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Chapter 4: Dawn of Brutality
(Note~detailed torture ahead. So if you can't stomach it. Skip it. Also might have some grammar or missed word's.. )
[Early Morning – the slums]
Before the first light of day could warm the grim streets where the miserable people lay rested, Noah was already on the move to go wash his neck, and back....lick my balls annd ma crac—....[bahahahahaha sorry sorry]
Anyway, he was on his way to the fountain where it all started, where Rio met celia, venessa, and the snobby first princess. To be honest when he needs to clean his nutsacks, he always goes there, to try met celia, and the princess, though sadly that hasn't happened yet, putting noah in a rather doubtful mood.
He even brought rio here to try and summon them, spouting nonsense like, "ol great one, ol great one's, hurry the fuck up and summon the important people", but shame on him, all he got was a stink sock to his face.
Standing Infront of the small fountain once again, he took his shirt off, his lean body flexing to absolutely nobody. He sat down next to the fountain, a wooden bucket in his hand. He scooped some water, and poured it over his head.
As cold water ran down on his face, neck, chest, and back, his mind drifted to an unknown place, as he scooped another bucket of water, and dropped it over him again.
This continued for about 10 silent minutes, before he finished up, by shaking his wet hair, and drieing his body with a small towel that rio gave him.
Sad part about that, was this towel is the only towel they had, and you can probably guess the rest.
It made him grip the towel tightly as he always did, a *TSK* leaving his mouth.
'This shit is pissing me the fuck off.' He thought.
Just then, as if Ms fate didn't want him angry, had him lean over the fountain to wash the the towel, his high senses catching a hushed snippet of conversation from a passing street rat not so far from him: "...man, have you heard what happened last-night, the second princess was kidnapped."
Drip....
The words hit him like a pimp hits a bitch with his almighty pimp hands.
His ear's perking up like Pinocchios nose, eager to catch more of this juicy conversation.
"Holy shit, that's.... something else. The king's gotta be furious about this huh. I can just imagine what he's feeling right now. " His mate replied, awe, and shock in his voice.
As for noah? A curly grin whipped on his face like it wanted to form a U.
He slowly wiped his face with the towel, then it disappeared in a instant.
'Finally, the main fucken story, ' he thought. That grin still on his face.
Without a moment's hesitation, Noah set sail like captain jack sparrow through the narrowed slum ally's.
His distinction? To a pack of dickheads so called "lay low and not be found" place.
His purpose? To be a villain, and a hero.
My guy didnt even bother putting his fucken shirt on, cause the damn adrenaline he felt at that moment made him forget about it.
FYI: noah is a hard core adrenaline, and battle junkie. (^_^;)
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He activated that same skill he used at that pathetic noble's mansion.
Red dots scattered his vision, but only a few glowed with a peculiar shade.
The right shade at that~
He moved like a phantom across rooftops, his parkour skills scaring cat's and birds as he flew passed, his feet kissing the edges of buildings like a seasoned Shinobi.
Five minutes in, he came to halt, as he crouched on the roof of a moldy old shitty shack, with him resting his elbows on his knees like a devil catching his breath before his sinister judgment.
Below him was movement. Or red dot movement to be precise.
But before he could dive into his lovely mischief, the story pulled away from him.
It's next victim? The damsel in distress.
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[Inside the Hideout – Flora's POV]
If one, stepped, layed, or face planted on the concrete floor, they would feel the filth, and coldness of it.
But the room?
The room reeked with sweat that only pig's, and fat people would leave.
It was almost as if despair had a scent and this was it. Feel despair with stinkness, sounds pretty horrible, huh?.
But one man—i mean girl, sinked in that stink despair as she sat on the cold floor, her wrists bound, with the gown she wore torn at the hem.
The ropes had long since chafed her delicate skin, leaving red welts where royalty should never be marred.
Her breath was shallow with her limbs trembling every exhale.
Two of the men who should have been there, had gone out.
Sadly leaving only three.
And one… was inching closer.
His diddy hands reaching out with a soul purpose.
To touch this girl in unknown way's.
"No," she whispered under her breath, that could barely be called a sound. "Please…"
But she knew. Words wouldn't help her here. Not in a place like this, nor in a situation like this.
Tears ran down her face like rain drops on a window.
'So this is how I die…?' The thought echoed like a haunting song through her skull. Her father… her sister… her little baby sister... her mother… They'd never even know what happened to her. Cause she would be disposed of after such wickedness.
Is what she came to think anyway.
They'd probably never find her body also.
She clamped her jaw, with the will she had forcing back anymore tears, but they unfortunately spilled anyway.
