WARNING- FOUL LANGUAGE, INHUMANE REACTIONS TO HOMICIDE
Chapter 2
Arthur heard a couple of clicks and various mechanical noises whir as the metallic door slowly slid open, horizontally to the door frame. The guard on the other side, simply wore green khaki shorts and a black vest, and a small golden badge on his breast depicting a small golden lion on its hind legs. The Tokyo police force sign. On his back, was a rifle of some sorts- Arthur had no prior knowledge of some weapons, so he could not determine- and at his waist, attached in a gun holster was a stun gun, however its voltage was illegally modified to a level where total and permanent paralysis would occur if someone was shocked. In his black stained teeth, was a blunt- presumably with some sort of drug; many of which were allowed in the camp, despite their illegal attributes.
The man smirked as he stepped forward and picked up the bound boy by the hair. Guards in this prison did not have to follow any rules.
“Did you not hear me the first time brat?! GET THE FUCK UP!” The man smashed the prisoner’s head into the brick wall of the cell, cracking the mask slightly and sending it flying off his face and onto the floor.
And Arthur’s face was revealed after solitary confinement for ‘attempted rape’ for 5 months. And since then it had changed.
The guard, despite being 3 times as heavy as the prisoner and being armed, couldn’t help but let out a small gasp and backtrack a little whilst his arm hovered over the stun gun by his holster.
The boy was silent as his eyes stared upwards, into the eyes of the guard who had just knocked the mask off. His once bright green eyes had now turned dim and no long shone, but rather pierced the guard with a deadly stare, that forced him to hesitate- if ever so slightly. The pupils of his eyes had shrunk slightly as the rest of his face was completely calm, even his mouth did not tremble. His brow stayed perfectly still, as if it was a painting, and the rest of his facial features had changed and matured a little. The bridge of his nose more defined, and his cheek bones- although sunken from lack of food- had formed appropriately. His disheveled blonde hair had gone slightly spikey and his once fringe had gone upwards with the rest of his vertical curls.
Arthur, still silent bent over slightly and took a hold of his dropped mask by biting into it and slowly stood up. He had grown 6 inches, making him 5”5 at 15- still short, but he had still grown. The boy, with the mask in his mouth, and his arms still contained in the strafe jacket, took one step forward and paused as he felt blood trickle from the wound inflicted on the side of his head just a moment ago. His eyes followed the drop of blood as it left his chin and slowly descended onto the floor with a *drip*.
The guard was now holding the stun gun, and staring inquisitively and also suspiciously at the floor where the boy was staring. And then, Arthur’s cold eyes snapped up so quickly that the guard nearly fired his gun at Arthur’s chest.
A few seconds passed, and the guard’s tensed body relaxed slightly and he awkwardly laughed it off whilst muttering quietly, “Fucking freak.” But for some reason he decided to not let the prisoner know of what he said.
He took the boy by his shoulder and pushed him roughly out the cell and into the corridor, and down towards the visitor section- the clearest and tidiest place of the whole compound.
A room, barely lit by ancient light bulbs, about 14 meters long and 12 meters wide, its walls painted with a low quality cream colour. Half of the room closest to the heavily protected entrance/exit had a smaller separate section, protected with glass, with a single young, female accountant who was typing away at her computer on her desk. There was two armed guards at the exit, who both welded assault rifles- once again a completely foreign thing to Arthur’s eyes. The room was split into two with a long desk that went horizontally across, and a thin layer of bullet proof glass acting as a wall, separating prisoners and visitors. At a chair to Arthur’s far left, right next to the barricaded doorway allowing access between the two half, was an inmate and visitor talking, through the glass. The visitor, a woman with short hair, was smoking a cigarette and did not seem too bothered, and the man who was talking avidly were oblivious to the escorted prisoner who had just entered the room.
The accountant briefly looked up with uninterested eyes, was quickly shocked as she was met with a pair of diligent and cold eyes that forced her to look down at her monitor again.
And a few meters, beyond the bullet proof glass, was a man who seemed to be roughly 6”2- a rather giant stature. He sat, leaning back in the wooden chair, which seemed to creak and groan under the pressure. He wore a pitch black cloak, which covered most of his body- but underneath was a formal suit-vest which was also black but had red rims. The golden buttons of the vest were all tightened securely, further tightening the clothing around his finely tuned abdomen. The cuffs of his long sleeves were bright silver, so bright that the light seemed to reflect all light in the room. And upon his hidden facial features, was a black stockman hat (google it if unsure), concealing his face which was looking downwards.
