WRATH OF ELIJAH WEST

TENSIONS

The aura of death that lingered on in the warehouse finally manifested, spearheaded by Gusto’s death. Hank was still unable to recover from the shock of having to shoot one of his men. He tossed the gun away immediately, his eyes wide open like a man who had been shot with a thousand jolts of electricity.

“I-I killed, not again,” he muttered to himself and then yelled loudly. It was a moment of uncertainty about where to go from here.

The gunshot spurred up the other men sleeping. They held Elijah and Hank at gunpoint after snaking around them, beholding the atrocity that had been committed by their captor and their former leader.

“You don’t want to do this,” Elijah said, touching back with Hank. He raised his hand in surrender, but deep down within him, he refused to go down without a fight.

Hank remained speechless for a long while, before finally pointing the gun to his head, “I am done for. It is over,” he kept on saying, like a bewitched man.

It was a moment where h