As he picked up speed, the shatterd glass on the floor broke into even more pieces under his boot in a quite, sharp 'CRUCH'. The noise barely registerd to his mind, yet the glass breaking under his boot was enough for a thought to echo in his mind 'Oh god, oh god, what the hell am I doing?! This is suicide—No, this is worse than suicide, this is some horror movie dumbass logic—' A drop of sweat traveled down his temple, onto his neck. His mouth opened slightly, agape, his brows less furrowed than before and with no wall behind him that could stop him, A quick turn of his ankle shifted his whole body around.
Just as he turned his eyes landed on the door, his sweaty hands moved back and forth wildly as he ran. His foot splashed into the vomit of the man on the floor, splashing the vomit in the laying mans face, some drops landing back onto his mouth.
As he ran his foot hit the mans hand—which held his weight, his face fell into his own vomit, just as another regugarating sound reverbeated from his mouth—Yet just as he reached the door, without halting or looking back he brought his shoulder in front of him slamming into the door shoulder-first with a loud 'THUMP' just as he grabbed the handle of the door, in one desperate motion the door flew open.
Just as the door flew open—his momentum worked against him—as he fell into the hallway face-first. The door hit the wall with a loud 'THACK'. His trembling hands slammed into the ground, his nose close enough to touch the ground. His hands desperately clawed at the ground trying to get himself up, as his legs pushed him forward like an animal. Clawing yet trying he somehow got up while still trying to run, and with a final look behind he saw two men—katanas in hand, running towards the man in red and black jacket, just as the door swinged shut from the momentum of his escape.
The loud noise of the door echoed across the room as the door slammed open and shut. The noise was loud enough to draw attention, yet non paid attention to it except for the woman at the other end of the room, her gun stayed aimed at the man in the middle, but her rage turned toward the man who fled. "Get back here, coward!!!" she shouted, her teeth clenched hard enough to make a vein bulge at her temple.
Two men ran towards me, one had his katana in hand by his side the other had it raised above his head. The man behind the oak-table shot a bullet once more, i dodged, jumping to the right. Barely missing the bullet by a hairs length i felt the heat of the bullet as it flew past my face just below my left eye. Mid jump i half-crouched, my boots touched the ground, the jump slightly slided me back for a brief moment across the room, yet in the same moment the man with his katana above his head was almost behind me.
I jumped again—backwards, just as my boot touched the ground—and slammed into the man behind me, the back of my head hit his nose and something wet splashed onto my head. At the same time i heard a sharp yet quiet 'CRUNCH', even before the man could sound the moans of pain he was in i slammed my elbow into the mans broken, already bleeding nose.
This time an even sharper yet louder CRUNCH echoed—Blood splatterd from his nose, the strike turned his nose almost completely to the side, shattering his bone even more—almost immediatly the man fell backwards. Blood ran down his nose, over his agape mouth, some dripped into his lower teeth and jaw, and some onto the ground just as his watery eyes were tearing up.
I was about to strike, but through my prephiral vision i noticed the second man had gotten almost dangerously close. His sword pointed straight forward, one hand held his sword, the other behind the hilt. The man in the black suit that stood in front of the oak-table was opening the double-glass door to the helipad behind the oak table, where the target was—Oddly enough was still sitting instead of running, his gun still pointed at me yet he had only fired twice.
Two men stood in the path between me and the target. One slightly skinny, He wore a sleveless shirt, two small chains dangling form his shoulder. On each of his hand i saw—thanks to the moonlight filtering in from the broken window—a dark-silver colored brass kuckles, each protruding with a seriously sharp spike. While the others were tense he had a relaxed posture and a slight smirk on his face as he stared at me, his arms folded in front of his chest.
The first thing i noticed about the other man was the lack of hair on his head, as he stood wearing a dark and purple colored sleeveless gi, a stick—possibly wooden—in his hand and another hand behind his back. His brows furrowed, his eyes half closed. Yet neither of them moved or did anythng to stop me—at least anything i had noticed so far—Instead just stood there in the path between me and the target.
