Free Web NovelChapter 134: You’ll Be All Right
"You’ll be all right, son. You’ll be all right." His parents muttered as they reached out their bloody hands to wipe the tears streaming down his face.
Those words repetitively rang in Hajime’s head, and somehow, they gave him the strength to wake up from the hellish nightmare. He had only been unconscious for a few seconds when he should’ve been at death’s door after all the injuries incurred on him.
’Of course, I’ll be all right. I’ve never been better.’ Hajime thought to himself. Because his face was swollen, his eyes had already deformed into slits, and he could barely see what was happening in front of him. He did recognize Shelly and the others standing in front of Megumi. For some reason, they were shielding Megumi from something.
That’s when his gaze landed on Ricardo, who had been stepping on his right hand all this time. Wearing a murderous expression, he aimed a gun at Shelly, coaxing her to let Megumi go as if she was holding Megumi hostage. The irony.
"I said, let the girl go, Shelly." Slight panic was present in Ricardo’s voice as he spoke. However, there was no shred of hesitation in his eyes. One wrong move and Shelly would receive a bullet to the forehead.
Shelly didn’t budge. She continued holding onto Megumi’s wrist while facing Ricardo head-on.
"Ricardo," A lump formed on Shelly’s throat, not because she was about to cry, but because she was genuinely frightened of the gun pointed at her. The guards didn’t assume that such was the case though since Shelly’s expression clearly displayed a betrayal.
"Ricardo, you dare point a gun at me?! You. Dare. Point. A. Gun. At. Me?!" She pounded her index finger on her chest as she spoke.
"That won’t work on me, Shelly; you know it won’t," Ricardo responded. He still didn’t put the gun down.
However, Shelly had bought enough time, and Hajime had finally gathered his last ounce of strength to grab Ricardo by the ankle. "I said we’re not done talking yet, bastard."
Everyone gasped for a second time after seeing Hajime still alive. After the beating he had suffered, they had concluded that he was dead, or rather, on the verge of death. But seeing him grab Ricardo by the ankle proved otherwise, and they stared at him as if they’d witnessed a ghost.
"What was that?" Ricardo chuckled at the ridiculous situation he was forced in. He believed that he had beaten Hajime to a pulp, and yet he still had the energy to grab him by the ankle with his left hand.
"I said we’re not done talking yet, you deaf bastard." Hajime raised his voice, but his words were barely understandable since it sounded like he was gurgling blood and saliva.
Letting go of Hajime’s right hand, Ricardo now stepped on Hajime’s forearm, stomping on it so he would let go of his ankle. Since he was numb to pain, Hajime disregarded his left hand. Instead, he reached out his already-broken right hand and grabbed the knife which was thrown out of his hand the last time. With one swing, he stabbed Ricardo in the thigh and prompted himself up.
Ricardo let out a pained scream as a deep gash was inflicted on his thigh. He tried to shake off Hajime, but he was like a cockroach crawling on his skin. Now, his left hand was free, and Hajime didn’t waste this chance to grab Ricardo by his belt.
Out of panic, Ricardo started pounding on Hajime’s head with the pistol’s grip. A huge wound started appearing on Hajime’s forehead, but he didn’t lose consciousness. His adrenaline was working over time, and he was fueled by pure rage alone.
After gaining a handhold on Ricardo’s pants, Hajime then stabbed Ricardo in the stomach, twisting the knife before pulling it out. Ricardo screamed as his intestine limply hung from the wound.
But Hajime didn’t stop there.
While Ricardo continuously tried to bash his skull in, he was working his way up, stabbing him as he goes. Hajime was proud of his rebelliously thick skull, and he was fairly certain that Ricardo had no chance of knocking him unconscious at this point.
For his final stretch, Hajime stabbed Ricardo in the shoulder, gaining another handhold. With his broken left hand, he grabbed Ricardo by the collar.
"Now we can talk a little better, you son of a—"
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Hajime didn’t finish what he was saying. Somehow, he managed to fool Ricardo with the knife in his right hand, and he didn’t notice his left hand at all. While he was climbing his way up. He had already gotten another taser from his pocket, and before Ricardo could pound on his head for the umpteenth time, he turned it on with the maximum voltage and pressed it against Ricardo’s neck.
While the struggle was a sight to behold, it didn’t happen in an instant. In fact, the guards had plenty of time to step in to pull Hajime out of the way, but they were too frozen in fear that they couldn’t move a single step.
Of course, since Hajime was holding onto Ricardo as well, he too, took the full brunt of the electricity. But it didn’t matter. If he was going down, then he might as well take Ricardo with him as well. Now, it had become a showdown on who could outlast the other while being electrocuted.
"Why are you doing this? No one will come here to save you. You’re dead meat anyway. I’m going to kill you as I did your parents." Ricardo gritted his teeth.
Of course, Hajime was well aware of this fact. But deep inside, he believed that Franz and his father would get here just in time with the authorities with them. He had done everything to buy some time. While his attempt at rescuing Megumi was a failure, he could tell that she wasn’t hurt. He was just in time, and he managed to save her, at least at that moment he did.
"HAJIME!" Megumi screamed, her voice cracking as she got out of her binds. She rushed towards Hajime, reaching out her hand out of desperation.
Because of the scene, Hajime was a moment too late to notice that Ricardo had pointed the gun right at his neck. His eyes widened.
BAM!
