He said this as he handed him the small bag.
He looked at the bag. "No, no, this won't do anything to me. Give me the other one I told you about."
"Okay, just a second." Sika went off, noticing a change in the player's voice; it had become hoarse, but he didn't pay much attention.
While he was getting the anesthetic, he heard the player groan and thought he was just stretching to relax.
Then he heard him fall onto the glass table, which made him rush over, shouting,
"Is something wrong, boss?"
He returned to find the table broken and the man lying on it.
"Boss, why are you going to cause trouble this early in the morning?"
But then he noticed him standing up while trembling. He wasn't speaking. He was standing like a monster, so large, and he noticed the red veins starting to appear in his eyes.
His breathing was unnaturally hoarse.
As he stood up, he vomited blood.
Sika looked at him in horror. "Pasha, are you alright?"
He looked at him, but there was no reply, his eyes now completely red.
He grew even angrier.
Sika fell to the ground as the player began to close in, growling. Sika knew very well what he was seeing; it was very similar to what he had seen on Bu'la's face before his death.
But the Perfectionist didn't give Sika time to understand what was happening. He jumped up, trying to bite him, while Sika tried to strangle him.
Sika screamed, "You son of a bitch! Get away! What's wrong with you?" Get away from me!
There was a wooden stick or pole that Sika always kept next to the sofa. He tried to pull it with his foot while trying to push the other player's body away from him. He finally managed to grab the stick with his hand, and then, holding it with both hands, he tried to pull the player's neck away. As soon as the player lost his balance, he fell next to Sika. Sika took advantage of this and immediately got up. He knew that the person in front of him wasn't human, and he knew he had no chance of winning this fight with his bare hands.
The player started to get up again, but Sika didn't give him a chance, bringing the stick down on his head several times while the player roared like a monster or a madman. He stood there amidst Sika's terror, until the stick broke. He heard the player's shoulder bones crack as he smashed it against him, but the player showed no sign of flinching or pain.
The player was blocking the door with his body, so Sika had no chance to escape. So he rushed to the kitchen to find the cleaver while the player chased after him. The sound of Sika's terrified breaths screamed High in the air, knowing that finding the cleaver was his only hope. He saw the cleaver was an arm's length away, or less, and reached out, but felt a sharp pain at his foot. His hand touched the cleaver after he jumped and threw it down, twisting himself around.
While the player lay on the ground, he pulled Sika's foot towards him. Sika landed on his arm with the cleaver, and at the same moment, the player moved his hand to the right, hoping to catch Sika's foot better. The cleaver landed on his fingers, severing some of them.
But that wasn't the terrifying part. The player's lack of feeling or concern was the truly frightening thing, for he knew he was facing another creature. Sika pulled his foot away in terror and tried to jump over the body, but it was too large to jump over without landing on his foot, at least because it was in a passageway between the kitchen and the living room.
Here was his chance. The player was still looking at his foot as if it were a chicken's leg he wanted to eat. He landed on his neck, severing a part of it, and continued several more times. He screamed, blood splattering all around him.
He cried from the horror of the situation, from the terror and his exhaustion, then his laughter turned hysterical, as if he had escaped a horror movie—a very slim chance for someone like him to survive, especially since he had always seen the greedy, evil person die first. He laughed while crying and shedding tears at the same time. His hands and legs were still trembling, and the adrenaline was still coursing through his body. He screamed in terror when he saw the player's fingers move and brought the cleaver down on them until he was sure they were still. Then he looked towards the door and rushed towards it.
As soon as he stepped out of the building and into his car, removing the cleaver with his hand, the looks of terror from everyone who saw him rose.
He drove to a police officer he knew from high school, who was at the police station where Ryan, Adel, and Omar were. But as soon as he arrived, things were very strange; the station doors were locked, with people still inside, for no apparent reason.
Then I heard Gunshots inside the station.
Sika turned towards one of the blind spots in the station and climbed the wall, trying to understand what was happening.
Here, he was shocked to find someone in the middle of the station, in the same condition as the bodybuilder.
What shocked him even more was that a policeman had been shot by another before he could bite him.
Sika couldn't believe his eyes. He got out and moved away from the station, knowing that the place was on the verge of disaster.
He went to his car, looking at the cleaver and the remaining blood in the rearview mirror, noticing some drops of blood on his face. He decided to try to escape; things were coming to an end.