Her fear was an ocean, deep, endless, and utter darkness. She, in this very moment, felt like she was drowning.
The thug that was inching closer, crouched beside her, a sick grin splitting on his lips. His ugly face filled with what one would call: Bliss. "Don't cry, princess. You're about to be a real woman. So lighten up, I won't be rough, trust me hehe~"
Flora gagged. A gag of a person who wanted to vomit but couldn't.
Her chest ached.
And the little pride she had shattered like weak glass.
She could feel her heart slow down beat by beat seemingly giving up on her.
'I'm sorry… I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry… I'm—'
Sniff.
Her repeated thoughts froze.
Something… smelled nice?
There was no sound—no movement—just a lovely scent. Sweet. Dark. And.... soothing.
The nice scent cut through the stench of the room like silk against rusted metal.
Her eyes widened just a bit. The color her eye's lost, flickering back for second.
'What… is that?'
Her lips parted slightly. Her body reacted on instinct. Her once slow heartbeat picking up speed. Her breathing once shallow now rapid. It wasn't from fear nor excitement.
No…
It was warmth.
Hope.
Safety.
And something else… something forbidden. The scent made her thighs clench unconsciously.
(A/n:kill me....)
She didn't understand why. But it made her feel…. alive.
Then....
"Yeppy Kai yay motherfuckers!!~"
BOOOOM!!
The ceiling, which didn't have a hole in it before, now had a hole opened like a women's booty hole.
Wood splintered.
Dust exploded into the air like a miniature sandstorm.
Everyone in the room turned to look back. The commotion startling them.
A figure stood in amongst the dust, the figures eye's glowing a faint gold through the dust.
The figures sex: male. He stood Shirtless like a divine deity. His shitty slum shorts catching every dust that slowly settled.
He was barefoot like the rocks were nothing but smooth grass.
But his presence stomped like a king—nah, fuck that, like an emperor more like it.
(A/n: the glazing is strong on this one boy's and gal's. Smh)
Flora didn't know who he was. Nor did the thug's know who this child was.
But in that moment?
He was her hope and safety.
But to the thug's, he was soon the nightmare these homos never saw or wished showed up.
The three thugs froze in place. The one who had been paranoid all this time, reached for a sword, the other doing the same, and the last one—who had crouched beside Flora—stood slowly with a blade that was somehow drawn and pointed toward the intruder.
And then, from the smoke and shattered ceiling, his voice echoed like smooth venom.
"Yo… yous really are some sick motherfuckers, and that's saying something coming from one~"
Flora's heart skipped a beat when she saw his full frame. 'Woah. H-he's so beautiful! '
Hearing the mockery in Noah's tone, one thug snorted, "Who the hell are you, you little shit!?"
Noah rolled his neck, cracking it lazily, a lazy grin forming slowly. " I wanna kill yous", that's who. So let's dance~"
A surprised flicker passed through there eye's, "Kill us? But your just a mere kid?"
Noah shrugged, and replied with just one word that dripped with mockery. "C'mon~"
They looked at each other, and connection of eye communication going on like nobody's business started happening.
And with a single nod.
Two of the thug's charged full bull style towards noah.
However, noah put them out of his thoughts for a bit. He wondered if he should instantly kill em? Or toy with them. One seemed fun, and so did the other one.
The debate was hard for poor noah.
The first thug swung his blade in a downwards motion, his swing aiming for an instant kill.
Oh....
And out of nowhere, a second blade seemed to wanna join in. The second thug "somehow", got behind noah and swung his blade just like the first thug did.
A sync attack. Perfectly practiced to.
The third one stayed back, holding his blade towards Flora's neck, ready to strike with no hesitation.
Everything slowed when his lazy gaze saw the blade at her neck. It snapped him out of his thoughts instantly.
The on-coming sharp blade's didn't even make him lift an eyebrow. Or even catch his mere gaze.
However, the third guy's action did something to him he couldn't explain once more.
An old feeling crept up again, like he has somehow saw this scene before. Something like deja vu.
An old feeling bloomed, and without a word.
He vanished. Leaving no after images, or even a faint sound. It's like he just glitched out.
(A/n:if you can't imagine that, then just think of that fight on the train in "the eminence of shadows", you should know)
The thug at the back blinked in surprise—and then noah was behind him. Levitating a little.
Then—CRACK!
He grabbed the guy's hair, and planted his foot on the thug's lower back, then pushed slightly. Disconnecting the guy's head from his body, or his neck to exact. His blood flared up like a volcano, some hitting Flora's face, and some soaking Noah's whole face.
The guy's headless expression had wide eye's, and a look that probably said "im fucked".
