The earth rumbled beneath their feet. Jihad's house wasn't just shaking—it was as if the very foundation of reality was trembling.
Jihad ran toward the window and pulled back the curtain. What he saw froze his breath.
A distorted vortex of black and red had opened in the sky above the city skyline. Lightning cracked through it like veins of fire. Below it, a figure emerged.
Unknown Jihad.
But something was different.
His body was armored—mechanical plates covered him from neck to toe, glowing with pulsing red energy. His eyes, once fierce and cold, now looked possessed—mad, furious, unhinged. Behind him, the sky bent unnaturally, as if space itself was twisting.
Jay entered the room and stopped.
"He's coming," Jihad whispered.
"It's time. Let's lead him to the abounded house."
Jay nodded, tightening the gloves on his hands. He'd been preparing for this moment, and he was ready to act.
Jay burst out of the house first, sprinting at full speed. Unknown Jihad, spotting him from afar, immediately locked eyes and followed. Jay leaped over trash bins, cut through alleyways, darted across streets.
Every turn he made, Unknown Jihad mirrored with relentless aggression.
Jay glanced over his shoulder. "Come on… chase me."
Unknown Jihad didn't speak. He just ran—inhumanly fast.
Jay arrived at the edge of the industrial zone where the abounded house stood like a ghost—broken windows, iron gates bent, vegetation swallowing its walls. He sprinted through the entrance, kicked open the rusted doors, and disappeared inside.
Unknown Jihad followed.
Jay dashed through the crumbling corridors, leading Unknown Jihad deeper into the structure. He triggered the first trap—a floor section collapsed behind him, forcing Unknown Jihad to leap across. Then, smoke grenades launched from the corners, clouding the enemy's vision.
Jay reached the central hall.
Jihad was there, standing tall with his upgraded AK-47, its body glowing faintly. In his other hand— the Time Loop Remote.
Jay gave him a nod.
Unknown Jihad stepped into the room, coughing, bruised, but still standing tall.
"Is this it?" he hissed. "Is this the place you plan to die?"
"No," Jihad replied calmly. "This is the place you'll be erased."
Unknown Jihad charged.
Jay rushed him from the side and punched him directly in the chest—metal cracked. Unknown Jihad spun and kicked Jay in the ribs, sending him flying. But Jay recovered quickly and landed on his feet.
They fought.
Fists clashed like hammers. Kicks shattered wooden beams. Blood splattered across the dusty walls. It wasn't just a battle—it was a war of fury, will, pain, and resolve.
Meanwhile, Jihad stood in place, holding the Time Loop Remote. His plan was perfect. He waited for the right second—the exact point he'd trap Unknown Jihad in an infinite loop.
He pressed the button.
Nothing happened.
Unknown Jihad had shot the device. At some point in the chaos, he fired one perfect bullet—right through the remote.
Sparks exploded. The Time Loop Remote shattered in Jihad's hands.
"No!" Jihad screamed.
Jay turned—but too late. A bullet hit him straight in the chest. Blood sprayed. He fell to the ground, gasping, clutching his wound.
Jihad dropped to his knees next to him.
"I'm… fine…" Jay choked. "Not the heart…"
Jihad looked up slowly.
His eyes no longer held fear.
Now they burned with vengeance.
"You shouldn't have done that," he said.
Unknown Jihad smirked.
"You look angry," he mocked.
Jihad took a slow step forward. He dropped his empty remote. He raised his AK-47.
"I'm beyond angry."
He pulled the trigger.
One shot hit Unknown Jihad in the shoulder. He jerked back.
Then another—chest.
Then the third—leg.
Jihad stepped forward with each shot. His arms steady. His rage controlled.
He shot again.
And again.
44 shots in total.
Every bullet tore through armor, flesh, and bone. The impact echoed through the entire building like war drums.
Unknown Jihad collapsed.
His body lifeless.
His eyes wide, unblinking.
His face destroyed.
Jihad walked toward the corpse. He pulled a canister of kerosene from the corner. He poured it over the body. The liquid soaked through the clothes, the skin.
Jay, still breathing and half-conscious, watched silently.
Jihad flicked the lighter.
"Goodbye… me."
He dropped it.
The flames swallowed the body instantly. It writhed in fire before finally turning still.
Ashes.
Jay was taken to the hospital and treated. The bullet missed his heart, just like he said.
Jihad stood on the rooftop of the headquarters, staring at the night sky.
Jay joined him, his chest bandaged.
"Almost lost, huh?"
Jihad nodded. "Almost."
Jay asked, "What now?"
Jihad looked up. "Now? We live. We protect this world. And we pray we never see a shadow like that again."
They walked away from the flames.
But far behind them, in the dark corner of the burning room, a flickering mirror cracked.
And from that crack… a whisper emerged:
"Remember my words… Situation makes us the killer."
TO BE CONTINUED.
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