48A Displaced Jason
Chapter 3
The quiet sounds of the night echoed across Remnant. People were already asleep and some vehicles at the distance were heard but there was one particular place which these sounds didn't reach; the shop "Dust Till Dawn". Fog creeped from the alleyways and to the area where a group of people wearing tuxedoes, two mangled bodies, an unconscious girl wearing a lolita dress and the most striking feature of them all the legendary slasher from the movie: "Friday the 13th".
"Che-che-che-ah-ah-ah"
The men wearing tuxedoes moved slightly back with their weapons ready to add more holes in the tattered clothes of the hulking man that was in front of them. It would have been an easier task without all the sudden fog that came out of nowhere; most of the men were without a shadow of a doubt scared of said man and some of them don't even think they can match up to him even with all of them attacking together. Such was the predicament of the thugs that were hired by the notorious Roman Torchwick.
To be able to see in this thick fog was actually surprising, if I was in one of those thugs' shoe all I could see is just fog; a fog so thick that if you stretch your arms out you won't be able to see them.
'Looks like Ginger can't see as well,' I thought.
Just in front of me about a few meters away was the head honcho of the group stumbling around the fog, with his right arm forward and his cane aimed at me as a precaution just in case someone was in front of him
He. Is. First…
Woah… that was? Shaking my head I begin to walk towards Ginger (I'm calling him that). You know for someone as tall and buff as me I'm surprised that I'm really quiet.
""Che-che-che-ah-ah-ah" I blurted it out.
I quickly covered the part of my mask where the mouth should be. Ginger looked up and stared at my direction. I froze deathly still as he continued to stare at my direction. He gave a loud scoff and have his most cockiest grin.
"So what? Your Semblance allows you to make fog? Pretty useful for someone who wants to run away?!" he shouted.
Give him to me!?
My hand shot forward grabbing his dominant arm, the look of shock that registered on his face delighted me so much… but why stop there…? Pulling him towards me I finally came face to face with him. He tried struggling under my vice grip… pathetic. Wrapping my right arm around him I firmly pulled him towards my chest, he squirmed like a captured animal as I wrap my other arm around him and began to squeeze… hard…
He hacked up blood which splattered all over my mask…damn now I need to clean this off… the sweet sounds of bones and ribcages cracking was just simply music to my ears. I want to hear more! As I squeezed tighter he finally found the urge to fight back. Dropping his cane he started to hit my face over and over again, this gave me the motivation to continue…
"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He shouted in pure terror all the while crimson slobber was thrown here and there.
STOP!
I immediately let go of Ginger as he flopped down the ground with a resounding splat, he started crawling away from me as he tried to reach for his cane. Tilting my head to one side I watched as he weakly grasped on to the stick.
End. Him…
I walked up towards him slowly. He felt my presence as his weak attempts turn more frequent. Finally taking hold of the weapon he turned around to face me with the barrel of the cane aimed at my face. He gave a bloodied grim smile and pulled the trigger blowing its contents in my face. I fell backwards crashing with a loud thud that echoed in the area. Unsurprisingly I didn't feel any pain at all. I laid there for a few more minutes as the fog slowly crawled back to the alleyways. I heard footsteps beside me slowly fading away.
"Let's… get out… of here" he muttered.
They escaped…
I let them gO…
I… won't…accept this….
They. Won't. Get. Away.
The clouds above Vale grow darker as more thunder storms seem to make themselves known. All of a sudden a huge bolt of lightning struck down on my being and then another and another and another. On the tenth strike everything stopped abruptly. The street was eerily silent as I lay still on the asphalt.
Get…up…
Denying the order I decided that laying still was a better cho- I immediately sat up and swung my head to the right and looked straight at the three people that were trying to escape me. Standing up, I started to jog towards them. With each thump of my boots the looks on their faces went from surprised to horror and finally to straight up panic.
