The assassin stood over the body of his latest victim — his eyes wide open, blood leaking from the slit in his neck, painting the ground beneath him red. His phone still lay where it had fallen, its last call itll make. To his only family.
A daughter. A little girl who doesn't know her father isn't coming back.
No matter the sob stories, a man who dines with demons is a demon.
You had choices. You could've stayed clean. Could've fought harder for her. But you didn't. You chose the fast lane, the blood money. You let yourself fall.
You should've done better for your daughter. But don't worry, rest in peace she'll be loved. The best way to end the remaining five in there is to use him to set them off their balance.
Grabbing him by the leg I drag him to the door, I'll use him to get them confused. I drag his body to his feet and begging banging on the door.
" Just open the door man, stop knocking so loud"
-BANG BANG BANG-
"Motherfucker you better have a good reason for this shit"
-BANG BANG BANG-
"What's all that noise?"
"That bastard Benjamin banging on the door skinny. We think he broke the handle outside."
-BANG BANG BANG -
" I don't care just open the door that noise is getting on my last nerve."
I hear the footsteps approaching. Quickly opening the door I push the body in and roll a flashbang after it before slamming the door shut.
" Benjamin what the fuck, grena-ahh"
Let there be light
Getting hit with my custom flashbang the Model K-0N1: The Screaming Sun. Two times stronger than the Zarya-2. 60 million candela of light with 180 decibels of sound, powerful enough to burn the eyes and tear the ear drums.
Opening the door, my first victim was standing before me. Using Shitō, I quickly slit his throat, and Chikatō to slice from his solar plexus to his navel, his organs spilling onto the floor.
The next two I made short work of — slicing across the first's neck and driving Shitō through his submental area, ending it all with an X-slash. Rinse and repeat.
The next was 2 meters away — throwing five knives: one for the heart, one for the head, two for the shoulders, and one for the head, pinning him to the wooden beam behind him.
The final man was Skinny — the bastard planning to hurt the girl. I stand and wait. He struggles to get his senses; he was backing the grenade, so only his ears are gone.
He's finally turned to face me.
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Fuck, my ears are ringing. I'm feeling liquid trickling down.
Reaching for my ears — it's blood. My eardrums burst.
Was there an explosion? I'm so dizzy.
I turn to see everyone dead — with a demon standing in the middle of their bodies.
I can't move. Who is he? Why is he doing this?
We made sure not to grab any high-profile kid...
We're the only gang in this city. We've paid off all the police — there's no enemy we have that'd send someone this good...
"Kore wa omae ga tsuketa subete no kizu..."
Who are you?
"Fuminijitta subete no tamashii e no mukui da."
What do you want, money?
"Ore wa omae ga kesshite yosō shinakatta sabaki da."
Whatever they're paying you — I'll double it. Triple even!
"Omae ga uragitta monotachi no fukushū ga..."
Please, don't kill me!
"Tsumi yori mo fukaku kirikomu no o kanjiro."
Please... noooo!!!
"Hyaku no yaiba ni yoru shi da."
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He finally faces me. Blood running down from both ears. He's not screaming — yet. He's too disoriented, too scared to understand what's coming, how slow and painful it'll be. Good.
I step forward.
Ichi. He flinches, confused, barely reacts before I slash again.
Ni. He stumbles back,his hands making a pitiful attempt to guard.
San, Yon — I carve through his muscle, the rotting meat on his bones.
Go, Roku — his screams start.
Nana, Hachi, Kyuu — his shirt's soaked red.
Juu. I drag it across his chest. Not deep — not yet. Not enough.
Ni-Juu. He's sobbing and begging, the same monster that planed to hurt a defenless girl.
San-Juu, he tries to crawl away, a very pitiful attempt at it. I've seen babies do better.
Yon-Juu . He's begging in a voice that doesn't sound human, and I'm not even halfway done.
Go-Juu.He's still alive. Still breathing. That offends me.
Roku-Juu, Nana-Juu. He's not even looking at me now. Just mumbling to a God that doesn't listen.
Hachi-Juu. His flesh is ribbons, his clothes are in strips, the expensive suit barely recognisable. His eyes barely hold awareness. His body look like raw meat, his intestines hanging out, his ribcage showing on both sides.
Kyuu-Juu Kyuu. Slicing up his genitals he used for rape till no one could tell if he was man or woman. His spine open for all to see, his skin flayed off his thighs.
I grab his jaw the skin of what's left of his face flapping around. Making sure he's looking right at me.
"Hyaku."
I drag Shitō across his throat with the hundredth stroke. Clean and final.
He falls to the floor. Crumples like a marionette with cut strings, lifeless with his eyes wide open.
Standing up I begin opening each door carefully to see if there's any other surviving person, I doubt it but there can be no mistakes.
Searching through each one, I see the little girl crying, huddled in a corner.
I can't talk to her—not with all the blood and this mask. I was never good with kids anyway.
I'll return with her brother. Maybe that'll calm her down.Walking past her, I head down the hall to Scarface's office. It's a thick steel door, but that isn't enough to block out all the sound.
I wonder why Scarface didn't hear the noise—until I notice, its soundproof. What kind of paranoia makes a man soundproof a room in a warehouse?
I test the handle. The door opens silently and easily—clearly, the man doesn't like stress.
I slip inside and see the boy tied up by his hands with his binds hooked onto a ceiling fan hook.
Scarface is right in front of me, loud Beethoven blaring from speakers all around. I can barely hear my thoughts.
The boy sees me. I signal for him to be quiet—not that he could talk, with his mouth sealed.
Scarface moves his body in a weird attempt to dance, a very irritating sight. I see the tools he planned to use on the boy: riding crop, ball gag, cane, nipple clamps, and lube.
With a butt plug, but seeing how he kept it aside, it's probably for him. Eww, i've had enough.
I walk up behind him and he turns at the perfect moment to see my fist collide with his face.The punch knocks out teeth and sends him crashing to the ground.
Turning off the music i turn my attention to the boy and set him loose, removing his gag and placing him on the table. Are you okay? he's nodding.
There's fear in his eyes, but he still holds my gaze. Strong kid. The ordeal he almost went through with Scarface and my entire outfit and he hasn't started crying. I'm impressed
"Do you play video games?"
He nods. I hand him my phone and earbuds.
"Sit in the corner, back facing me. Play any game you want."
"What about my sister?"
"She's safe. I stopped them from hurting her."
"Can I go to see her now?"
It's still not safe outside, let me finish with him then we'll leave.
"Are you gonna kill him?"
"Definitely."
The boys nodding I can see he still has one question in his head.
"Are you a superhero?"
Surprised by the question, I nod.
"Yeah. I'm Shadow Demon.
"Cool."
He puts on the earbuds and sits in the corner. I turn and see Scarface attempting to get up, still dazed from the punch earlier.
Now… time to get to work.