Chapter 33

With Anger written in capital letters on his forehead, and agony displayed over his countenance, Trevor grasped his revolver and holstered it. 

 He was ranting and soliloquizing as he kept on preparing...... preparing for a straight head on fight.

  "I'll save that ludic chum before he'll lose his neck....... Jekyll will feel my return today, the return of the Dagon", he mumbled as he strapped in his belt two daggers and stacks of deadly darts.

  He was about to leave the room when Tigreal banged in, sweat dripping from off his face as if he was being chased.

  "What the hell is going on?..... Who's chasing you?", Trevor screamed out loudly with fear, getting his guns ready for action.

   "Screw you Son of a gun. Do you know how to do anything else except holding a gun?", Tigreal chuckled.

  "Do I look like someone who's in the mood for entertainment right now?. I'm going to bathe Jekyll in a blood pool toda