I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 150: Pure Terror

Arlen did not even dare make a single sound. A shudder slowly climbed up his spine, an unspeakable sense of terror made his whole body tremble.

He watched that blade move a tad deeper into that skin, beads of red blood pulling, any deeper, any deeper, and Ravi, Ravi would be...He could not think about it, he could not even say it in his mind.

He clenched his fist, feeling that the back of his heart had been pierced by a shapeless knife, hot blood filling his chest and splashing onto the floor.

Arlen had never felt like this all his life. he had never felt fear.

Fear like this.

It was like the passage of time had long stopped, the air was filled with a complete silence. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his rapid breathing and the loud, chaotic pounds of his heart, the blood pumping into his ears, making it impossible for him to think calmly.

The knife was placed exactly on the carotid vein, No matter how fast he was, he could not attack faster than that knife could pierce deeper. Arlen’s vision was starting to blur.

"Let him go." The words forced their way out of his mouth, the tip of his eyes red, "Let him go."

There was a burst of laughter by the man tied in the tornado whip, "Don’t do it, Nova. If you want her to let him go, if not she would kill him. Nova, hostage rules, you remember." He laughed manically when the whip tightened even more.

The woman receiving instructions grinned and the beads of blood grew even larger. "One, let Victor come to me. Two, give us a car, or else your little lover here will die."

Arlen knew he should get a hostage negotiator, he knew he was not thinking rationally but when he met those calm hazel eyes, he gave everything for Ravi to return to his arms.

"Captain, we called for..."

"Fine. Let him go first." Arlen interrupted Sarah, his eyes fixed on Ravi, unable to see or comprehend anything else.

"No. Let Victor go or I would kill him." The knife dug deeper and Arlen instantly let go of the tornado rope, the average-looking man dropped to the ground.

Propelling himself further, Arlen threw everything in his hopes that the female villain would do her best to reach for her partner.

Ravi was looking at him, the gold light in his eyes had overtaken the gray. He looked stunned like he could not believe his eyes. Who wouldn’t after such a situation? The pain in his heart crushed him like clouds smothering the sun, he could barely breathe.

The wind moved according to his command, wrapping around his legs, he used every last strength in his body to move forward, stretching his hand to reach for Ravi.

However before he could reach him, the shadows around the woman seemed to come alive. Dark tendrils snaked out, enveloping both the woman and Ravi. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Arlen tried to grab Ravi but it was too late. The shadows swallowed them whole and they vanished into thin air.

"Ravi!" The scream tore from his lips as his eyes widened. "Ravi!" He called again. Oh Fuck! Oh No! Arlen’s head was buzzing and he could not understand the thoughts that flashed in his mind.

The Phantom Thieves, an organization under the Infernal Covenant. A four-person gang under the leadership of Priestess Kadia, one of the 13 leaders of the number 3 villain organization in Avalon. She had conducted heists of over 700 million dollars, and now is targeting a 300 million dollar diamond. In her even lower-risk heists, she left a body tail of amount 150 people of all ages and genders.

She is ranked No. 2 on the most wanted list and is considered one of the most dangerous thieves in this world. And this person, this cold, ruthless person now had his Ravi. He did not turn to know that the male partner whom he had let go had also disappeared. He had been careless, reckless, and foolish.

He could shout and cries behind him but Arlen could barely register what they were saying. In fact, he could barely register anything at all. It was his senses were being numbed and his eyes were blurry.

He did not know how long he stood there before someone came and patted him on the back. It was Sarah, he knew even without turning back.

"Captain." She called out, her voice soft like she was coaxing a child.

Arlen wanted to feel guilty that he caused her to threaten him with such gloves as he could shatter but he could not. He did not have enough strength to feel much of anything.

"Ravi is gone." Arlen looked bewildered as he raised his face. His voice trembled, the blue eyes had lost their glow, and they looked dark and panicked.

Sarah looked at the place where Ravi had been standing just now, her heart was thumping loudly, and the events seemed more like a blur, a movie than reality. They had come because of the protest that was turning violent and next they were dealing with shattered glasses, villains, and now, her colleague had been captured.

But she remained calm amid the sounds of sirens and the chaos raindrop them, "Captain. He is alive. They would not kill him while he was still important to them. We need to get back and find them quickly. We have less than 24 hours captain, please pull yourself together."

Arlen did not respond for a minute before saying blankly, "I know."

"Captain!"

The second shout pulled Arlen back from the river he was drowning in and he blinked several times before his expression chilled. The expressive face lost all emotions and Arlen nodded.

He was a Sinclair. He could do this. Locking all emotions, he buried every fear, guilt, grief, and shame, his eyes clearing.

"You are right." He faced the team, "Coordinate the injured protesters into the ambulances carefully so they would not be any trampling."

Lisa’s eyes were red and she choked back her sobs, "Should we interview them in case any of them knows those two subjects?"

"No need. Those are villainous organizations. There is a team of heroes coming to coordinate with us on how to capture the team." Vega and his team were Late, their response time was very slow. If they had been here earlier, No, he tried not to blame anyone, this was all on him. He was the one who could not even protect the person he loved.

Dishing out some more orders, he took his phone and headed to the side. He dialed the number that he had sworn not to.

"Mother." He did not feel terrible, compared to his flimsy pride. If something were to happen to Ravi....

He could not finish his thoughts and he concentrated on the call. The cold voice of the Matriarch of the Sinclair family sounded in his ears.

"Arlen. You called."

"Mother. I need to use the family resources. I need a tracker." He kept his voice humble.

"Who was it that said that the only thing he would take from my family is my family name? Who said he would never return and that he could do everything on his own? Who accused me of coddling him, of suffocating him, and of not seeing him as a person but a clay that I can mold as I wish. Those are your exact words are they not?"

"Mother. I am sorry."

"Oh! Who also said that they would rather eat hot coals than apologize to me." The cold voice continued.

Arlen had once meant those words out of pure anger, but the heat of that anger was nothing compared to the cold ache in his chest, like his heart had been hollowed out.

He never knew just how it was filled with Ravi.

His voice was hoarse, "Mum, Please. I need a tracker to come into Davenport within three hours. Someone important to me. The person I love had been taken. I could not protect him, so Mum, Please just send someone. I am going crazy."

The other line was quiet for a minute and the ice in her voice not melting, "This feeling right now, Arlen never forget it. Etch it into your bones. Never forget how inadequate you felt today. When I tell you to get stronger, I say those words for a reason. I hope you understand now. I would send a tracker."

Dark clouds gathered overhead, the air growing heavy with the hint of electricity, and the wind began to pick up, whipping through the streets with a mournful howl.

The rain came a minute later. It started as a gentle patter, but quickly grew into a torrential downpour., Water cascaded from the sky in an angry fury, drumming against the pavement filled with shattered glass and flooding down the street.

Arlen was soaked to the bone in a minute, his clothes clinging to his body as he listened to his mother.

He would never forget this feeling. Ever.