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Joseph quickly turns on the light and standing before his bed covered in blood was a man with rough brown hair and rough short beards, Oliver.
"Wh...what the hell Oliver! what are you doing!?" Joseph exclaims.
"Were you the cause of all that noise?" He questions.
"I see, so you heard?" Oliver asks.
"Of course I heard, it's in my fucking compound!" Joseph replies.
"But you remained calm enough to lay peacefully on your bed because you trusted them well enough right?" Olivers says.
"Well, I most certainly didn't expect you'd come through the window...Guards!" Joseph yells out.
As Joseph yells two guards come bursting through his bedroom door.
Both tall and muscular.
Well built bodyguards each double the size of Oliver.
Three other guards also follow behind these two.
Though not as huge as the other two they were also well built, around the height of Oliver.
"Ahhh, I see, if I was going to come in through the normal way I'd have had to face them." Oliver says.
"I don't know what you were planning but since you have a death wish I will gladly grant it to you, kill him!" Joseph orders the guards.
Oliver readies his stance and as soon as they move, he tries to bypass them to get to Joseph.
It seemed like he had no plans of fighting them, as long as he could get Joseph he wouldn't mind dying there after.
He almost reached him but a kick to his abdomen stops him and whips him away slamming him against the wall.
Following the kick was an aggressive charge from one of the huge guards.
Oliver quickly dodges it.
As he dodges that he is attacked from behind by the other huge guard.
He grabs Oliver from behind hugging him tightly.
The other three come forward to attack Oliver.
Oliver quickly head butts the nose of the guard holding him with the back of his head.
The guard doesn't let him go at first but with the second head butt still to his nose the guard lets him go.
As he lands he pulls out another scalpel and almost like a crazed surgeon, he slides through the necks of the three guards like butter.
Slashing their trachea and carotids blood sprays everywhere as Joseph is filled with horror cramped up on his bed.
Oliver was distracted for a moment and got a heavy blow to his jaw from one of the two huge guards which destabilizes him.
He falls backwards but immediately tries to get back on his feet.
As he tries to get on his feet he notices his balance was off.
"Fuck! That was heavy." He utters as he tries to regain balance.
But of course the two guards don't let him.
They rush at him.
It became a dog fight.
Both guards attacking viciously.
Oliver dodging and trying to counter.
They hit each other heavily.
At a point they were panting and were all bleeding, the three men.
Joseph could not believe that one man, Oliver brought down three of his finest guards and is now standing toe to toe against his two top guards.
Oliver's scalpels were broken.
He had only one left.
He needed to get Joseph.
One of the guards reaches for him.
Oliver dodges and grabs the hand of the guard pulling him in.
As pulls the guard in and he greets the guards face hard with his knee and then proceeds to use his two hands and one knee to break that arm.
The guard screams in pain as Oliver stabs his last scalpel through his neck and lets him go.
He drops to the floor bleeding and gagging.
Oliver sees his chance and dashes at Joseph but before he could reach Joseph the second guard with a broken nose spears him from the side and takes him to the ground.
He begins to land punches on Oliver.
Oliver was not in a good situation at this point.
The guard kept pounding his fist into Oliver's face and ribs until he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his back.
He stops, turns and sees a kitchen knife lodged into his back, and standing behind him trembling and tearing up was Diana, the daughter of the one he was protecting.
"R...Run Oliver!" She says as she pulls out the knife and points it at the guard.
"Run away now you dumb fuck!" Diana yells again.
Oliver manages to get to his feet and moving as fast as he could while limping he proceeded to leave the room.
As he got up he locked eyes with Diana, both staring at each other until he left the room.
He leaves and walks all the way to a bridge.
He was seriously wounded.
He had broken ribs and he was bleeding from his mouth, face and arms.
His shirt torn and stained heavily with blood.
Joseph was surprised that Oliver was able to do that but what he should have been surprised about was that a malnourished Oliver was still able to pull that off... what if...
Oliver sits on the ground at the edge of the bridge, his back leaning against the parapet.
He sits there in the cold staring into the starry night sky.
"Guess what mom, I failed you again, I couldn't even finish him.
I guess my skills got rusty after you made me quit the underground arena.
I'm sorry mom, I killed people again today, I know I promised not to again but...
I'm such a failure, I...I think I should come join you mom, maybe all this pain would stop.
How am I supposed to live without you?
Who am I supposed to hold on to when I'm down?
You are the only one that held me together, I would have long turned into something else if not for you...
It's not even been two hours, I miss you mom..."
The cold wind blew and he slowly closes his eyes.
"O... Oliver?" That soft voice again calls out to him.
Slowly he opens his eyes and turns to see Diana standing in the cold.
This time she had no jacket on, just her purple night gown and slippers in the cold.
She held the same bag she was with in the hospital.
'What is she doing here?' Oliver thinks to himself.
"I...I...You need to go to a hospital, let me..."
"Please leave me alone Diana, I'm not in a state for your mockery right now." Oliver says cutting her off.
"No, I'm just trying to..."
"To what, to help? Isn't it your fault I'm in this state right now?" Oliver says cutting her off again.
"N...No...no don't say that, I...I was..."
"You were what, led by your father?
You wanna say you didn't have a choice?
You want to say you couldn't go against your father?
All excuses Diana...
You betrayed us Diana, you betrayed me." Oliver voices, cutting her off again.
His voice was filled with so much anger and bitterness.
He was the one angry here but suddenly...
"You rejected me Oliver!!!" Diana yells out.
Her voice filled with so much emotion.
"You called off our engagement, I wasn't good enough for you.
I loved you Oliver..."
"So that's why you decided to punish me huh?" Oliver questions.
No response.
Silence swept through with the cool breeze.
"I broke off our engagement because it seemed like your father was forcing it on you." Oliver says, his voice softer this time.
"That is true but, I wanted it." Diana replies.
"You don't usually speak this much Diana, why are you here?" Oliver asks.
'Because I'm speaking to you, the one I...' Diana says in her head, she doesn't say it out.
"I just want to help Oliver" Diana says.
Oliver bursts into laughter and then begins coughing.
"Fuck off bitch!" He curses as he stops coughing.
"After all you've done to us? I don't know what you are playing at but I'm not gonna fall for it.
You think I'd believe that you care?
You are still a bitch Diana, a rotten one, please fuck off." Oliver says with his gaze to the sky.
Diana stands in the cold shivering with her head down.
She throws the bag in her hand beside Oliver.
"That's two hundred thousand dollars, do with it as you please, I hate you Oliver!" Diana says as she turns and leaves.
"Finally some peace." Oliver says.
The cold breeze swept through.
There were no cars passing by, neither was there a single soul out, just a lonely dieng man sitting in the cold.
"I guess this is it, I'm coming mother.
Ahh, I forgot about Ariel, she's probably going to be really sad.
I'm sorry Ariel, hopefully you or the police find my body first and maybe you could keep this money.
Tonight is supposed to be Christmas eve, I never really believed in that stuff but Mom always said we should pray for a Christmas miracle, maybe Ariel could receive one, I hope she lives a good life...
Ahhh, it's so peaceful, is this death?..."
"Huh? why the sudden change in temperature.
It's not hot but it's not as cold as it was a moment ago." David thinks to himself.
From a distance he could hear someone calling out to him.
'Hmmm? and that voice... Mom???'
His eyes swing wide open revealing a beautiful spacious living room.
'Huh? this place, isn't this our previous mansion?'
"Oliver? Did you hear me?" A voice question.
A pleasant and soft voice.
A voice that made Oliver's heart shake.
Oliver turns towards the voice and his eyes light up as he sees this person.
"Mom???"