Relax, it's not mine.
A Man’s PrideFriday, 13 April. 0225hrs.
Singapore
Catherine
“You able to walk?” Allen asked Catherine gently.
“No problem, I should be able to run if needed.” Catherine said in response.
“Then let us run back to my home before …”
He did not get to finish his sentence, as a spear brutally introduced itself into his stomach.
“NOOOOOOOO…………” Catherine screamed, her voice slicing through the once-peaceful midnight air.
Behind Allen, a group which both of them cannot fight off: the Seconds and Thirds have arrived. There were at least thirty of them, each one with more contorted bodily features and bursting muscles than the last.
With the spear still in his midsection, he calmly unsheathed his blade and went on at the impossible task of killing all of them with the efficiency of a robot.
Tears fell swiftly from Catherine’s face, as the wound on Allen’s body was bleeding profusely. She cried for his pain; she moaned for his effort, and she prayed for his safety. He stumbled from a strong blow, falling down next to Catherine.
“Stop it! You’re going to kill yourself!” Catherine shouted.
“I… made my choice on defending you. I have to live by this code. As long as I still breathe, I will… protect you.” he muttered to her, forcefully standing back up, sword gripped tightly between both hands.
His ragged breath was accompanied by the sounds of cutting through flesh, black blood dancing across, the floor mixing with both his blood and theirs. Yet he still fights on, upholding his pride.
Protecting her.