THUD!
The other two thug's who felt there swords hit air, felt something warm on there face's.
He was Infront. And now he was behind them?
Noah summoned his trusty bud's and did what he just did before.
Vanished.
However, he didn't slice there heads off, or tore there guts out. He just sliced little mark's on them that'll paralyze them in about three seconds.
1...2...3....
They didn't even know what happened until they dropped to the floor.
The only(leaving out them)sound in the room now was Flora's breath—ragged, but no longer from fear.
She couldn't speak.
Nor could she move.
Hell, it even surprised noah that she hadn't passed out like she did in the anime from this scene. Which was more brutal then that one.
Only if he knew, that those eyes—those piercing red-gold eyes—looking at her with an intensity that sent a jolt through her spine, kept her from falling unconscious.
He took a step toward her.
And crouched down.
He let no words slip from his lips. Just an extended hand.
She didn't even think.
Her hands that were tied cut with an unknown slice, but she didn't care about that. With her weak and trembling hands, she reached for his, thinking he was about to carry her like the heros she read about.
Oh. How wrong she was.
Noah's extended hand slipped passed hers. It's destination aiming to knock her unconscious from hitting the back of her neck.
Flora's eyes fluttered in confusion as Noah's hand brushed past hers. A soft gasp escaped her lips, too quiet to echo in the blood-drenched silence.
She then realized what he was about to do.
"W-Wait…" she whispered, but it was too late.
Thwack!
His hand struck the back of her neck with swift precision—gentle, but effective. Her pupils dilated briefly before her body slumped forward like a puppet with its strings cut. Noah caught her easily before she hit the cold stone, lowering her slowly.
He brushed a bit of blood from her cheek. "Take a long good nap, princess. "
He stood up slowly, his gold-red eyes, previously dull with his usual lazy look, sharpened into a silent fury.
He then turned menacingly towards them.
The two paralyzed thugs on the floor were still breathing, their eyes wide and twitching, their bodies limp from the shallow cuts he'd carved across their body's.
They couldn't move—nor could they scream, or even plea.
But y'know what they could do? Feel pain~
"Oh, good," Noah said softly, strolling over to them with a walk too casual for someone surrounded by so much blood. "I thought yous would of fucked off to dreamland already. But I guess not, " with a low snicker, he continued, " And you know… I was really gonna let you losers off easy. Quick deaths. No screaming. No mess. Basically painless death's~"
He crouched in front of them, letting out a soft laugh, laced with amusement, and venom.
"But then… I saw what you were doing to her." His voice darkened like a storm rolling in. "So, yeah. Change of plans. I'm gonna peel you apart like oranges. Hope that's cool~"
The first thug whimpered through a locked jaw. The other tried to blink out a plea. But they got ignored like ants.
Noahs fancy looking dagger that was in his hold, slowly decending towards the thug's nails.
"Let's start light, yeah?~"
Slice.
The first thug's fingernail was peeled off slowly. His whole body scattered with goosebumps. His finger oozed with blood like syrup. All happening under noah's eerie curiosity.
"Damn, this one's got thick nails. Bet your mama was stressing with theses ugly thing. "
Then he went for the second finger.
And the third.
By the time he reached the ninth nail, the man's mouth was locked in a silent scream. Tears pouring from both eyes like water fall's.
"Painful huh. Good. But it ain't personal. This next part, though?" Noah then moved his hand to lay flat on the cold stone, his dagger in an vegetable chopping stance.
"Let's start from the top, then the middle, then the whole thing, ay~"
Then—Slice!
"That's the top~"
Slice!
"That's the middle~"
Slice....
"And that's the end. Now, we got nine more to go. Eheheheheahahahahahahahahaha!!"
Noah repeated what he did to the first finger to all his other's. Loving every moment of it.
The thug's look right now was beautiful to noah, the despair, the silent agony, the rage, the loud plea, the "hurry up and kill me" flicker, the horror.
And seeing noah—nah, this demon enjoy every bit of it, made him piss himself, and pretty sure he shat himself to.
His buddy watched this whole thing in horror, with wide eye's, and rapid breathing, and a "bro, I pissed myself" look.
When noah cut of his last finger, he nodded with mildly amusement. "Noww. I'm gonna take your ears for not listening. Then your arms for almost touching such an innocent girl. Thennn, I'm gonna fed you your shitty insides like a cannibal~, sweet?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Even if the guy could speak he wouldn't back down, nor hesitate.
He paused for second, lightly adding. "Also, if you fall unconscious, I swear to my mother I'm shoving that's guy's dick in your mouth. Don't ask how im gonna do it, cause that's not important. "
He then got to it.
