The Seeker Infinity

Chapter 9 : Sound of Madness

"Leave her alone!" Chris's voice thundered, cutting through the din of battle with a command that brooked no defiance.

Chris's grip on Malcolm's fist tightened, his knuckles turning white with the effort.

Meanwhile, the henchmen Joy had pinned down began to struggle, slowly getting back to their feet.

Malcolm, desperate to break free, lashed out with a fierce kick to Chris's stomach. Pain shot through Chris, causing him to momentarily double over, but his resolve remained unbroken.

Gritting his teeth, Chris swiftly seized one of the henchmen who was rising to his feet. With a surge of strength, he hurled the hapless thug towards Malcolm, using the man's momentum to disrupt Malcolm's next move.

The henchman collided with Malcolm, sending both of them stumbling. Chris, despite the pain coursing through him, stood tall, ready to face whatever came next. Joy, still holding her ground, prepared for the next wave, their unspoken unity a testament to their indomitable spirit.

Chris quickly turned his attention back to Joy, noticing the other henchmen closing in on her again.

Spotting a metal pipe lying near one of the unconscious thugs, he swiftly picked it up. With precise aim, he hurled the pipe at the advancing henchmen.

The pipe struck both men on their heads with a resounding clang, and they crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold.With the immediate threat neutralized, Chris rushed to Joy's side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice steady despite the chaos

"ENOUGH!! I'll make you all pay!!" Malcolm roared in fury, launching himself at Chris.

But before he could reach his target, Joy stepped in, delivering a powerful punch to Malcolm's stomach. The force of the blow caused him to double over, coughing up blood.

The remaining conscious henchmen, seeing their leader in pain, scrambled to their feet, aiming to attack Joy. But Chris was quicker. He threw himself into their path, using his body to shield Joy and pushing the henchmen away with sheer determination.

Malcolm, panting and with blood trickling from his mouth, glared at Joy with unbridled hatred. "You bitch!" he shouted, his voice dripping with rage.

Joy remained silent, her eyes fixed on Malcolm with a cold, serious expression. She stood still, her posture unwavering, as she awaited his next move, ready to end this once and for all. The tension in the air was palpable, the final confrontation imminent.

The henchmen that Chris had pushed away were getting up again, their eyes fixed on Chris and Joy as they started to approach.

Seeing his men closing in, Malcolm sneered, trying to buy time. "You think you're so strong?!"

Joy remained silent, her gaze unwavering as she stared Malcolm down. Her cold, serious expression conveyed her utter disdain and lack of fear toward the man in front of her. She was ready, her focus solely on Malcolm, waiting for his next move with an air of unshakable confidence.

The henchmen finally reached them, one attempting to strike Joy from behind while another aimed a blow at Chris's stomach.

Joy, sensing the attack, swiftly dodged and grabbed the assailant's arm before he could land a hit on Chris. With a quick, precise twist, she forced a scream of pain from the henchman as his arm bent unnaturally.

Meanwhile, Chris, focused on protecting Joy, landed a solid punch to the other henchman's face, sending him reeling backward. The air crackled with the intensity of the ongoing battle, each move decisive and unyielding.

"It ends here now!" Malcolm shouted, his voice echoing with finality. He reached into his pocket, pulled out some pills, and swallowed them quickly.

Joy noticed the pills immediately. She released the henchman's arm, letting him drop to the ground as she turned her attention back to Malcolm. "What are those pills?" she asked, a hint of wariness creeping into her voice.

Malcolm's eyes gleamed with a sinister smile spreading across his face. His eyes turned an eerie red, and his veins began to bulge and darken ominously. The transformation was rapid and terrifying, signaling that the battle was far from over.

Joy's eyes widened in alarm as she watched Malcolm's transformation, his eyes glowing red and his veins pulsing ominously.

Something was terribly wrong, but she couldn't quite grasp what it was. "What are those pills?" she demanded again, her voice edged with concern.

Malcolm ignored her question, his movements now unnaturally swift and powerful. He lunged at Joy, throwing a punch with terrifying force.

Joy managed to block the blow, but the sheer power behind it sent her stumbling backward, struggling to maintain her footing.

"Chris, be careful!" Joy warned, bracing herself for Malcolm's next move as the atmosphere crackled with tension.

Joy was surprised by Malcolm's sudden attack. She quickly regains her balance and tried to counterattack but she wasn't fast enough, he manages to land a hit on her chest which made Joy fell down on the ground.

She coughs out blood because of the impact from his punch. Her clothes were slightly torn at where Malcolm punched her.

"JOY!!!" Chris shouted in shock and worry as he saw Joy stagger from Malcolm's punch, blood dripping from her mouth.

He quickly ran to her side, his heart pounding in his chest. Kneeling beside her, he gently checked her condition, noticing the blood seeping from a wound on her chest. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he carefully examined her for any broken bones or serious injuries.

Joy winced but managed a weak nod. "I'll be fine," she said through gritted teeth, her determination shining through despite the pain. "We need to stop him."

Chris nodded, his resolve hardening as he turned his gaze back to the transformed Malcolm, ready to face whatever came next.

As Malcolm advanced, his grin twisted into a malevolent sneer, his eyes ablaze with a chilling intent to kill.

But before he could reach Chris and Joy, a voice rang out from the distance, cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Don't you dare touch my property! She's mine!"

The sudden interruption caught Malcolm off guard, causing him to falter for a moment as he turned to face the source of the voice. A figure emerged from the shadows, their presence commanding and their demeanor radiating authority.

As Malcolm's attention shifted to the newcomer, a flicker of recognition crossed his face, mirroring the same realization that dawned on Chris.

Chris, his tone laced with suspicion, addressed the newcomer. "Why are you here?"

To be continued.....