One of the henchmen raised their weapon at me hoping to slow me down but I reacted faster. Gripping my machete with two hands I threw the blade towards him; the flight time didn't take long as the blade now resides on the man's trachea and the tip of the blade protruding from the back, the look of utter shock on his face as he tried to register what just happened, when I reached him I pulled the machete out of his throat followed by several blood splatters that slopped on the grey asphalt. He twitched forwards and backwards as he tried to balance himself all the while grabbing at his throat hoping to stop the blood flow but all he got in return were bloodied gurgles, as he does so I looked down on my machete to see a pink tube stuck in the middle of my blade. With a quick flick the tube slipped up easily, I then followed it up with a series of slashed at the gurgling person in front of me. I started with a downward slash followed by another forming an 'X' in his bloodied tuxedo, I then slashed horizontally allowing his guts to splatter all over the floor, when the blade collided with his skin for a fourth time it stuck on his right shoulder. Not giving him the time of rest I raised my right leg and kicked his right knee breaking it which made him go on his knees. The look on his eyes gave me pure bliss, as I swung horizontally decapitating him; without his throat made the action more easier…
The body twitched for a few seconds before finally falling backwards allowing the whole world to see its beautiful, gruesome glory. Snapping my neck to the left to see the last henchman with a look that was beyond terrified as he pointed a blade at me – shakily I might add.
"P-p-p-please! Let me go! I-I-I-I promise I won't T-tell anyone what happened here," He said weakly.
No…
The first thing I noticed was the thick fog that surrounded my being when I reemerged I found myself behind the henchman. He looked left then right, when he saw no one he gave a sigh of relief.
"Thank Oum! I'll never take this job ever again!" He said as he collapsed backwards.
His relief dissipated as he looked up the sky hoping to find a shattered moon, but all he found was me staring down at him. His eyes turned dinner plates and his pupils became pinpricks. He tried to scream but before any form of voice came out my massive hand wrapped around his entire head. Lifting him up he started fighting back by throwing punches at me, I grabbed one of his legs and raised them up as well, he started squirming in my arms like a new born baby. I went down on to one knee then proceeded to crash his lower back on my raised knee, The sound of a spine breaking gave me some form of glee as the man gave a muffled scream, repeating the same thing although instead of a crack and a muffled scream and I heard was a fleshy tear and no scream. This infuriated me. WHY. WON'T. YOU. SCREAM?!
Lost in my blood lust I repeated it for the third and last time I accidentally tore him in half, looking at him right now I could see his horrified face with his bloodshot eyes gazing down the torso area I could see all the guts that were strewn all over my right knee with some bits and pieces of ivory bones. Throwing him aside, the lower and upper halves splattered loudly on the pavement. Slowly looking towards Ginger I could see another individual helping him. Instead of a black tuxedo this one sported the most ice cream like clothes; with one half being pink and another white, she looked at me with a deep scowl on her face as she and Ginger stood still.
Taking this sweet opportunity I stood up, fog enveloped me and when I reemerged I was face to face with Ginger, I shot my hand to his throat and gripped tightly when the sound of something breaking filled my ears. To my disappointment it's not bones that broke instead it was glass that shattered. Looking at my hand I could see multiple shards of glass stuck on my hand.
The sound of a loud humming entered my ears as I looked up to see a VTOL lift off; on its side were the petite girl and a horribly wounded Ginger. The doors closed on and the VTOL left the area.
Huh? What happened? Last I remember I was on the ground. I looked across me and horror filled my eyes, right there strewn across the pavement was the lower half of a dead body, his upper section wasn't far behind.
"Put you weapon down now!" A voice called out.
Turning around I saw a blond woman with round rimmed glasses; she wore a white long sleeve that was rolled up to her arms, the remainder of her long sleeve was tucked inside of a tight black skirt the emphasized on the womanly curves, on her hand was a riding crop that was pointed at me. On her right side was the red hooded girl, the look on her face told numerous horrors as she stared at the newly painted street.
"I won't repeat myself again," she said sternly.
We both stared off of each other for another minute, during this time period a whisper echoed in my mind.
KiLl tHem, kIlL ThEM, Kill thEM.
I swallowed my saliva as I pulled out my machete and the woman tensed her muscles.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAACK!
Okay first off I just want to say I am terribly sorry for the lack of update and I blame my laziness for this but upon seeing your amazing support I just had to write again I mean almost 1,600 readers! THAT'S INSANE. I really am grateful that you guys still read this and I promise to do this more often… I hope
Anyways so it appears that Mitch is experiencing double personalities: one his own and two the killer personality. And Ruby and Glynda is traumatized; if you guys are angry at me for traumatizing our favorite cookie monster think again. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY COOKIES DIED UNDER HER WATCH? But in all seriousness a traumatized Ruby is actually important to the plot so I hope you can understand.
As always I feel that I still have room for improvement so please some constructive criticism and some few pointers on how to make it more brutal! I suppose that's all I can say.
Peace~
