Barfi's eyes snapped open the instant cold metal touched his cheek 🧊💉.
A long, thin needle hovered inches from his face.
The psycho leaned in far too close—
Barfi could smell his breath 🤢.
Stale. Acidic.
Like someone who laughed too much at pain.
The man's neck twitched every few seconds ⚡—sharp, broken movements, like a machine failing to reboot.
Beside him, still tied to a chair, Walter whispered urgently:
"Doctor… I don't think this man passed medical school." 😐
The psycho's smile stretched wider 😈.
"Your fear," he whispered,
"is delicious."
Barfi swallowed hard 😰, eyes locked on the needle.
"Sir… please," he stammered,
"don't take my blood. I need it." 🩸🙏
The psycho giggled, spinning the needle slowly between his fingers, admiring it like a toy 🪡✨.
"Oh, it's not blood I want," he said cheerfully.
"I'm testing your reflexes."
Walter raised his hand as much as the rope allowed ✋.
"For reflex test," he suggested politely,
"you can throw a ball. No stabbing required." ⚽
The psycho ignored him.
He leaned closer.
The needle glinted under the flickering bulb 💡.
Barfi squeezed his eyes shut—
💥 ENTRY OF THE HAWK 💥
CRASH! 💥
The window behind them exploded.
Glass rained across the room like ice ❄️🪟.
A dark figure burst through the frame, rolled, rose in one smooth motion—
Gun raised.
Eyes burning 🔥.
HAWK.
"MOVE AWAY FROM THEM!" Hawk roared, gun aimed straight at the psycho's forehead 🔫😠.
Relief slammed into Barfi's chest 💓.
"H-Hawk!?"
Walter yelled at full volume:
"WE ARE KIDNAPPED FOR THE 12TH TIME THIS YEAR ALSO IN CANADA!" 🇨🇦😱
The psycho tilted his head, fascinated 🤨.
"Ooooooh… the famous Hawk," he said softly.
"The police dog."
Hawk fired a warning shot 💥.
The psycho didn't flinch.
Instead, he slowly lowered the needle…
And smiled wider 😁.
"I like you."
He snapped his fingers 👆.
🎪 THE CIRCUS ARRIVES 🎪
BANG! BANG!
Doors burst open 🚪💥.
Psychos poured in from every direction—
🪓 Laughing
⛓️ Dragging chains
🔪 Swinging knives
🏏 Wielding bats
Painted faces.
Jerky movements.
Unstable eyes 👁️🗨️.
Madness everywhere.
Hawk cursed under his breath.
"Great. An entire circus." 😤
Walter shouted urgently:
"Doctor! Hold your breath! They can smell fear!" 😨
Barfi whispered back:
"Sir… I AM fear."
🔫 HAWK UNLEASHED 🔫
Hawk launched forward.
Controlled bursts 💥💥—
legs, arms, shoulders.
Not to kill.
To create space.
Psychos screamed and rushed him anyway.
Hawk rolled 🤸♂️, dodged, kicked one knee sideways 🦵💥, elbowed another in the jaw, spun, fired again.
Barfi stared in awe 😲.
"He's fighting like an action hero…"
Walter nodded seriously.
"Yes. Meanwhile, Doctor, you look like a potato tied to a chair." 🥔
Barfi growled.
"Thank you, sir."
Hawk slid across the floor, grabbed a fallen crowbar 🧰, and hurled it with perfect aim—
CRACK!
It sliced through the rope binding Walter.
"YOU'RE FREE!" Hawk shouted.
"UNTIE BARFI!"
Walter jumped up instantly.
"On it!" 🏃♂️
🤦 WALTER MOMENT 🤦
But Walter being Walter—
Instead of untying Barfi immediately…
He kicked a psycho in the shin 🦵💥.
"HEY!"
"DON'T COME NEAR MY DOCTOR!" 😡
"WALTER, PRIORITIZE!" Barfi screamed.
"Oh yes! Sorry sorry!" 😅
Walter rushed back and began untying Barfi with shaking fingers.
Behind them, Hawk fought five psychos alone.
Knives slashed 🔪.
Bats swung 🏏.
"HURRY UP!" Hawk roared.
"Almost!" Walter yelled.
A bat swung toward Walter's head—
He ducked out of pure terror 😱—
The bat smashed Barfi's chair instead 💥.
Barfi hit the floor hard 😵.
"Sir! I am free but in pain!"
Walter yanked him up roughly.
"Pain is temporary! Life is permanent!"
"That is not medically accurate!" 😫
🏃♂️ RUN 🏃♂️
Hawk grabbed Barfi's arm.
"MOVE!"
They ran.
Gunfire echoed 💥💥.
Narrow hallways.
Flickering bulbs.
Rusty chains rattling ⛓️.
Psychos chased from every direction, screaming and laughing.
"WHY ARE THERE SO MANY!?" Barfi gasped.
"Tree House annual meeting!" Hawk yelled.
"OF COURSE THEY'RE ALL HERE!"
Walter added helpfully:
"Yes, Doctor, it's like Comic-Con…"
"but for murderers." 😐
🌀 THE STAIRS 🌀
A spiral staircase loomed upward 🌀.
"UP! GO UP!" Hawk shouted.
They sprinted.
Below them—
Psychos climbed after them:
🧟 Crawling on all fours
😆 Laughing
🗣️ Chanting
🤤 Foaming
Walter glanced down.
"Doctor… they look like discount zombies."
"STOP LOOKING AND RUN!" Barfi screamed.
Hawk kicked one psycho off the stairs 💥, grabbed Barfi's collar, and dragged him upward.
🔥 THE ARMORY 🔥
They burst into the lighthouse's middle floor.
Broken weapons lined the walls 🧱.
Practice dummies stood torn and stabbed 🥋.
Old gear everywhere.
Walter gasped.
"A junior training room!"
Hawk tossed him a shotgun 🔫.
"If it moves," he barked,
"shoot it!"
He grabbed a machine gun and checked the ammo.
Barfi stared at a small pistol on the table.
He picked it up carefully 🤲.
Hawk glanced at him.
"You know how to use it?"
Barfi shook his head.
"No."
Hawk pointed it at a dummy.
"Then stay away from me."
Walter pumped the shotgun proudly.
"Doctor… this is going to be fun."
Barfi whimpered.
"FUN FOR WHO!?"
🚪 THE NEXT WAVE 🚪
BANG!
The door burst open.
Psychos charged in screaming.
The fight wasn't over.
It was just beginning.