Caught On Act

Trapped in a dimly lit warehouse, Evah is at the mercy of a dangerous man, with only Erion's quick thinking standing between her and a grim fate. As the man prepares to drug her, the air thick with uncertainty, Erion executes a risky move, shifting the balance of power. A deadly confrontation ensues, and Evah is left with one pressing question: can they escape before it's too late?

As fear grips Evah, her mind begins to spiral—What if they're the bad guys? She's heard the rumors of the Order's bloody methods, the very organization that once fought corruption only to fall into it themselves. Heroes turned tyrants, their unchecked power now threatening to destroy everything they once stood for. Is Erion truly on her side, or is he part of something darker? With danger closing in from all sides, Evah must decide who she can trust before it's too late.

Int- Warehouse- 5:30 pm

As the sky gradually darkened, the dim light from a single bulb flickered overhead, casting long shadows that stretched across the room. The corners Yuka faced seemed to dissolve into an almost impenetrable blackness.

Evah slept soundly, her breathing steady, unaware of the world around her. That is, until Erion, nudged her with a sharp kick to the feet, pulling her from her slumber.

"What the?" she protested.

What a gentleman!

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Erion whispered, his voice cutting through the quiet.

The knob began to turn, the sound of it clanking open echoing in the quiet room.

The man who had bound her to the pole was back, a mysterious object in his hand.

"Stay vigilant," Erion murmured, his gaze locked on the figure.

Never take your eyes off the target. It could cost you everything.

His handcuffs were already undone; he was merely pretending they were still secured.

The man took slow, deliberate steps toward them.

As the figure drew nearer, Evah's heart skipped when she saw the same gun he had once pressed against Erion's head. Her pulse quickened—he was here to finish what he started.

Her eyes locked onto Erion's, a silent plea: Do something!

Erion's fingers moved swiftly, pressing something at the back of his jacket. It was the device he used to send signals to headquarters.

The man, oblivious to the tension, casually slipped the gun back into his pocket, replacing it with a small bag. He opened it with practiced ease, revealing a syringe inside.

They'll drug her too... of course.

The man's gaze shifted to Evah.

"No!" She shook her head, panic rising in her chest.

She tried to pull away, instinctively pushing herself back, only to be reminded by the sharp pull of the ropes binding her to the pole.

Her mind raced, the harsh truth sinking in—she genuinely believed she was about to die.

"Hey man, maybe we can test that first?" Erion said with a smile.

The man froze, his gaze snapping to Erion.

Are you crazy? Evah thought, panic rising. If it kills him to save me, it's not a better plan!

She turned to Erion, her expression hardening. No fear—only determination.

If Erion was killed, she and Yuka would be next. This dark, musty warehouse, smelling of gasoline and dirt, might very well be her final resting place.

Her senses sharpened. She could hear the frantic pounding of her own breath, feel every grain of sand pressing into her skin from the rough floor, and see the man's every movement as if time had slowed.

It would be easier if he came to me. Erion hoped, his fingers tightly gripping the device.But the man paid him no mind. Instead, he methodically began to remove the cover from the syringe.

Erion pressed the signal once more. Almost there. 

Then, with a brutal grip, the man seized her arm, his powerful muscles locking her in place.

"No! Stop, please!" Her eyes squeezed shut, unwilling to face what was about to happen.

Why did I trust him? she thought in a rush of panic. Sure, he's tall and built, but there's no way he can overpower this monster. The weight of that realization only deepened her fear. How could she have believed that a stranger could save her, when, in reality, there was no strength that could match this beast of a man trying to drug her?

And there might be more of them.

She yanked her arm, desperate to break free. "Don't touch me!"

Swiftly, Erion shot to his feet. The man's eyes flicked toward him, but before he could even react, Erion's foot struck out, sending the syringe flying from his hand. The man's gaze followed the syringe in mid-air, a split second of distraction. Erion wasted no time—he grabbed the man's arm, twisting it with precision. In a heartbeat, Erion's back was against the man's chest, his movements fluid and forceful. With a violent pull, he slammed the man to the ground, the impact shaking the floor beneath them. 

Without missing a beat, Erion pulled a sleek silver gun from his jacket. The soft click of the silencer sliding into place was the only sound in the tense silence that followed.

"Don't look!" Erion shouted, his voice sharp, not even glancing at Evah.

Listen to me this time, he thought, as the low, muffled sound of the silenced gun echoed through the air.

Everything unfolded so quickly that Evah barely had time to react. The moment Erion's shout pierced the tension, her eyes squeezed shut, blocking out the chaos around her.

Did he shoot him?

Are we saved?