One Apple A Day #105
He hides behind a pile of dirty clothes in the laundry. He hopes that the noise of the washing machines can cover the sound of his rushing heart. He needs some time to catch his breath. He is sweating, but at the same time, he is freezing.
“What was that?”
He shot a full magazine to that thing. A full damn magazine and nothing happen. He didn’t flinch. He kept getting closer even if it appeared it wasn’t moving at all.
Mark has seen a lot of weird situation. He had fought against beings that were more similar to monsters than men. But all of them. Every single one of them bleeds. It was hard to catch them, but once you shoot them in the head, they were no more. One bullet in the right place and they became history. And he was good. No, he was the best in his job. He never wasted a shot. One mission, one bullet, one dead person.
But this thing. This thing doesn’t die. He saw it. He saw it very clearly. It was real. Just not the kind of “real” he used to know.
He forced himself to relax. He may have retired from his job, but his skills are not the kind you forget. He slows down his breathing, relaxes the muscles in his shoulders. He closes his eyes and absorbs the environment. Every small sound, every faint smell. He takes everything in and mixes it with his memories of the space to build a detailed map of the field in his mind. When he opens his eyes, the assassin is back. If that thing is in his world, he will find a way to terminate it.