Pitbabe S2, Chapter 34 pg 2
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 34 pg 2
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me.
“Charlie!”
Dr. Chris was standing on the second-floor walkway. He shouted my name loudly, his face more panicked than I’d ever seen. He was holding a gun, and he aimed it straight at me.
Bang!
No.
He was aiming at something behind me.
Bang!
A split second after Dr. Chris fired, a bullet whizzed past me from behind, grazing his left shoulder. The impact made Dr. Chris stumble back, slamming into the wall.
Thud!
I was so startled it felt like I missed a breath, but I had no time to gasp or stand there stunned. I yanked my gun from its holster and spun toward where I thought the shot came from. My guess was dead-on.
The gunman who shot Dr. Chris was standing behind me, just three steps away. He was looking straight at me with a relaxed, fearless gaze.
“Hey… Papa?”
My senses felt like they’d been shut off temporarily. It wasn’t just my special sense failing—right now, it was like I couldn’t process anything except the sight of Babe standing in front of me. My brain didn’t even try to find a reason. All I knew was that he shouldn’t be here, not at a time like this, and worst of all, he was holding a gun and had shot my friend.
Is this a dream?
Or have I lost it and started conjuring crazy hallucinations in my head again?
“Why the long face?” Babe said casually, taking two steps forward until the distance between us was just an arm’s length. I could measure it precisely because he was now standing right at the end of my gun’s barrel. “Didn’t you miss me at all?”
Even with a gun pointed at his chest, Babe still smiled, showing no trace of fear, as if he was completely certain that, gun in hand or not, I’d never pull the trigger.
“I’m hurt… I’ve been thinking about you every day, you know.”
Why is he doing this?
All that talk about being sorry, about regretting working with that Tony—was it all a lie too? I thought everything ended that day when we agreed to stay out of each other’s lives. I thought Babe would come to his senses, change his mind, and walk away from this mess. But in the end, I was just fooling myself. Babe had no intention of changing. Now, he’s brazenly doing everything out in the open, fully aligning himself against me. And it’s all because I hurt him.
This is his revenge.
Teaming up with the person I hate most in the world, destroying my goals, and harming my friends without a shred of guilt.
I must’ve hurt him badly, huh?
“Why so quiet?” Babe grinned, his voice teasing and whiny. “Go on, shoot.”
His words cut deep, both in my heart and through my body. My hand, still holding the gun, froze in place, unsure if this was what I truly wanted. Do I want to shoot Babe? I don’t know. Maybe I just want to protect myself.
“Shoot, Papa… I’m standing still for you.”
While I stood there, mute and paralyzed, about five or six tall, burly men descended from the second floor. Each held a gun, and in the middle of their group were the researchers and my brother: Phii Touch, Dr. Chris, Liu, and Jeff. Their arms were bound behind their backs, and they were forced to walk down the stairs with a clear purpose—to intimidate me.
“If you don’t have the guts to pull the trigger… why the hell are you holding a gun?”
Babe laughed. He flashed a wide smile, even though there was nothing remotely funny or cheerful about this moment. My friends and brother were being controlled and treated like prisoners. He didn’t even glance at Jeff, the person he once called another brother. And Dr. Chris, whose shoulder was now soaked in blood from a shot Babe fired earlier—how could he laugh in a situation like this?
The man I fell in love with… when did he become this cruel?
A massive wave of emotions clogged my chest, rendering me speechless. I didn’t even know how to handle this situation. When I caught Dr. Chris’s gaze, he looked at me with eyes that seemed to convey something, but I couldn’t tell what. Did he want me to shoot Babe? Or was he telling me to give up? Damn it, I wished he’d just shout it out right now. My brain isn’t as sharp as he thinks anymore. Stop assuming I’m clever. What kind of smart person would let themselves end up in a situation like this?
This is the vision I saw in Liu’s future—the image of everyone injured and forced to kneel on the ground. Thirty minutes ago, I felt relieved that I’d prevented Winner’s gang from reaching this place. I naively thought everyone would be safe, completely unaware of who the real enemy was.
“Would it be easier if I did this?”
Babe’s voice cuts through my nerves again. This time, he doesn’t just talk—he leans forward, pressing his forehead against the barrel of my gun, looking up at me with a smile, as if to say he wouldn’t mind if I pulled the trigger right now.
But why would I do that?
Babe should know my target was never him, and it never will be.
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