Chapter 64 :- Duel In The black

                                    

                                          
David was carrying Alvin on his back as they trudged through the dense, shadowed woods. Brock and Brian led the way, their footsteps crunching softly on the undergrowth. The stillness around them was oppressive, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the faint breeze.
Alvin stirred, a dull ache throbbing through his entire body as consciousness slowly returned. His eyes fluttered open, and he groggily became aware of his surroundings. Realizing he was being carried, his instincts kicked in. With a sudden burst of energy, he wriggled free from David's grip, landing awkwardly on the ground with a thud.
Brock and Brian stopped in their tracks, turning back to see Alvin sprawled on the forest floor. 
"He woke up already? That was fast," Brock remarked, an eyebrow raised in mild surprise.
Brian smirked, spinning his baseball bat in his hand. "We could always knock him out again. He's weak."
Alvin pushed himself up, wincing as pain shot through his left leg-the very leg that had been mercilessly targeted by his captors. Though he could barely stand, he forced himself into a shaky fighting stance, determined not to show any weakness.
David hesitated, stepping back as Brock tossed him the baseball bat, which he caught with a smirk. The three of them stood in a semi-circle, surrounding Alvin like predators closing in on wounded prey.
Brian twirled his bat lazily, his grin widening. "Are you serious right now? You're really going to try and fight us in that state? I mean, look at you-you can barely stand. You wouldn't even be able to scratch us, let alone hit us. And even if by some miracle you could fight, there are three of us and only one of you. You won't last a minute."
Alvin sighed, steadying himself despite the agony pulsing through his leg. He locked eyes with Brian, his expression calm but resolute. 
"You're right," Alvin said, his tone carrying a chilling certainty, "I won't be able to fight for long. So I hope you don't mind if I go straight for the kill."
Brian's mocking grin faltered slightly, taken aback by Alvin's unflinching composure. "You really think you can take us down in your condition?"
Alvin's eyes narrowed, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "The thing about being desperate, Brian, is that it makes you unpredictable. You see three against one-I see three targets in a row. And believe me, it won't take long for me to finish this."
The smugness on Brian's face faded, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. Brock and David exchanged uneasy glances, the confidence in their numbers suddenly feeling less assured.
Alvin might have been injured, but there was something in his eyes-a steely resolve-that made them hesitate.
Alvin took a shaky step forward, the pain in his leg almost unbearable, yet he stood tall, his stance unwavering. "If you think I'm done just because I'm hurt, you're sorely mistaken. I've survived worse, and I'm still standing. So come on, let's see if you can keep up."
David stepped forward, gripping his bat tightly, ready to finish Alvin off. The bat arced through the air, but before it could connect, Alvin moved with surprising speed. Summoning every last ounce of strength, he drove a powerful straight jab directly into David's chest.
The impact was brutal and immediate. David's eyes bulged as the breath was knocked out of him. He staggered back, the bat slipping from his grasp as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest in agony. His breathing became laboured, each breath a desperate, wheezing gasp.
Alvin stood tall, despite the searing pain in his leg, his gaze cold and unwavering. He watched David struggle on the ground, barely able to move.
"That's one down," Alvin muttered, his voice steady but laced with a quiet menace.