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18 The God of Drugs

18 The God of Drugs

I pant on the sword's hilt, freezing chills, muscles burn, My brain's splitting again! A man's laugh draws closer, "I've been hunting a traitor, but wow, I find an angel." He looks into my eyes, pleasant smile. I push off the blade, “I aim to surprise.” He simply walks and stabs me in the gut. I gasp and lean against him. "Damn, slow as molasses." He pushes me off the knife and I fall to the ground. Sword falls next to me. "A blade you can't even swing with your skinny frame." He stomps on my back, "Must be pretty damn important!" I gulp, "It's-" He works his boot into my back, I roar out my words, "It's my fathers!" "Why aren't you dead yet, son?" I shiver, "I still got shit to do." He laughs lightly, "Nah, you're on somethin' special." He takes his boot off me, leans his face in, sniffs. I reach into my jacket slow. "Nephilim blood?!" I inject myself and him at the same time. He jumps away and goes through it all, screams of pure agony. I get up as my body repairs itself at an insane rate. I snarl, "Yeahhhh, take it all in!" I pick up the sword and he turns to me, muscles enlarged, a huge smile. "You're so dumb! That's nothing to me!"

He rushes in, throwing a flurry punches. I keep dodging, Won't be long now. He catches up and tries to kick at my face. I block with the sword and kick him back. Shit! He stumbles a bit, shakes his head. C'mon! Freeze, have a headache! Something! He zooms in, I block as he grabs the blade. He pushes down on it, I groan under his weight, "You're so goddamn weak!" With a roar, he forces me to my knees. He knees my face. "Don't act tough now!" He does it again and I fall on my back. He straddles me with a grin, then forces the blade towards my throat, I grab the sides and push up as he digs his palms into the blade to make it happen. Why isn't he feeling anything!? Red drips onto my face, Lead?!

"You're so dumb! That's nothing to me!"

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He's- He painted red over his veins!? I swing my legs up and he flies over me. The sword slams to the floor as I roll to get up quick. He charges at me again, I reach into my coat, his fist slams into my face. I fly onto my back.

He opens his hand, a green liquid bleeds from it. He rushes in and pivots his foot. I leap away and the liquid sears through my coat, into my back. I shout at the burns, turn to him and his hand is almost to my throat. I grimace, grab my throat, the acid tears at my skin, my hand. I stab him with a dart as he chokes me. It's so hard, flexing the muscles so I don't get crushed. I groan under his hands' pressure. The burning of my throat, the pressure finally squeezes my throat shut. Damn it. My strength leaves as I wheeze desperately, my vision blurs to black. His grip lessens and a breath of life invades me. I gasp it in as he lets go, looks down-

He barely pulls out the needle before kneeling. He stares off at something, "What did you do to me?" I gasp, hands on my knees. "That's Heroin- A lot of it." He smiles, "Damn. Could get used to this." I hobble over to the sword, his body makes a thud. I bend my legs as the cold chills and the headache scream. I explode up and my head goes blank from the pain, a feeling of pure bliss- When I come to, I run through all the pain, one thing remains on the last burst of energy, I swing the blade up- This is for Gladius! Tams!

I roar and cleave down. Metal through flesh and air, the ground quakes, cracks as blood splats on me. I hunch over, breathe heavy as the symptoms peak again. If I didn't inject him then, I'd be dead. All I got left now is Blood Thinner- wait, the Purple! I tap the vials in my pocket, 1 2 3. I take one out and press the needle into my skin. I breathe heavy, tension on the plunger- I hyperventilate at the sight of it. Strength, family. I do need to get back in one piece- No! I yank out the needle, "Damn it!" Need to save them. I start limping, dragging the blade against the concrete. My body burns at the stress. One foot after the other. You're Slim, the most slippery bastard anyone ever saw.