Chương 87: 87. Extravagant Encounters Part 2
Spence's POV:
He was bleeding from every corner of his body, as the blood accumulated in a certain corner to form a pool around him. The air now smelled metallic, along with the stench of burning gunpowder. I gagged inside the cupboard, as the air around me was becoming denser.
"Boss, he died." One of the lackeys muttered as they stared at him. They all seemed to be disgusted, like they had seen a stray bird being crushed under a speeding car.
"Do something about him." Allen muttered as he pinched his nose to avoid the stench of drying blood.
My heart beat raced as I saw them walk towards me. Due to which, I started getting hiccups. Loud ones. I looked towards the metal doors, as I heard them creak. My breathing rate was going lower by the minute. I felt that I could collapse at any moment.
"Boss, let's leave this place. The police must be on patrol." He said, pointing his finger to a window near the door. I heard the loud siren of a police car pass by.
'Please help me.' I muttered softly under my breath, hoping that they would hear me. Which certainly wasn't possible in that situation.
However, something else did happen for sure.
The boss and the lackeys suddenly became very proactive and scrambled towards the door, stamping on Paul's lifeless body in that process. I saw him arch his back as a groan escaped his mouth.
Keeping my gaze fixated on the door, I noticed the lackeys surrounding the boss, who was now confronting two people at the entrance of the house.
'Who is it?' I asked to myself.
Squinting my eyes to see clearly, I realized those two people were policeman, interrogating Allen.
"What are you kids doing here?" One of them asked, swaying his wooden stick around.
"Sir, we were here to meet our friend." He said, with in a high pitched voice.
"What happened there?" He said, looking around at the scene behind them.
'Ah yes! They'll finally free me.' I said to myself.
Suddenly, Allen pressed himself against a policeman and muttered something in his ears, patting the back pocket of his pants. The officer smiled.
"You should have told me before, sir. Enjoy your time here." His tone changed.
My eyes widened in surprise as I saw the officers leave. They were his hounds too. After all, he was the son of a rich man.
"Boss, where do we go now?" The lackeys questioned as they heaved a sigh of relief.
"Let's leave this dog to die here. We have no more business with him anyway."
Those words set my blood boiling. I wanted to go out and spit at their pathetic faces, slashing their filthy bodies into shreds. Most importantly, I wanted to rip out their icy cold hearts and throw them into a furnace to melt them. However, that wasn't possible in this life at least.
However, things were seeming to work out how I wanted them to.
I saw the boss and his lackeys leave, shutting the metal door behind themselves. I waited for a couple of minutes before I made sure that no one was there in the room. Pushing the almost broken cupboard door with my weak hands, I managed to get out. The air was now getting lighter and more manageable.
"Paul!" I exclaimed out loud as I slumped on the floor, staring at the ghastly sight.
It was Paul collapsed on the floor, with blood now flowing in the grout of the tiles. I wiped his face, which was now covered with dirt and soot from their shoes. Picking up his almost smashed head in my arms, I began to weep. I placed my finger to check if he was breathing, just in case.
It wasn't a bad idea at all. He was breathing but it was a bare minimum.
"Spence!" He suddenly spoke up. "I am... sorry to have... used you."
"Used me?" I asked back in wonder.
"Yes... I used you... As a living... Proof against... The D' Souzas."
I couldn't put the thoughts in my head. My mind began to wander.
"What do you mean by using me?" I asked in a raspy voice.
"I too was... violated by him. There... are many... others besides me... too." His words were now seemed valuless, almost as if they had lost their weight in my eyes.
"So you also used me?" Tears resurfaced in my eyes. "Mom was right. The world will use poor people like me as pawns in a game of chess. When we are not required, they would sacrifice us. Times would come when we become the kings of the game. That's when the tables would turn."
"There's one more thing... I did for you." He said as his mouth was suddenly filled with blood. Spitting it out he continued, "They never leave their subjects... Alive. I wanted to... Save you... Because you reminded me of my... Own self." His struggle to speak increased, as I noticed his limbs as they began to tremble.
"In the name of God, Son and Holy Trinity." Were the last words that escaped his mouth, as he collapsed the next moment, now lying lifeless.
A scream escaped my mouth, enough to pierce through layers of heavens. First my mom and now him.
God was never fair in the first place, was he?
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