David: ShowdownMature

A bomb? Really? Why is the Knight suddenly changing his pattern? What happened to medieval weapons only? Is this some sort of message?

These questions ran through my mind as I, and the rest of the building, ran outside of the CBI headquarters. I looked down at my side, and saw my gun which was holstered tightly to my hip.

Is this some sort of trap?

I glanced over at Charlie, who was one of the first people out of the building. Alannah was one of the last. She had tear streaks on the sides of her cheek, but she looked much more angry and confused than sad. I felt bad for her, but I had much bigger things on my mind. Much bigger wants and wishes. Selfish wants and wishes.

I wanted to kill the Knight. Brutally. So harshly that he would plead for me to spare him. Plead for me to end his life, instead of continuously torture him. These things were my drive.

I ran for my car, not planning on telling anyone where I was going. But Charlie stopped me. "Where are you going?" she asked me, running in my direction.

I hesitated, then said nothing.

"You can't go after him," she said, frowning.

I didn't reply. Instead, I turned and got in my car. I locked the doors before Charlie could try to open them. I turned the keys and backed up out of the parking lot. I sped away, not looking back.

The slight guilt that I felt was nothing compared to the large sense of anger that was swelling inside my heart. Corrupting my very soul. Making me feel as though the world was at my finger tips. I could do anything I put my mind to. I was too mad to fail. And I was too focused on getting my revenge to even consider bringing along a SWAT team with me. Why would I want to anyway? They wouldn't let me torture him, and that would defeat the purpose. 


My car stopped. I threw open the door and stepped out of the car. My eyes panned across the terrain. No sign of...anything.

I felt alone, even though I knew I wasn't. Randall was here somewhere. He had to be. And the Knight wouldn't kill him, because he wanted me. 

I walked across the grass and looked around. This was the place I sent Randall first, so this is most likely where the Knight captured him.

Pebbles rumbled to my left. I spun around and flipped out my gun. "Who's there?!"

I lowered my gun as a small lizard came into sight. Just a lizard...

I continued walking, but I did not holster my gun.

All of a sudden, I heard footsteps behind me. Before I could turn, a blow to my head sent me sprawling to the ground.


My eyes fluttered open slowly. Then I remembered.

I jumped to my feet, ignoring the sharp pain in my skull. "Hello?" I called. No one replied. I glanced around. I was in a dark hallway, with only a dim lamp sitting to my left. "Hello?" I called again.

Still nothing.

Suddenly, the door at the end of the hall opened. A silhouette appeared. Three silhouettes. 

Oh crap.

They were holding swords. Long, thin, sharp blades. One of them held two, and I assumed he was the Knight. The one I had been tracking down for so many years.

One of the silhouettes spoke. "I'm not the Knight, Mr. Mendrick."

I frowned. "Then who are you?"

"Our names are of no concern to you," the voice replied.

I stood in silence, wondering if these were my last moments. I promised myself I wouldn't let them be. I raised my fists, preparing for a fight.

"You won't be needing those," the voice said with a chuckle. The other silhouettes joined it. An object flew through the air, and I caught it. It was a sword. They wanted me to duel them. Three against one. That's fair.

The three silhouettes disappeared for a moment, then suddenly, light filled the room. Three men approached me, each wearing metal armor that glistened in the light. I raised my eyebrow slightly.

Then they rushed me. Unprepared, I swung upward, hoping it would block whatever slashes they made at me. Fortunately, they didn't swing their swords at all. Instead, they poised, as if asking me to attack them first.

I didn't attack. I waited. I knew they would wait for hours if they had to. It was their assignment to fight me, but honorably. So I decided to wait it out.

One of them spoke. "The Knight is waiting for you." And that was all he said.

I stared at their armor, and wondered how I was supposed to cut through metal. "Take off your armor and I'll fight you."

They glanced at each other, then withdrew without another word. I waited for a good ten minutes or so. Finally, they returned. They still wore helmets, obviously trying to conceal their identity. They were now adorned in tights. The kind of thing I suppose a knight would wear under their armor...

They poised as they had before. I pointed my sword in their direction, and shifted my eyes to their handle. I looked carefully at their grip on their sword. They were taught, but not much. Obviously new to the feel of a sword. The Knight knew I could beat these men, and was waiting for me on the other side of this hall. I took one last deep breath, then charged.

I swung to the one on the left, and the others lunged at me almost simultaneously. I ducked under their blades then slashed one across the neck. He pressed his hand against his neck, and blood oozed between his fingers. He collapsed to the ground.

One down. Two to go.

I faced the others, who faced the dead man on the floor, most likely in shock. I thrust my blade forward into one man's torso. He knocked away the blade and didn't even glance at the blood that spilled from his stomach. Both men began to swing quickly at me, and I swung back at them, not really sure what I was doing. Somehow, I deflected every blow. It was a cat fight with swords. Finally, I saw an opening and slashed downward. The blade cut cleanly through the second man's shoulder. He rested one hand on it, and shrieked a blood-curdling scream. Satisfied, I stabbed him in the chest. When I retrieved my blade and turned to fight the other man, I saw that he was already dead. I suppose he had lost a lot of blood. Just to make sure, I stabbed into his back.  