He sliced off both ear's cleanly, which he threw at the other guy's face right after.
Then, like how did with the guy's finger's, he started from bottom, middle, then top, on both his arm's
By the time Noah carved through the last chunk of mangled flesh where the thug's arm used to be, the bastard was a twitching, gurgling mess of meat and sobs. Noah gave a slow, theatrical clap.
"Bravo. You didn't pass out. Kinda proud of you, not gonna lie."
He stood up, wiped the blood off his blade by dragging it along the thug's own tattered pants, and casually turned to his stomach.
"Hmmm. You might die before you could even munch your organs and shit," He tapped his chin with his bloody fingers, a light hum leaving his mouth, seemingly in deep thought.
After a couple of seconds. He smirked. "Meh. I give no fucks. Cause before you do die, I'm stomping your mouth which soon would be filled with your guts~"
Then, like a seasoned psycho.
He plunged his dagger into the thug's belly. Schlick, and blood oozing. Then, with slow, cruel precision, Noah dragged the blade sideways. The man screamed muffledly—choking, shaking as Noah pulled apart the flesh like tearing open a fruit.
"Shh, shh," Noah whispered. "It's rude to scream during meal prep."
He reached into his open gut, feeling around until he found what he wanted. Then he yanked out a glistening coil of intestines.
Warm, pulsing, and steaming.
"Bon appétit~"
Noah shoved the chunk forward, forcing the man to look at it.
"Eat."
Noah completely forgot the guy was paralyzed, so he kinda thought the guy was being a big stubborn baby. And he cut the damn guy's ear's off.
Noah. You evil motherfucker.
The thug couldn't shake his head. So he used his eye's. His panicked moans following his eye's, as they went sideways rapidly.
Noahs child like wide eye's didn't like that answer.
He slammed the guy's head against the floor once—hard enough to crack the stone and draw fresh blood.
"I said, eat, you useless shit~"
When the thug still resisted, Noah grabbed his jaw and forced it open.
"You can't fight me, you worthless sack of shit. You don't get to say no. You don't get dignity you fucken faggot ~, now fucken eat it!"
He stuffed the bloody guts into the man's mouth. Forcefully with no show of mercy.
The thug gagged, and cried, but Noah didn't stop. He kept fulling the guy's mouth up like a stressed father.
"Now. Give satan my regards ~"
Swooosh!!
Thwack!!
Crack!!
By the time he died from Noah's low kick, his face was a grotesque canvas of blood, and levels of terror unknown to humans.
A long sigh escaped Noah's mouth.
He turned back, his eye's meeting the other's guy's eye's.
who was, at this point, shaking like a kicked mutt, eyes darting between Noah and his mutilated dead partner.
"You ready, sunshine?" Noah grinned, stepping over the puddle of piss now mixed with a dark brown stain. "I was gonna make this quick. But I'm bipolar sooo..."
He dropped into a squat beside him and leaned close, nose to nose.
"Don't worry. I'll do something special just for you. No repeats like the sack of shit over there."
Noah raised his dagger to the thug's face. No threats, no final pleas—just the soft hum of steel slicing through flesh.
One clean line down the center of the forehead.
Then another.
And another.
He wasn't trying to kill him. No, Noah was carving a grid.
"Crossword puzzle time. Let's see how many squares I can make before your skull starts peeking out."
Each shallow cut was methodical. Clean. Artistic. Blood trickled down in a symmetrical flow. The thug's face was quickly painted with red, his own skin now looking like paper being prepped for origami.
"Who would of thought one day you'll have squares on ya head, huh. "Noah mused, cocking his head like a museum curator. "Ain't it pretty?"
Then, grabbing the thug by the chin, he peeled one square open with his fingers.
The man let out a distorted gurgle, his jaw trembling, his lips twitching, and his eye's screaming.
"Shhh... Just relax. You're making it hard to focus," Noah whispered.
And he peeled another.
And another.
Skin flaps drooped like petals from a dying flower. Blood soaked into the floor, merging with the trail that led to his partner's pile of meat.
Then—SLAM!
The door burst open.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" a voice shouted.
Two silhouettes stepped into the hideout—burly, armed, and clearly just back from a supply run. One of them dropped the bag of goods instantly, the glass bottle inside shattering on the ground. The other staggered back against the doorframe, nearly slipping in the blood.
"What the fuck happened in here?!" the taller one barked.
Noah turned to face them, arms completely drenched up to the elbows, his face splattered red like a twisted tribal mask. Behind him, one thug was just a lump of dead meat, the other nothing more than human puzzle pieces.
