Survival is Crucial

347 Midnight Demons

"You're fool, thinking that could kill me." Petrov jumped out from the corner of the building, hitting Tyche in the face and bringing him to the ground. Petrov took a kick in the fast immediately after by Carla, reeling back as Nick slammed his leg against the back of Petrov's legs, bringing him to his knees before grabbing Tyche by one of his own, bringing him into the air before slamming him down onto the concrete below. Carla screamed for Tyche as he bounced off from the asphalt below, gasping for air as scrapes ran across his face.

Petrov quickly let go of Tyche's leg, balling his hand into a fist and swinging it into Carla's face before rebounding its hand in the air, using it to hit Nick as well as Nick kicked Petrov straight in the solar plexus. Petrov let out a guttural growl before charging at Nick, grabbing him and slamming him onto the van. Petrov brought his arm back before slamming it into Nick's face, still gasping for air as his face progressively became more and more bloodied, Petrov repeatedly hitting him by now.

A stinging could be felt on Petrov's back, causing him to spin around, prepping his arm in the process, swinging blindly at whatever hit him, missing. Soon after, Petrov's left arm had become completely immobile, Tyche had cut the ligaments connecting Petrov's forearm to his bicep. Petrov cursed under his breath, jumping away and distancing himself from the group. Tyche clicked his tongue. "I didn't dig in deep enough..." Tyche let out his comment with a wheeze, his legs almost giving out, "Is that why you're still alive?"

Petrov licked his lips before standing up fully, still in a stance, "No, I just stopped bleeding," He pointed to his neck, showing a fresh bloodstain that spread from his neck to the end of his shoulder, "Almost died," He chuckled.

"How the hell...?

Petrov slapped his neck, making a sound similar to hitting wet tile flooring, "I've been doing s**t like this for years now."

Tyche shook his head, "I don't know what I'm expecting anymore... but you're dead."

A huge smile came across Petrov's face, "You too, Уколоть."

Petrov flew forward into a flying knee that Carla had prepared beforehand, breaking his nose and causing him to reel back in pain and before he could even grab her, she had already distanced herself. Petrov then brought his attention back to where Tyche was who was not there anymore, and instead at both of Petrov's heels, feeling a stabbing pain before falling to his knees, unable to stand again. Tyche jumped away as Petrov examined the damage. Both of his Achilles' tendons were cut, and a small incision was made around the back of his neck. "I wasn't able to do it again."

Petrov clicked his tongue as another kick from Carla slammed against his face, this time managing to grab her leg as she pulled back but stopping as multiple pains came across his back. Tyche had mounted him and had begun stabbing him repeatedly. Petrov let out a bellowing warcry before grabbing Tyche's back with both hands and rolling on the ground, before pulling him off and slamming him to the ground once again. Tyche looked stunned, his ears ringing as his entire body screamed in pain.  "f**k!" Petrov yelled, trying to stand himself up onto the van.

Carla kicked Petrov in the ribs before he could prop himself up, sending him back to the ground. Carla crossed over to Petrov's head as he fell, soccer kicking him against the van repeatedly, cursing all the while. Smack, smack, smack, the periodic sounds of blood tapping against asphalt could be heard as she continued to slam her foot against his head, his mouth bubbling with blood as his eyes had begun to bulge out from his head before finally, crack. She placed her now battered foot onto the ground, limping on one leg before sitting next to a near unconscious Tyche, blood, and flesh running up her entire leg. She breathed heavily as she stared at the corpse of the Russian man she had just killed, blood slowly pooling around his now smashed head, bits of bone poking out of it as hair hung loosely from the wound. Carla shook her head, stifling vomit as she pointed to his head, "You can see his fuckin' brain."

"Nick...?" Tyche spoke up, dragging himself to the van a bit before stopped, flopping over on his back. "Are you okay?"

Carla raised herself from the ground in a panic, checking him for a pulse, "Thank god, he's alive."

"Might wanna peel him off of the car."

"I'm gonna need your help with that."

"Alright, that's fine," Tyche paused, rummaging through one of his pockets, "I stole a small pistol from one of those guys over there." Tyche pointed to the dead brothers at the end of the van.

Carla chuckled, "Good going." She fell back down on the ground, propping her back against the van, "Do you think things will go back to normal after all this? Do you think this is something that can be stopped?"

The status report had begun to yell in Tyche's head as Tyche scanned the sky.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine, nothing is broken, but I'll have multiple bruises, umm..." He paused, "I also have a concussion, but that was because of the second slam to the ground..." Tyche pressed his lips together, "That's all, at least what was important, that is."

"Jack's dead..."

"Yeah..." Tyche pressed his hands against his face, wincing in pain before almost slamming one of his hands against the ground he laid on, stopping just a second before collision before rolling over on his side. "What'll we do? Find a new car?"

"Yeah, we'll have to."

Tyche closed his eyes, "Alright."

A gunshot...

Tyche spun around, sitting himself up, eyes widened as Carla fell to the floor, grasping her neck. One of the brothers wasn't dead yet, and the other was about to wake up as well. Tyche fired into them multiple times, into both of them until the clip was empty, still sitting on the ground. Tyche threw the gun in a panic before crawling over to Carla, grasping her neck as blood gushed out from it. Tyche cursed to himself as he ripped a sleeve off from his jacket, tying it up into a tight note before pressing it to her neck as hard as he could. Tyche looked over to the unconscious Nick in desperation, "Nick!" He yelled, "Nick! Wake up!" Tyche began cursing, trying to reposition Carla's head as blood poured onto his hands. "f*****g stay with me!" Tyche's voice cracked as he got the words out, trying to make the makeshift knot he had made even tighter around her neck, putting even more pressure on the wound.

Tyche looked to Nick again, "WAKE UP!" He screamed as loud as he could, but there was no response. "f**k!" Tyche yelled, looking back over to Carla, "Stay with me, okay! Listen to my voice." The voices in his head had begun screaming as loud as they could, everything was getting louder and louder until finally, silence befell upon him. It was like his entire focus was trained onto her breathing, slowing more and more until a smile came across her face, grabbing the back of Tyche's head and bringing him close before kissing him, letting go, still smiling.

"Hey, call it a commemoration." She said, looking to the van, "Y'know... it's impressive we got this far."

"Carla..."

She looked back over to Tyche, "Don't cry, you don't need to."

It felt like something was stuck in his throat.

"You know it's not possible for me to talk right now... since I'm already dead."

Tyche blinked, seeing the corpse of Carla sitting in his arms.