I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal-Chapter 37: Frying Pan

Adam held the heavy cast-iron frying pan in his hand. Its weight was a small comfort a solid tangible thing in a world that had become a surreal nightmare. He walked slowly down the long corridor his footsteps a soft measured beat on the wooden floor.

He wasn’t running this time. There was no point in rushing towards his inevitable death.

He will have to minimise the noise of his footsteps so that he does not make any sound.

He reached the end of the corridor the entrance to the small shop just ahead. He peered around the corner. The scene was exactly as he remembered it from his last moments.

Sophia’s mother was lying on the floor a still form behind the counter. She was already dead. A single dark hole in her forehead told the story.

This time Adam made no attempt to save her.

Because he knows that now he will have to find a way to escape from this problem for himself as well as for Sophia and her family so that they do not have to face any trouble because of Adam.

The thought was a cold sharp thing in his mind. He knew with an absolute soul-crushing certainty that he couldn’t save her.

He couldn’t even save himself in this loop. Not yet. His only objective now was to survive for as long as possible. He had to learn. He had to observe.

He had to find a weakness an opening a flaw in their flawless execution. He had to find a way to break this impossible loop.

He gripped the handle of the frying pan tighter his knuckles turning white. He ducked back behind the wall his heart pounding in his chest. He heard them coming.

Their movements were a series of soft almost inaudible shuffles. They were moving from the shop into the corridor coming for him.

He darted across the hall to the small jutting wall where he had hidden with Sophia’s mother just a few minutes ago in the previous timeline. He pressed his back against the cool plaster his breathing shallow and controlled.

He knew they had seen his movement. The three masked men now stood at the far end of the corridor their dark forms silhouetted against the morning light filtering in from the shop’s front window.

They weren’t rushing. They were advancing slowly methodically. Their silenced pistols were raised their aim steady their movements synchronized. They were a team of predators closing in on their prey.

Adam crouched low behind the wall his mind racing. He had to find a way to anticipate their movements. He closed his eyes. He tried to shut out the world to focus all of his enhanced senses on the sound of their approach.

He concentrated on his hearing trying to pinpoint their locations based on the faint whisper of their clothing the soft scuff of their boots on the wooden floor.

But there was nothing.

Adam is very surprised seeing their silence. ’These people are very dangerous’

He couldn’t hear a thing. It was as if they were ghosts moving through the house without making a single sound. His enhanced perception was useless against them.

He understood then the true level of their professionalism. They were not just assassins. They were masters of their craft.

He opened his eyes. A sense of grim determination settled over him. If he couldn’t hear them if he couldn’t anticipate them then he had only one option left. He had to force a confrontation. He had to make them react.

He took a deep breath filling his lungs with air. He held it for a long moment his body coiling like a spring. And then he moved.

He exploded from behind the wall a blur of motion. He didn’t run in a straight line. He moved in a frantic zigzag pattern a desperate attempt to make himself a more difficult target.

He charged towards them the heavy frying pan held high his only weapon against their silent pistols. He knew it was a suicidal move. He knew he was running straight into a hail of gunfire. But it was the only move he had left. He had to get close. He had to take at least one of them down with him.

The three assassins had been waiting for him. They had known he was hiding behind the wall. They had been waiting for him to make his move. As he burst into the open corridor they reacted instantly.

The man at the very back of the group fired first. He had aimed for Adam’s head a clean precise kill shot. But he had underestimated Adam’s speed. Adam’s body now augmented by the stats of multiple physically powerful individuals was moving faster than any normal human. The bullet ripped through the air just inches from his head its passage a silent whisper of death.

Adam felt the air shift beside his ear. He didn’t have time to feel relief. He was already focused on his target. He lunged towards the first assassin his arm swinging the frying pan in a wide deadly arc.

But just as he was about to bring the pan crashing down on the first man’s head the second masked man the one standing just behind the first fired his own weapon. He didn’t aim for the head. He aimed for the legs.

The bullet struck Adam in the thigh. The pain was an explosion of pure agony. His leg buckled beneath him and he crashed to the floor his charge brought to an abrupt and brutal halt. The frying pan flew from his grasp skittering across the floor. He was down. He was wounded. And he was completely at their mercy.

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