"Oh, hey," Noah said, casual as ever, brushing a bloody strand from his face. "Welcome back. Sorry about the mess bro."
The men just gawked at him.
"I was just redecorating," he added, gesturing around with both blood-stained arms like a proud painter showing off a mural. "Whatcha think? Cute ay~"
One of them recovered quicker than the other, letting out a furious roar throughhis clamped teeth. "YOU SICK MOTHERFUCK!!"
The other thug also recovered once he heard the roar.
Without hesitation.
Both lunged at him, weapons now drawn—one with a crude axe, the other with a steel sword.
Noah's eyes gleamed.
"Ah, finally… someone still warm to play with."
The thug with the axe swung first—wild, angry, slashing down at Noah's head with everything he had. Noah lightly moved his head backwards, his dagger whipping out and slicing the man's thigh wide open.
The scream came fast—and the man dropped to one knee.
Without missing a beat, Noah used his head as a springboard, flipping over the second thug's head mid-swing. The steel sword slicing the first thug's skull instead—SLEING—collapsing face-first into the gore.
"Oh no," Noah mocked, landing lightly on his feet behind the second guy. "Did you just team kill your bro? How tragic."
The man whirled around, swinging the sword sideways again. Though it was useless.
Noah caught it with one hand.
"Now, now. That's just rude~"
He twisted it violently, yanking the weapon from his grip—and with a flick of his wrist, swinged it across the thug's kneecap. The leg sled slowly. Before a light thud, echoed.
and the man collapsing. Adding a bigger thud.
"Feel that?" Noah asked, tossing the sword aside. "That's your karma kneecap. Sliced off by your own bad decisions."
The man didn't heard noah, he was to busy tryna crawl away.
Noah let him like a generous person. Totally not gonna ruin the guy's efforts.
"Go on," he teased. "Limp to the heavens, my man. Maybe you'll find mercy up there."
As the man reached the door, his fingers barely brushing the threshold, when Noah suddenly appeared beside him like a shadow.
"Nope," he whispered.
CRACK!
A kick to the guy's temple.
Clean. And swift.
His body flew back, then he went limp.
Dieing right there.
Noah stood over him. Blood dripped from his hands, chin, shorts. Basically every inch of him soaked in it.
He looked around the room, now painted entirely red.
Flora still lay unconscious, untouched, at the back of the room like a fragile porcelain doll amidst a massacre.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
And smiled.
"I feel better now~"
With a sigh, he turned back towards the human puzzle who noah left a alive. He was still paralyzed but he was out cold now.
With a SNAP of his finger's, he summoned a cube he brought a while ago from his system shop.
The cube appeared in a bright blue glow, it floated for second, before he grabbed it lightly.
"Cubey, absorb that human puzzle for me bud~"
Swooooosh!
Cubey absorbed him faster then noah was expecting, gaining a "woah." From noahs mouth.
When cubey was done. Noah put it back into his inventory.
"Since he's the first, I'll use him till im satisfied. No homo by the way." He looked sideways as he muttered that.
Who did he side eye just then? Well YOU silly. Wink
He glanced back to Flora, still slumped unconscious against the wall. Her fragile frame looked even smaller in the dim light, arms limp, hair disheveled, dried tears streaking her cheeks.
Noah sighed through his nose.
Then, without another word, he unsummoned his dagger and lightly walked over.
He knelt down, slipping one arm beneath her knees, the other behind her back.
Her body instinctively curled into his chest as he lifted her.
His footsteps echoed across the blood-soaked floor as he headed toward the exit.
And then—
Whoosh.
A flick of his fingers. A flash of blue ignited in his palm. Ethereal flames danced unnaturally in the air, beautiful and cold, despite being fire.
He tilted his palm slightly, casting the blue fire towards the hideouts floor.
The flames obeyed. They leapt across the room like hungry serpents, licking the walls, devouring the blood-soaked floor, catching onto everything flammable. They didn't roar. They whispered, soft, sinister, and clean. No smoke. No ash.
Just it's burning silence.
Noah stepped out into the almost awakened sun, as the building began to glow behind him, soft blue light spilling through broken windows like stained glass.
With Flora in his arms, he moved.
Through alleys, across rooftops, just like how he came here.
His movements were efficient, smooth, each jump beautiful then the next. The city's stink faded behind him, replaced by the musty air of the slums.
And finally—
The shack came into his view. It was silent, cause the children were still snoring away.
Noah landed softly outside. Muttering, "Clean~"
Whoosh!
All the blood that was covering him, and flora, disappeared in a blink.
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End
(Will edit once next chapter releases)