The Lost Heir: Revenge

Chapter 3 : Chasing

Chapter 3 : Chasing

Steve felt his body trembling now. Fear was now overwhelming him. Steve shook his head as bad thoughts began to fill his head. He had no idea that the person who helped him was a murderer.

However, isn’t it strange that a killer would help someone who fell down because he accidentally bumped into him? Was Terry joking with him?

Besides, Steve didn’t find any smell of blood or gasoline on the body of the man who was currently helping him walk. Not wanting to guess, Steve ventured to ask the man in the black hoodie.

“Did you mean what you said?” asked Steve in the lowest possible tone, as if afraid that someone might overhear the conversation between the two of them.

“About what?” Terry replied in an equally low voice. The man spoke briefly, as if not wanting to say much.

“You’re being chased for killing people?”

The question just came out of Steve’s mouth. The man in shabby clothes cursed himself when he realized that his words could make Terry misunderstand, even though that was what he wanted to ask.

Terry shook his head. A faint smile was printed on his lips. He immediately accelerated his footsteps to get to the hospital, which was about 300 meters away. Which made Steve’s footsteps quicken as well. As a result, the pain in his leg felt even more painful.

“Slow down, Terry,” Steve pleaded, a small hiss coming out of his mouth. “You’re making my leg hurt even more.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Terry slowed down again so that the man he was babysitting would no longer be in pain.

Steve sighed tiredly. His leg was already hurting more now. Oh, he wanted to punch the jaw of the man who helped him, if only things were much better than now.

“Answer my question, Terry. Have you really killed anyone?” asked Steve, repeating his question.

Terry looked up, looking at the stars in the sky. The atmosphere of the night was so cold and a little windy that it would make anyone feel cold.

Moreover, the world is currently in the autumn season. The two men who were going to the hospital tightened the clothes they were wearing as the wind blew quite strongly.

“Do you think I’m serious or not?”

Instead of answering, Terry asked Steve a question back, which was met with confusion by the man in shabby clothes.

“I don’t know,” Steve replied irritably.

Terry chuckled at that answer. It was fun teasing his interlocutor into submission. Just as Terry was about to open his mouth, his brown eyes found an object that caught his attention. The horde of people who were chasing him earlier were now right across the street. Her eyes rounded as if they were about to pop out of place.

“Shit,”

The man cursed softly, as fate seemed to be against him. The distance between the two was quite close. It was only blocked by the highway that ran between them. Terry had to run as fast as he could from their pursuit if he didn’t want to be caught.

However, Terry also couldn’t leave Steve alone here, especially since the man he was carrying was injured due to his carelessness.

Terry racked his brain. He had to come up with an idea as soon as possible before they realized his existence. His eyes were closed with folded lips. There was no other choice; he had to do this to survive.

“Sorry, Steve. But I have to do this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked Steve, confused.

Not letting Steve process what was going on, Terry immediately lifted Steve’s much bigger body from his bridal style. The man in the black hoodie struggled a bit as Steve turned out to be much heavier than he expected.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Steve tried to rebel in the smaller man’s arms. “Put me down!”

“Shut up!” Terry said it lowly. Within seconds, his slender legs were running to the left while carrying Steve, who continued to rebel because he didn’t know what was going on.

“Terry! Put me down!” Steve shouted loudly. However, Terry did not listen to the man’s request and chose to continue spurring his legs as fast as he could.

Because Steve’s voice was so loud, a horde of people realized Terry’s presence. They ran after him at full speed. “There he is! Chase him!”

Steve could sense that Terry was speeding up while carrying him. The sound of gunshots echoed each other, breaking the silence of the night.

Terry tried to avoid the gunshots aimed at him without stopping his running. His breathing was ragged, with sweat flooding his body. His chest felt tight, and his arms ached from carrying Steve in his arms.

“Don’t let him get away!” One of them exclaimed. Terry rounded his eyes, as the distance between him and the horde of people chasing him was short.

His eyes scanned the entire city to get out of this sticky situation. Unintentionally, his eyes caught sight of a small alley located between a bakery and an ice cream shop. Without hesitation, Terry turned his feet and entered the alley.

The horde was still chasing him in the small alley he passed, making the atmosphere even more tense. The sound of rapid footsteps was so loud in this narrow alley. Terry kept running into the winding alleys until they couldn’t catch him.

After a long time, Terry saw that he was no longer being chased by them. The man immediately stopped his feet and put Steve down. His body leaned against the moss-covered wall behind him.

“Who was that?” Asked Steve with his heart beating fast. This was the first time he had experienced such a thrilling event. In his entire life, he had never heard a live gun shot like the one he experienced today.

Terry didn’t answer the question as he was busy neutralizing his ragged breathing. His chest felt tight, and his heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of place.

“It was a gang of crazy people.” Terry muttered under his breath. The man tried to catch his breath as much as he could.

“So, it wasn’t the police?” asked Steve in surprise.

“Of course not,” Terry said, shaking his head. He reached for the tissue in his hoddie pocket and wiped his sweat with it. His energy was completely drained just to avoid them.

“Then why do they have a gun?” asked Steve again.

Terry felt his ears ringing because Steve was talking too much. He stood up again and carried Steve to shorten the time, even though his body felt like it was going to break.

“Why are you carrying me again? Where are you taking me?” Steve squinted again in surprise as Terry picked him up again. Where was the man taking him?

“You talk too much.”

Terry replied lazily. He quickly walked back to the narrow, damp alleyway, about a kilometer away. The lighting was minimal in this place. This time, Terry did not run but walked as usual.

Soon, the two reached the end of the alley, which had no lighting at all. Terry took out his mobile phone and switched on the flashlight to see.

His hand touched a brick in front of him and shifted the pot on the left side. Apparently, the wall could move. Steve was amazed to find out that the wall turned out to be a camouflaged door.

“Come on in. I’ll treat you inside.”

Terry again wrapped Steve’s arm around his shoulder and helped the man walk into the place behind the wall.

Once inside, Steve was amazed to find that the inside of this place was very different. There was a double-sized bed with a small desk in the right corner of the room. In addition, there was a large cupboard full of food on the left side.

If Steve noticed, this room was painted a faded light blue. Everything here seems to be designed to have a minimalist feel. And the most amazing thing was that there were several computers and laptops lit up, displaying some diagrams and statistics that Steve didn’t understand.

“You sit there. I’ll get the medicine box.”

Terry quickly left Steve and told the man to sit on one of the nearby sofas. Steve gave a small nod and quickly dragged his aching legs to the sofa.

After reaching the couch, Steve laid down to rest. This coincided with Terry carrying a medicine box from behind the large cupboard in front of him.

Terry squatted down and stretched out his hand to look at Steve’s foot. The man’s leg was quite swollen, with a purplish bruise clearly visible. “You hold on a bit. I’ll treat your leg.”

Before the medicine started to touch his foot, Steve asked a question that made Terry fall back in place.

“Terry, who exactly are you? Why were you chased by that mob of people earlier?”