Masked Fucker

So Malik finally caught up with us, that was a good plan, I must admit, risking your ass by contacting the hit squad which is also after you, exposing our location to them, in order to slow us down long enough for you to catch up yourself, pretty good. You may be a raging lunatic, but you still didn't lose your main talent, that's good.

So wtf happened? Well, as I said, Malik caught up with us, he used the fact that we were recuperating from the attack we suffered by the hit squad and sneaked into our base. I don't know how he was able to sneak by my gang, but he managed, cause one second I'm taking care of the cuts on my arm and the other I have the tip of the katana at my throat.

Malik was right there, unwashed hair, dirty clothes and a really pissed off look on his face, telling me to get up. So I slowly complied, in all honesty, I was surprised that he didn't cut me down then and there, guess he wanted me to suffer.

"What too-" I tried to start a conversation, but he interrupted me by smacking me in the face with the butt of the katana, which made me fall down, shit hurt asshole. As I was one the floor, busy checking if my nose was busted or not, he started yammering on about how long he was waiting for this moment, how I was finally going to get what was coming to me and how I would pay for what I did, yadda, yadda, the typical speech bullshit. I honestly couldn't help but laugh at his jibber jabber, I mean, so what? Who cares? So she's dead, it sucks, I wish I didn't have to make that choice, hell, I wasn't even the one who killed her, I just opened the door, that's all I did. But, again, so what? Shit happens, you get over it and move on, nah, instead he spent every single minute of his pathetic life trying to hunt me down, I mean, how pathetic can you get? It's just funny, I would keep laughing if it wouldn't get any sadder, but it did.

Because as I was laughing, he was winding up for the first slice with his Katana, but then something happened. He started coughing violently, so violently I could see blood dripping onto the floor, I seized my moment and swiped his legs from under him, making him fall on the floor and drop his katana. He continued to cough, unable to stand up, he did attempt to swing a punch at me, but I easily grabbed his arm in mid-punch and stopped him, it was piss easy. After which I threw him across the room, making him hit the table and fall right back on the floor, he kept on coughing, after which he began to throw up.

Then it hit me, all that shit he's been injecting himself with, it must have started to act up, withdrawal, not to mention, who knows how fucked up he is internally after injecting himself with various servant blood. It was a pathetic sight, a skinny, pale, dirt covered, bloody, vomiting mess of a rage induced, suffering from withdrawal lunatic. I was ready to put him out of his misery, but, for some reason, I tried to reason with him yet again, tried to convince him to stop, drop it, move on, get the fuck out of here and never look back, I got the typical response, to go fuck myself.

At which point, I was ready to take him out, save him the suffering he was inflicting upon himself, so I picked up his katana and now the roles were reversed, now I was the one winding up for the killing strike. And then it happened, a striking pain in my back, a burning sensation, as if somebody was ripping my back apart from the inside, the pain was so strong, my vision went murky, after which the burning sensation went to my arm, it hurt like hell, I was forced to drop the katana, run towards the sink and put my arm underneath cold water, it hurt so bad.

As I was gaining back my vision, first thing I did was make sure Malik was still on the floor, however, when I looked back, I saw our old house-mate, Franky and he was helping Malik up. I have no idea where he came from, but it was clear that he was the one who helped Malik get inside. The pain came back and I passed out. When I came to, both of them were gone, so was the pain, I don't know what Franky did to me, but my arm was covered in burn marks, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad, as my back,which had one circular spot, which was one big burn mark.

I'm done fucking around, no more hesitations.
























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