Yep, definitely dead.

I pulled out the blade then ran towards the end of the hallway. Throwing open the door, I entered. I kept my blade at eye level and shifted my eyes across the dark corridor.

"Mendrick?" a familiar voice called.

I looked and saw Randall strapped to a chair. He had multiple bruises on his face. He was a serious mess. "Randall," I said with a sigh. I ran up to him and knelt. "How goes it?" I asked casually as I tried to untie his ropes.

"Use the sword," Randall said quietly.

I rolled my eyes. "Right, duhh." I cut the ropes off and helped him to his feet. "Where's the Knight?" I asked.

He didn't reply. 

My pulse spiked as I heard footsteps behind me. I extended my sword in the sound's direction. There in the flesh, stood a man. The man wasn't wearing a helmet, nor any kind of armor. Come to think of it, the clothes he wore in no way resembled anything medieval at all. I frowned.

"You're the Knight," I said slowly.

"Nice to meet you," the man said with a smile. He unsheathed a sword and pointed it at the ground.

I stared at the blade, then shifted my eyes to his face. No one I recognized, luckily. A very calm and timid looking face, surprisingly. A face that usually you would associate with a noble man of some sort. That, of course, didn't provoke any hesitation in my mind. In the instant that he opened his mouth to speak, I leaped into the air and stabbed down at his chest. He deflected the blow without effort, and his blade was like a flash as it swung downward into my leg. The pain was excruciating, and I collapsed to the ground. My blade slid away from my hand and I knew this was the end. "RANDALL! Get out of here!" I screamed, squeezing my leg in absolute pain. I heard Randall's footsteps echo away. 

"I must say, I'm thoroughly disappointed. We've only fought for, what? Ten seconds? And I already have you on the ground, surrendering. You're a weak-minded fool that needs to be taught a lesson. But killing you wouldn't be sufficient, now would it? I need to do something more...profound. Satisfying."

I tried not to listen to him ramble on, but one sentence caught my attention. "Maybe I should kill that girlfriend of yours. What's her name? Oh yes, Charlie."

I looked up at him, anger burning inside my heart. I pushed myself to my feet and faced him. "You lay one finger on her, and I swear, I'll make you suffer ten times more than I've ever suffered."

He didn't reply. He brought up his leg in a roundhouse kick and caught me in the temple, I flung face first onto the ground. "I can see that letting you live will only make things harder for me. Too bad, I was so looking forward to your reaction when I slaughter Charlie."

I tried to look up, but my muscles didn't respond. I laid helplessly on the ground as he stood over me. He slashed the blade across my back, and I screamed loudly. He continuously hacked at my back, cutting layer through layer. Just as he was getting deeper into the flesh, he halted. He bent down and grabbed a hold of me. He swung me to my feet and threw me against the wall. He brought back his blade then slashed me across the chest. I went limp and sagged to the floor. He held the blade above my head, preparing for the final blow. "I have one more thing I'd like to tell you Mendrick," he said, spitting to the side.

Just then, a loud blasting sound rang out through the corridor. I heard a loud crashing sound and a body hitting the floor. I tried to push myself up, but couldn't find the strength. "Mendrick?!" a voice called.

Charlie's voice.

"Charlie?" I called with a cough.

She bent down next to me and pushed me over onto my back. "Are you okay?" she asked, looking at me desperately.

"Did you shoot him?" I asked.

"Mendrick, thank God you're alive!"

"Charlie!!" I yelled angrily. "Did you shoot him?!"

"Yes I shot him!" she yelled back.

I breathed deeply now, contemplating over the last thirty seconds of my life. To think, one gunshot saved my life, and Charlie pulled the trigger. "Charlie, you saved me," I said quietly.

"Yeah, I suppose so," she said, obviously distracted by all of the cuts covering my body. She ran her finger along my shirt and looked around the room. "We need to get you out of here."

"Charlie," I said quietly.


I took a deep breath. "No ambulance," I said with a groan.

She looked shocked and appalled. "We're getting you an ambulance! Don't give me this crap!"

I frowned at her then shook my head. "No. Ambulance."

She frowned. 

I stared at her. She didn't stare back at me, fortunately. I was probably looking like a puppy dog asking for a treat. "Charlie," I said with a sigh. 

"What?" she asked, looking down at me.

"I have to tell you something," I whispered sharply.

She said nothing. She looked at me with those eyes. Those eyes that completely mesmerize me every time I look at them.

"That time that I showed up at your house, and shot all of those guys. Which, by the way, was pretty cool. I didn't call the police, because I wanted you to think of me as your hero."

Her eyes widened, like a lightbulb suddenly lit.

"I stayed at your house that night for two reasons. One, was because I wanted to make sure you were safe. And two, I...wanted to spend more time with you, I guess you could say."

She frowned slightly then looked away.

"So instead of continuing to blabber on like this, I'll just come out and say it. I love you, okay? I know you don't love me, but that's not an issue. I just think it's fair that you know---"

Suddenly, her hand was around my neck, and her lips were against mine.

The End

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