. "You're just a fool, Subey. Always have been."
Subey's hands were clenched into fists, his body aching from the brutal exchanges of the past few moments. His voice was low but full of determination. "You were never meant to win, John. Not this time."
Before Subey could make his move, John lunged, his fists flying. Subey dodged, narrowly missing a blow that could have ended it all. The two men collided again, slamming against each other with raw force, their bodies slipping on the slick roof. The sound of punches echoed through the storm, each strike fueled by betrayal and pain.
Subey slammed John into the side of a ventilation unit, his fist connecting with John's jaw. John staggered back, but his smirk never wavered. He wiped the blood from his lip, eyes flashing with rage. "You're too slow, Subey."
With a swift motion, John reached into his coat and pulled out a knife, its blade gleaming in the lightning's glow. He lunged again, slashing at Subey, who barely managed to avoid the blade. The knife scraped across his sleeve, leaving a shallow cut.
Subey fought back, his training kicking in as he disarmed John, the blade skittering across the rooftop. The storm roared louder, the rain drenching them both as they grappled, desperate to end the fight.
"You're nothing," John hissed, shoving Subey off him. "Just a ghost in the way of what I want."
Subey stood his ground, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "It's over, John. You've lost."
But before the fight could continue, a voice rang out over the storm, cutting through the chaos.
"Stop!"
Caroline appeared at the far end of the rooftop, her voice shaking but strong. She was soaked through, her hair plastered to her face, but her eyes were clear with purpose. She stepped forward, the distance between her and the two men closing with each step.
"Caroline, stay back," Subey warned, his gaze flicking to her. "This is between him and me."
John's eyes narrowed. "She's just as deluded as you, Subey. She doesn't understand."
Caroline's gaze shifted between them, her face a mixture of fear and desperation. "No, John. This has gone far enough. Stop fighting. Please. You don't need to keep doing this."
For a moment, there was a flicker of hesitation in John's eyes. His gaze softened for a fraction of a second before he turned away, eyes darting to the edge of the building. Subey advanced, but before he could reach him, John turned back with renewed fury.
"I'm not finished," John snarled, launching himself at Subey with a ferocity that left no room for doubt. This time, there was no grace in his movements—just raw, unbridled anger.
Subey blocked the attack, pushing John back with everything he had. The two men struggled, grappling in the pouring rain. Subey's fists landed on John's chest, but John was relentless, throwing punch after punch, forcing Subey back.
Then, a crack of lightning illuminated the rooftop in a blinding flash. The force of the strike made the ground beneath them tremble, and for a split second, everything seemed to stop. The sound of the storm, the rain, the fight—all seemed to pause.
In that instant, Subey managed to get the upper hand. He grabbed John's arm, twisting it behind his back with a forceful movement. John gasped, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but Subey didn't relent. His grip tightened as he forced John to his knees.
"John, stop," Caroline called again, rushing forward. Her voice was desperate, pleading. "Please, don't do this."
John looked up at her, his eyes flickering with something between anger and regret. For a moment, the tension between them hung in the air like a broken promise.
But then, in a flash of movement, John broke free, pushing Subey off with surprising strength. He stumbled to the edge of the roof, his back to the precipice. He stood there, panting, his body trembling from the fight and the storm.
"You don't get it, do you?" John spat, his voice full of venom. "You think this is over? You think you've won? I'll never stop."
With that, John made a final, desperate.....
To Be Continued....