Despite being Faye’s cousin, Howard was undeterred. A rabid cur, that was what he was.
How could Zayn ever extinguish the flames of his anger?
All three of them could feel the bloodlust that Zayn emanated. At the end of the day, they were nothing more than just regular folk with unexceptional capabilities, so being trapped in the dark with a man hellbent on killing them was something out of a living nightmare. It would come as no surprise that even an unthreatening breeze could make their skins crawl.
Howard was the first to break under Zayn’s gaze. With a shrill scream, he turned on his heels and fled for his life. It roused William from his stupor, and quickly, the man shouted at the top of his lungs, “Get him, all of you! Kill him, rip his mask off! This *sshole just can’t get enough of these mind games and Halloween spooks, huh? I wanna see who he really is!”
All three of his bodyguards obeyed his command and lunged at Zayn in a coordinated attack. They were professionally-trained experts in mixed martial arts and boxing. It did not help that they were equipped with batons too. No one would ever doubt their capabilities, especially when they could easily wipe a whole wave of commoners off the floor. If the three of them worked together, even a professional pugilist would concede to their superior strength.
However, they had highly underestimated Zayn. They began to suspect that they had a monster for an opponent the moment the fight had ensued. They were hardly given the chance to close in on him when the figure dashed out of sight.
The next thing they knew, he reappeared right before them. Zayn unleashed a barrage of combos at lightning speed, and after chaining three consecutive heavy punches on each of them, all three bodyguards were instantly knocked out.
The force of Zayn’s fists was equivalent to that of a medium-class professional pugilist. He could knock a professional boxer out of their senses with a single thrust, some run-of-the-mill bodyguards who lacked training were easily no match for him.
He was so quick at dispatching William’s guards that their defeat hit William like a truck. It became very clear to the very nonplussed William that he was facing a monster. His endless fear felt like a bottomless pit swallowing his stomach whole. It sprung from the base of his feet and snaked upward, engulfing him the crown of his head. His limbs were ice cold. His body was bathed in cold sweat. He started gasping for air.
William’s brain was immediately shut off. He let out an ear-piercing scream as he ran for his life. Though, the chances of him fleeing were virtually zero at that point.
Zayn sneered and sprung into a chase. He grabbed hold of the man’s hair and yanked him out of his momentum.
“Aaarghhhh! That hurts!” William shrieked like a pig in a slaughterhouse. His feet were running on thin air, though he was released soon after as he collapsed on the ground.
Zayn followed the motion and stuck his shoe over William’s throat. His cold, malicious eyes leered at the hapless man. As Zayn towered above him, he asked quite sardonically, “Any last wishes?”
“Sh*t! Sh*t, no!” William was scared out of his wits. His face was devoid of blood. He quaked, the last of his mental fortitude rumbling. He burst into tears, pleading desperately. “Please, don’t kill me! I’m begging you, don’t kill me! I’m rich! Very rich… I have money! I’ll give you as much as you want!”
Zayn did not answer him. He just pumped more pressure into his foot, slamming the man’s throat against the road’s asphalt surface. He was going to crush his throat just like that!
William was so harrowed that he wet himself. He flailed, smacking his palms against Zayn’s leg as hard a she could, hoping to dissuade the man from targeting his throat. Despite his efforts, nothing seemed to work.
All there was left in William was regret. Had he known something like this would happen… He would have never thought of doing anything to Faye at all. His throat was cracking. It felt like it was on the verge of collapsing. It stung, air was being blocked off from entering his lungs.
At that moment, a soft noise could be heard coming out of the car. Faye was bumbling against the window, and her movements had managed to draw Zayn’s attention away.
Faye had her hands and feet bound before being thrown into the back of the car. She had used the last ounce of her strength to prop herself up before she hit her head against the window.
The car was insulated and soundproof, so all she heard was the vague commotion of their melee fight but not much else. Nevertheless, it terrified her.
As Zayn was distracted, much of the strength in his foot had dissipated. It created a window of opportunity for William to escape, and after mustering all of his strength from his will to survive, he was able to shove Zayn’s leg away from him. He scrambled to his feet and staggered away. Zayn did not chase after him even though he had no plans for William to run away. He kicked a fist-sized rock on the ground and sent it flying in William’s direction.
It hit him squarely on his back with a loud snap. William let out a howl of pain before fading into unconsciousness.
Zayn took a deep breath and turned towards the car. Then, he opened the door.