Chapter 2: Jebaited (1/2)
”Haaa...where did that dirty fucker run off to…” Paul had an exasperated expression. He couldn't even find the youngster after wandering in the forest for half an hour.
He decided to call Matt and check if he found the youngster even though he should have gotten a call from him if he saw him.
*RING!*
Paul was startled to hear Matt's phone ringing from behind and quickly turned around with a surprised expression.
”Matt? Jeez...you almost scared me. If you finished him already, why didn't you give me a call instead of creeping up behind me?”
Matt had a wry smile on his face as he slowly approached Paul and said in a jesting tone, ”Haha, he is dead. I was just trying to mess with you.”
Paul had an annoyed expression thinking that he wasted his time all this while. But his brows furrowed when he noticed something strange about Matt.
”Why did you remove your coat and cover yourself with it? And why do you seem...shorter?” His voice towards the end trailed off as he felt that something was off about Matt.
His gun was still in his hand, and he unconsciously let his finger slip towards the trigger. Even though he had no plans of hurting Matt, he felt a bad feeling because of his instincts he had developed over the years in his line of work.
Matt had a confused expression as he bent his body even further, ”It's just that fucker tripped me, and I hurt my back. And….oh my god...look behind you!”
”Huh?” Paul suddenly twisted his neck around. But when he saw nothing, he quickly turned around only to have his eyes narrowed upon seeing the sharp tip of a knife closing towards his neck!
”Ughhh!!” Paul stumbled back as he clutched his bloodied neck, which had a slash just below his throat. Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep since he was able to react fast enough to move back in time,
”What the fuck, Matt!” He bellowed with a groan.
He felt like his neck was burning from the inside and gritted his teeth in anger and shock.
However, there was no response, but instead, it seemed like Matt was running towards him.
Paul was distracted because of the stinging pain. But he saw Matt's figure reaching for his gun!
Paul was totally confused, shocked, and angered by the strange turn of events. However, as he wrestled with 'Matt' to wring him off, he could vaguely see that this Matt's body frame looked nothing like the Matt he knew, now that there wasn't any coat covering him.
And even his height was nothing like that of the Matt he knew.
Feeling that something was definitely wrong, he gave a kick towards 'Matt's' abdomen, making him stumble back by over a meter.
'Damn it!' The youngster cursed inwardly, seeing that his plan was already foiled from the moment Paul called Matt's phone. He no longer could maintain the appearance of Matt as thirty seconds had long passed and he was feeling all his energy spent.
He felt like his head was becoming dizzy, and his vision was becoming blurry. He decided to run away for now and take down Paul later.
But how could Paul let this fake Matt go like that? Without any further thought, he turned the safety lock of his gun off and tried to shoot at this fake Matt, trying to slip away.