The world went red.
Charlie's scream ripped the air apart, a sound too sharp, too raw, slicing deeper than any blade ever could.
I moved before I even knew I had moved.
The knife flashed, catching the weak tunnel light as Hyena jerked it back, a thin line of red blossoming across Charlie's neck. It wasn't deep. But regardless a wound to the neck could easily become fatal. What's worse was that it was bleeding, and Charlie's small hands flew to his throat, eyes wide with shock, tears mixing with the blood.
"CHARLIE!"
I was at his side, dropping to my knees, pressing a hand against the cut, the warmth of his blood seeping through my glove.
"Stay with me," I ordered, my voice tight, too calm for the rage boiling beneath it.
Charlie whimpered, his small body trembling, the fear in his eyes raw and unfiltered.
"Stay with me, kid. Look at me."
Footsteps pounded behind me, splashing through the shallow water, echoing off the concrete like a war drum.
"BOSS!"
Anthony.
