I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal-Chapter 56: Two men

It was a quiet urban morning. Adam was hidden from view by an oak tree whose leaves were rustled by a light wind. He looked up and down the street one last time. It was deserted.

Unaware of the life-or-death situations unfolding in this quiet neighborhood, the world continued to sleep. He moved after lowering the baseball cap over his eyes.

He did not move. He took off running. A blur of movement carried him to the side of his own house, followed by a silent run across the street. With quick simplicity, he jumped over the wooden fence that surrounded the property.

His movements were precise and economical as he landed gently on the grass. In his own backyard, he was a ghost.

He touched the rusted and cold drainpipe. He placed his weight on it, and it protested with a groan. He ignored the noise. He began to climb. The rough metal supports holding the pipe to the wall provided a firm grip for his hands. The brickwork provided a toehold for his feet. It was a long, slow climb.

Every action was planned and a calculated risk. He would fall to the ground with just one slip or misplaced hand. He avoided looking down. His entire attention was fixed on the window on the second floor, which was where he was going.

His muscles burned as he made his way to the window ledge. Holding on to the drainpipe with one hand, he looked into his own bedroom through the glass. It was miserable. They pulled the curtains.

The room was dark. Carefully shifting his weight, he tested the window with his free hand. A habit from a simpler time in his life, when his main worry was slipping out after curfew, he had always left it unlocked.

The only way in for him now was that simple habit.

With a gentle sigh, the window slid open. He dragged himself up and through the gap, crouching silently on the floor of his bedroom. Without delay, he closed the window behind him.

He listened for a long time, his senses being pushed to their utmost. All he could hear was his own heart thumping frantically and the soft hum of the air conditioner.

He got up and surveyed the area. His room was a complete mess. It had been tossed expertly. His drawers were opened and their contents spilled onto the ground.

His mattress was half-pulled off the box spring and was twisted. His bookshelves were chaotic and unorganized.

This place had been visited. They had been looking for something.

He was overcome by a chilling fear that was far more profound than the fear he had experienced when confronting the assassins. Sophia was saved by him. Her family was no longer in danger because of him.

However, what about the other individuals in his life? What was hidden in this room? What hints had these anonymous enemies noticed that would help them locate his other friends? He was troubled by the idea that what he had done might have simply endangered more innocent people.

The game’s rules had recently changed. He was no longer the only target of the enemy. They were looking farther. His pressure points were the target of their search.

He dismissed the idea. What-ifs were unable to afford to paralyze him. The threat was right here, and he had to face it. He slipped to the door of his bedroom.

He tried to hear any sound coming from the rest of the house by pressing his ear against the wood. Quiet. There was no sound. No footsteps. Not a voice. No breathing.

He moved away from the door a step. He pulled out the silenced pistol he had stolen from the assassin’s body. It was grimly comforting to hold it in his hand. He inhaled deeply. He turned the switch slowly. He opened the door just enough to look into the hallway upstairs. It was deserted. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The guest room and the door to his parents’ room were shut.

With his gun sweeping the area in front of him, he stepped out into the hall, his back to the wall. He moved with a predator’s practiced silence.

With his gun barrel ready to fire at the first hint of movement, he methodically pushed the doors open as he inspected each room. He discovered nothing. There was nothing on the second floor.

He walked to the top of the stairs and stopped. He listened once more. Nothing has changed. In order to avoid the creaks he knew were there, he began descending the stairs by carefully placing his feet on the edge of each step. He noticed it as he got closer to the bottom of the stairs.

A glow of light from the kitchen. It filled the living room with a long, dancing shadow. There was definitely someone downstairs.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he pressed himself flat against the wall. He could see a silhouette moving back and forth in the kitchen, where the light was on. A lone shadow was a person moving at a relaxed, comfortably pace. Now he was sure. There was an assassin in the kitchen.

His footsteps were absorbed by the living room’s thick carpet as he moved silently. He moved stealthily along the wall until he came to the kitchen doorway. He took his time entering. He stopped to listen. Something was sizzling softly, and he could hear it.

The air was heavy with the smell of the meat. In a house that was now a hunting ground, the smell was oddly local.

He took a glance. Leaning slightly, he could see into the kitchen. They were two in number. Not one. Two men in casual everyday clothes. One was cooking while standing at the stove.

The other was carefully cleaning a handgun while seated at the kitchen table. They were at ease and relaxed. They appeared to have been here for some time.

Adam drew his head back, his thoughts racing. He stood in the doorway and looked around the kitchen. He did not see anyone else. Only the two of them.

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