His Devious Rule



Anya watched the foreigner leave while she had eyes on everyone's movement in the living hall, including Miles Johnson. 

Taking Miles Johnson to Narnia is her choice. If she can't take him to Narnia, he will not be alive to see a sunrise. Thus she had no reason to risk her life for him.

Standing up, Anya whammed the handgun handle on Miles's head. The whiskey bottle slipped from his fingers and broke near her legs. He groaned and lost his focus due to pain.

Jumping over the sofa, Anya shot the men who tried to enter the villa due to the sounds of bullets raining. She shut the main door of the villa and grabbed more handguns from the men who were either dead or taking their last breaths.

Miles was holding his head, feeling dizzy when he heard the slamming on the main door. He began searching for something to hit her.

Anya knocked on the bedroom door, "Jackson… Out now…" Her sharp voice rang.

Dot: [The foreigner is leaving.] Hence they won't hurt that man. [The men around are rushing towards the villa.] He informed her as there were about 30 of them.

Anya commanded him, "Keep me updated." The movements of the men were really important as it was getting dark.

Jackson who had taken a look at the burly man in the bathroom was horrid. Before he could accept that, he heard the rain of bullets. 

He truly thought Anya was dead until he heard her voice. He looked at her as if she was a ghost. He instinctively caught the handgun which she tossed at him.

Jackson was clueless holding the handgun like a piece of burning coal. He watched her place the dining chair close to the door and whip Miles Johnson as if he was a punching bag. Then she effortlessly tied him to the chair.

He should be protecting her, right? 

He jolted when he heard her commands, "Watch me and learn."

"Huh?" A confused hum sounded from his lips.

He watched her fire at the men who rushed to the door while standing close to the wall. He saw the men lie dead on the ground. But the men saw Miles and didn't dare to open the fire as Miles would be hurt. 

"Got it?" Anya asked. 

She wouldn't have usually taken help but Jackson was much more strong-willed than any of the men at his age. This way, she could handle the men quickly.

Jackson snapped out at her voice. He understood that he would have to stand by the wall and keep pressing the trigger. He rattled his head and took her place. He randomly started firing out of the window without aiming. 

He heard her say, "Lock yourself if you notice the door can't hold." Then she went upstairs. 

Jackson was firing at the men at the door when he heard screams from outside. He heard a few men fall to the ground from the height. Nevertheless, nobody tried to break the door.

He changed the handgun when bullets were over and continued to fire while Miles tried to scare him, and tried to lure him with more money if he released him.

Instead of giving in to Miles, Jackson threw the empty bullet handgun in Miles's face. Although he didn't know the foreign language, he was able to understand when Miles mentioned his college projects. Thus he deduced Miles was trading him and Emma to the foreigner.

Time crawled for them. The bullets ran out in five handguns. Holding the last handgun, Jackson's hand began quivering. 

The sound of bullets and screaming hands stopped long back. It was getting dark, he wasn't able to spot men outside. Neither Anya went to see him. So he began taking intervals between each shot as he counted the bullets.

He slowly peeked at the window and spotted nobody. Did he fire in the air? He swallowed hard, standing away. He looked at Miles who was struggling so long to escape the tie and was faintly groaning. He turned on the torch on his mobile and flashed it on Miles's face. His attention shifted to the pool of blood on the floor under Miles' shoes and behind the chair.

Rushing behind Miles, he saw the cable tied around Miles's hand had cut through the skin around his wrist. He discerned Anya had used a unique method that didn't loosen the cable by struggle but tightened and hurt Miles.

'Shot.'

Jackson gasped hearing the bullet sound after a long time. 

Miles hid his pain and tried to scare the young man, "Are you waiting for her?" He sneered, "She will be dead by now." He snickered scornfully.

Jackson's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't thought of the possibility. His breathing twitched. Was that the reason Anya didn't return?

He ran upstairs to check on Anya and realized Anya wasn't in the villa at all. He peeked downstairs from the balcony. Under the faint light from afar, he felt like he saw a short-haired girl jumping over the wall. But the frame disappeared.

He ran back downstairs, trying to figure out how to remove the bullet magazine to check the number of bullets. He saw there were three bullets left. 

If he can't leave alive, he will kill Miles before it. Thus he sat on the floor pointing at Miles, under the window.

Miles tried to buy the man, "If you untie me, I will send you back to Narnia and give you enough money to stay put." But he forgot he wasn't dealing with some dumb clueless students. Jackson was a ranked mathematics student of Narnia.

Jackson smiled bleakly, holding the handgun tighter, and pointing the nozzle towards Miles. Why would a criminal let go of the man who saw the crime firsthand? He didn't fall for the trap.

As time ticked by, Jackson was losing hope to see Anya alive. Looking at the bodies around, he doubted if he could even leave the country or be imprisoned for mass murder.

Recalling his mother in the hospital, tears pooled in his eyes, unable to accept he won't be able to return home and can't look after his parents.

Miles could only grit his teeth, looking at the young man who didn't have hope, at the same time he wasn't ready to free him. He began wondering if Anya was dead as he had appointed a large amount of sentry even outside the garnet. They would rush inside to save him and kill her.