Muffled screams escaped the mouth of Agent clove as she was roughly dragged by three fierce-looking armed men.
Everything had happened too fast.
She was standing right behind Nash, about to suggest a plan of attack just before she was captured. It was very swift and silent. Not a time for her to even make a sound to signal Nash before she passed out.
"Hnnng!"
Clove shook her hand angrily, trying to break free from their grasp but instead, her bone gave a cracking sound in response.
The men dragged her through a dark hallway. A room coming in view
Seeing the door to the room, goosebumps instantly crawled around Clove's skin. She was getting a very bad feeling. A weird aura that sickened her stomach. That room definitely had something dangerous and she wasn't planning on entering.
Her eyes gleamed with determination.
One on my right! Left! And behind me...
Her legs were dragging on the floor meaning her body was below them.
A perfect opportunity!
Clove swiftly planted her legs firmly on the ground, regaining her balance.
Her hands were held roughly but good thing they didn't chain them.
She lifted herself up, Her legs forming a V-shape in the air and powerfully kicked the faces of the men by her right and left.
"Arghh! Bitch!!" The two men yelled
The one from behind threw his arms forward in a wind-splitting punch but Clove instantly read him.
Her eyes moved quickly taking note of the details. The way he moved. His muscle contractions, the length of the swing.
The punch was basically a "piss-off punch." Swung without balance. Just a powerful wave of the hand swung with the force of his full body
Easy!
Clove ducked under the punch, letting it rest gently on her shoulders.
"aaaarrrhh!" She growled as she threw him over her shoulders, using his own power against him.
Kraaaack!
The man's head gave a cracking sound as it hit the floor. He convulsed and passed out instantly.
Before Clove could turn around, one of the men was already at her throat.
His hands gripped firmly on her throat and with a loud bang, he slammed her against the iron walls.
His hands gripped firmly on her throat, slamming her against the iron walls. The metallic clang echoed down the narrow hallway.
"Listen, agent! If you think you can escape this place, you're dreaming," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
Clove's chest heaved, her vision swimming. The walls danced in streaks of light as her eyes blurred, but even weakened, her mind raced.
She twisted sharply, shifting her weight, and jabbed an elbow back. The man grunted, stumbling, just enough for her to slip downward, narrowly avoiding his grip. She tried to push off the wall, legs shaky but steadying herself.
"You underestimate me," she spat, voice hoarse but defiant. Her fingers twitched, ready to snatch, grab, strike.
He lunged again, but this time Clove met him halfway, using his momentum against him. A swift pivot, a push, enough to stagger him—but not enough to bring him down.
Her knees felt weak. Her vision throbbed. The room tilted. Still, she forced herself to stay upright.
"You're fast… for a human," he muttered, circling her like a predator sizing up prey. "But this isn't a game you can win."
"for a human?"
Clove's mind cleared for a fraction of a second. She noticed the faint outline of a door across the room....the one she had feared before. The same room the HQ attacker had been in. That man was here, somewhere. Weirdly, her instincts screamed that he could be her only hope.....or her end.
Summoning the last of her strength, she planted her feet, pivoted, and aimed a sharp kick at his midsection. He staggered backward, surprised.
"Not bad," he said, smirking, regaining his balance. Then, suddenly, he punched.
Clove barely had time to raise her arms. The blow slammed into her side. Her knees buckled, vision spinning, eyes blurring. She dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, gasping for breath.
The men surrounding her grinned, sensing her weakness. One grabbed her roughly by the arms. The other two moved forward, shoving her toward the center of the room.
Through the haze, she saw him.
The same night demon from the HQ attack. He stood there near the door. His presence alone made the air feel heavier. Every instinct Clove had screamed at her:
The men shoved her forward. Her body hit the floor with a soft thump. She coughed, head spinning, but her eyes fixed on him.
The Night Demon's gaze met hers. Quiet, unreadable, dangerous.
Her hands trembled, but her resolve hardened. Even weakened, she wasn't done.
"You think you've won…" she whispered through clenched teeth, "…but I'm not finished."
Suddenly, the night demon's hands clicked on his sword
Clove closed her eyes, preparing for her end.
swiiiiiiiiish
It was just one sword. One strike but two heads rolling.
The night demon sheathed his katana again, everything happening in less than a second.
He had beheaded the men who brought her and to her horror, instead of red blood gushing out, it was black! Like coal
The night demon let out a sigh of relief.
Clove struggled to stand up. She glared at the night demon furiously, her eyes bloodshot
He began to walk towards her. Slowly.
Clove wriggled on the floor, pushing her frail body on the ground, and amid that, she noticed his eyes.
Sure, they were gold and purple as always but this time, it wasn't as emotionless and cold as it used to be. It was.... sad, worried.
"What....what do you want?!" Clove muttered.
When he got close enough, he knelt down beside her and gently scooped her into his arms.
She couldn't resist! Not because she didn't want to but right now, even lifting a finger was a hassle
Clove's breathing came in small gasps. She was losing consciousness now.
Odd enough, she felt a warm sense of comfort. His touch felt familiar and just before she passed out, she whispered
"who....are...you?"