Chapter 8 - The Viper's Strike
The sharp, burning agony of the cold steel completely tore through my side, stealing all the oxygen from my lungs.
I collapsed onto the hard concrete floor, desperately pressing my hands against the bleeding wound to stop the massive hemorrhage.
Julian laughed a deeply cruel, absolutely unapologetic laugh as he casually wiped the bloody knife on his expensive, ruined trousers.
He proudly explained that he had struck a secret, secondary deal with my father while I was crawling through the ventilation shaft.
If Julian successfully delivered my dead body to my father, he would be completely allowed to keep exactly half of his original corporate empire.
He aggressively kicked my injured ribs, completely enjoying the sick, twisted sense of power he had finally reclaimed.
He confidently raised the bloody knife high above his head, fully preparing to deliver the final, completely fatal strike to my heart.
I looked desperately around the dimly lit hallway, entirely knowing that nobody was coming to save me this time.
I violently grabbed a heavy, discarded fire extinguisher from the floor and aggressively smashed it directly into Julian's kneecap.
Julian screamed in absolute agony as his leg completely shattered, causing him to instantly drop the deadly knife.
I ignored the blinding pain in my bleeding side and frantically scrambled away from his violently thrashing body.
I grabbed the heavy combat knife from the concrete floor and quickly staggered toward the main emergency stairwell.
Julian aggressively dragged his broken body across the floor, screaming violent, terrifying curses at my retreating back.
I pushed forcefully through the heavy fire doors and began climbing the long, steep concrete staircase toward the surface level.
Every single step felt like a massive, agonizing mountain, my vision completely blurring from the severe, continuous blood loss.
I finally reached the heavy steel door at the very top of the stairs, desperately praying it was not locked from the outside.
I pushed the heavy handle with every single ounce of strength remaining in my trembling, exhausted body.
The heavy door violently burst open, completely blinding me with the bright, beautiful light of the early morning sun.
I stumbled out onto a massive, completely empty private airfield, completely surrounded by dense, towering pine trees.
A sleek, incredibly expensive private jet was sitting entirely idle on the runway, its jet engines loudly roaring to life.
I could clearly see my father elegantly walking up the metal stairs of the aircraft, fully preparing to completely abandon the country.
I raised the bloody knife and screamed his name with pure, unadulterated fury, refusing to let him escape his crimes.
May you like
My father slowly turned around on the metal stairs, completely shocked to see me standing there alive and heavily bleeding.
He calmly reached inside his tailored jacket, slowly pulling out a heavy, silver pistol and aiming it directly at my chest.