Just in time, i noticed the woman on the other end of the room—to the right of the two men blocking my path—her gun aimed at me as she was about to pull the trigger. 'Fuck.' My brows furrowed in concentration, as i willed the barely formed blade suspended in the air towards the woman with the gun—who was taking her time trying to aim at me, perhaps to not hit her friends or get a bettter shot—every piece that linked to the blade moved in a slightly curved arc to the left side of the room, towards the gun-wielding woman.
The woman saw the blade flying towards her, Her eyes widened. She tried to pull back her arms and jump to the side. "N—" Before her feet could even leave the ground the sword had reached her outstreched arms which held the gun. And in one swift motion the half-formed end of the blade sliced through her arms and bones. Spraying out blood for second, then less onto the ground from the left arm, its bone visible, cleanly cut through as the meat pulsed still with blood.
Her knees hit the ground as she screamed. "AHHHH!!! MY HAN—" Before she could finish, the half-formed sword turned back, spining and sliced through her mought from the side, cleaving through her cheek and out the other side, cleanly. She made no sound as her severd head yet it remained stayed on her shoulders. Her eyes unblinking, her breath stopped, the pain in her severd arms no more as she sat there on her knees, blood driping out her seved cheeks and mouth form all sides, like a slow waterfall.
Her right arm, still half-attached by a slab of flesh, sliced, faced down towards the ground limp, useless, cleaved half through still holding the gun in her hand, her left hand's fingers still held onto the gun. finall touched the floor as life ebbed away from her body. The gun hit the floor with a Clank, still in her hand just as the severd dark hair of her head that once reached her waist fell on to the floor, severed by the blade.
At the same time as the gun hit the floor, I grabbed the falling man by his hair and with a quick pull of my hand and threw him onto the coming sword. At the same time i jumped above and over the disorianted man as he was pierced by the mans katana. The katana wielding mans eyes had widened, his teeth clenched yet his lips pulled back in shock. His feet trying to halt his momentum perhaps because of what he was about to do—yet willing or not his momentum carried him forward, the distance between the falling body and the sword too close to avoid.
I landed onto the ground behind the man's right shoulder. The sword had almost lodged halfway into his stomach, but hadn't fully gone through his stomach, yet. His jaw lowerd—mouth open, perhaps to scream but only a sudden gasp came out. "AGHH!!" his hands flew to the sword that had pierced his stomach grabbing the sharp side of the katana—the pain in his stomach too much to notice the blood dripping from the hand that grabbed the katana. His body arcing forward, his eyes looked down at the sword lodged halfway into his stomach.
The katana wielding mans eyes opened—almost unnaturally, his brows slightly narrowed in surprise as his mouth agaped, yet his hands still held on to the hilt of the katana—perhaps out of shock. The pierced man spoke, his voice barely a whisper as if just opening his mouth was costing him his breath. "L-Le—" Before he could finish the word coming out of his mouth. I put a hand on the mans right shoulder and pushed him forward—Deeper onto the sword.
The man went deeper onto the sword, as blood slowly became visible through his cloths traveling down his back and stomach, pooling down onto the ground, yet he still stood on his barely trembling legs. His stomach almost touching the hilt of the sword in the man's hand. He pulled his face up to look at the man face that had pierce his stomach, his mouth opened, just as he was about to speak a slight sigh escaped, his face dropped onto the man's shoulder.
His hand let go of the blade of the katana lodged in his stomach and with a swift motion i jumped forward. Letting go of the now man's shoulder and brought my other half of the sword forward. The man that wielded the katana stood there, unmoving as a slight tear appeared in his left eye as he looked ahead. I grabbed the katana wielding man's hair, mid-jump and with the sword in my right hand swinged it at the mans neck, barely above the dead mans hair, cutting them slightly in the process as it reached his throat.
Splitting his throat, his hair in my hand holding his head. His body leaking blood out of his throat and into the air in a rythm once and then slowed, trying to reach a brain that wasn't there anymore. The katana wielding mans body finally gave up and let go of it, just as he did both of the dead men's bodies hit the floor almost at once, on top of eachother the man peirced by the katana lay atop the one that had wielded it spilling his blood on to the man below.