The Ultimate Face-Off

Kelly  

The warehouse was pitch-black, the only source of light coming from the streetlamp outside. I was tired of Davis’s silly games, same pattern, same ways, all he wanted was to lure me to wherever he was and play his stupid games, and I was seriously tired of it. Sparks from the shattered overhead bulb still cracked in the distance, but everything else was still. 

I pressed myself against the cold concrete floor, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes struggled to adjust, but all I could make out were shadows shifting in the dark.  

Somewhere in the distance, my father let out a weak cough.  ...