Page 1 of Hate Me

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~Caspian~

TWO YEARS LATER

Meet your maker, fools.

Adrenaline pulsed through my system like hellfire.

Just like what I was raining down on these cretins now.

Bodies littered the floor of the small abandoned apartment building.

Well, what was supposed to have been abandoned.

Until they’d taken up residence here a few days ago.

A mistake they were paying for in pain and blood.

And their lives.

I slammed my elbow back into an opponent making the mistake of trying to sneak up on me from behind.

While I was in this state, there was absolutely no hope for him.

As he fell back choking, I roundhoused the one in front of me, propelling him into the door by the fire escape. The impact had it ripping off its hinges and him crashing down onto the harsh metal steps.

Before I could finish that, the one I’d had choking came at me with a roar, emboldened because one of his cohorts was now lunging at me from the left.

I did relish a challenge.

Although, calling them a challenge was rather generous.

I waited the split seconds for them to unwittingly move into the perfect position, then I drew a throwing knife from a sheath in my tactical pants and spun behind me, tossing it at the first fool who’d attempted such an underhanded move.

He stilled and lurched as it embedded in his throat, hitting his carotid artery dead-on.

As the other swung at me, I brought my arm down, deflected it, then bolted forward and yanked my knife out of the first’s throat. He gurgled as blood spurted, and I twisted and drove the blade into the femoral artery of his accomplice.

I ripped it out, then smashed my boot into his face and he went down hard on his back, right beside the other who was now collapsing to his knees and choking on his own blood.

They’d both be dead in moments.

I spun my knife in my hand and turned from them, stepping on the three other bodies lining the floor on my way toward the fire escape that my last target was currently stumbling down in a bid to run.

Running from a predator? Never a good idea.

Well, he’d obviously realized remaining to fight the likes of me wouldn’t fare well for him.

I stalked down the fire escape, taking my time and spinning my blade in my hand.

His harsh breathing and the clang of the fire escape sung through the night.

It was the only noise for a good mile or two, aside from the chirping of crickets in the distance.

He made it down the three stories, then foolishly stopped to look up, his eyes wide as he met mine, his body trembling with it. It was all over him.

He knew.

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