Lady of the underworld

lled out in confusion, as I didn't feel any pain in my chest. My eyes snapped wide open to see a daunting sight. The dagger was stopped before it could reach my che

dly enough, my feet refused to move. It was as though I would regret it for the rest of my life if I refused to make a move. I only hesitated for a brief moment before I took large strides towards them. My towering frame constituted a menacing figure in the darkness. I reached there, only to find the young woman whose face I couldn't even register, about to plunge a dagger into her chest. With reflexes a normal human wouldn't be able to muster, my hand lunged forward to grip the blade of the dagger. There was no change in my expression, as though the now bleeding palm was someone else's, and not mine. All that changed as I stopped to take in the features of the young woman in front of me. My actions, completely disregarding the man who attacked her. Her hair, a rich chestnut cascading down her back in loose waves, her paleness, doing nothing to hide her already breathtaking beauty. Her torn uniform only served to display her already seductive figure. These features, although more mature, are more familiar to me than the palm of my hands. "Young miss?" My breath gets caught in my throat as I gaze at the figure that has haunted my dreams for years. My trembling palms reach out to cup her pale face. I heard her whisper, "You came," My blood surged as I replied gently, "I'm here." "Hehe, now what do we have here?" A mocking voice resounded. I looked up to see an insolent face. His eyes not hiding the lust burning in their depths. To think he actually dared to harbor lust towards her. "You did this to her," My tone sounded more like a statement than a question. "What does that have to do with you?" the man scowled as he attempted to hide the fear that burned within the depths of his pupils. "Hehe, to think the infamous blood-handed Raymond is gonna die in my hands, boss is gonna be happy," the man continued as he licked his lips. As though he could already picture blowing my head off with his gun. I don't blame him; he's a few steps away from me, fully armed and dangerous. And I have an injured person to cater