Something was strange about him, however. His whole body radiated some sort of aura; a deafening and vicious one that no one else could muster or oppose. Unrivaled in power, and unmistakably deadly. Truth be told, it was terrifying how calm he was, around such dangerous people.
Without even looking up, he had sensed the new arrival and let the chair plop back into its original place. He leaned forward, and crossed one leg over the other, letting his foot hang low. He looked up slightly, the hat covering his upper face. And what was revealed, was deathly smile. A smile that had faced many situations. He placed his left elbow on his right knee, and let his head be supported by it, in a lazy manner.
The guard who had escorted Arthur, audibly whimpered, and pushed Arthur forwards whilst whispering, “Only ten minutes, go!”
Arthur silently sat down, in front of the mysterious figure, despite his rather scary look.
The boy remained stubborn and waited for the man to speak first, but no response came.
So Arthur spoke first, his voice almost silent and composed, “Who-“ he stopped himself, and then continued after inhaling a breath of air. “Who are you?”
The man resumed in his pretentious smile.
“Im your savior.” His voice was difficult to describe. All Arthur could place on it, was that it was deep and full of wisdom; but also deadliness.
Despite being covered by the hat, Arthur could make out the assertive glances of his eyes, at the several guards in this room.
“Don’t tell me that-“ Arthur started.
“Yes. Exactly that.” The figure responded.
“But, why?” Arthur was genuinely confused, so much that he spoke out several times; much unlike his behavior for the past 4 months.
“I was there.”
The figure took Arthur’s silence as a lack of knowledge on the subject.
“When your parents were killed. When your sister was taken. I was there to watch it all.” He said bluntly.
Arthur’s eyes bulged slightly, and his mouth opened a little.
“I know. I should’ve come sooner to get you out of prison. But I was preoccupied; sorry.” He chuckled lightly despite the situation.
He continued, “Im here to take you out.”
“Wait!” Arthur’s voice trembled slightly, at the thought of his family. “Why-why did you not stop them?! Why did you not call for help?!”
The figure smirked and responded, “I ain’t no super hero kid. I can’t fight against three pure bloods; especially if I don’t have my V-Kit. But it doesn’t matter. The blood has been spilt, and I can’t un-spill it. All that’s left to do is to get revenge.”
Arthur’s blood was boiling, his whole body was in a state of shock. His fists were tightened so much, that blood started to flow out from the entry wounds. His mind was racing as well as his heart. Some random guy, had come to see him, and then said that not only had he witnessed his parent’s murder, but was also here to get Arthur out of prison.
“I’ve been watching you for a while, kiddo, and I ain’t pleased with how weak you’ve gotten. Letting yourself getting bullied around by some no-good punks, who got nothin’ better to do except prey on weaklings. When we get out of here, I hope to change that.”
Arthur was still confused on who this man was, his agenda, and why he had come to pick Arthur to ‘rescue’. But most of all, he did not trust him. He trusted no one.
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“How do I trust you?”
This kid trusts no one. Good habit the figure thought to himself.
He chuckled and said, “Cuz, Im the only chance you got.”
Suddenly one of the guards who were guarding the doorway stepped forward and said in a gruff voice that supported his appearance, “Oi! Time’s up! Get out of here, cosplaying freak!”
The figure’s brow twitched slightly, but he ignored the guard and carried on.
“Kid I know you’re confused. And scared, I mean you’ve pissed yourself.” Arthur didn’t even have to look to shamefully admit that the figure was correct.
“But once—if—we get out of this shit hole then I can hopefully explain to you a little clearer.”
The guard behind the figure grew irritated and walked forward whilst using his free hand to grab the shoulder of the cloaked man.
“Oi, shit-head, did you not hear me the first time! I said time’s up!” The guard snarled.
Without even looking, the figure smirked and said quietly,
“Oh, I heard you.”
With an action so fluid, that it could’ve been water, the figure reached inside of his vest with a jerk of his right arm, and pulled out a gleaming metallic object that fit perfectly into his hand. His right hand gripped firmly around a pure jet black hilt, which connected to it, was a silver cylindrical barrel, whose end was gold. Without even looking back, the man’s arm snapped back, his elbow forming a 90 degree angle, and his finger pressed down on a trigger.
*BOOM* An immense sound escaped from the barrel of the object, and the guard who had just gripped onto the shoulder of the figure, no longer had a head. It was completely obliterated, only a heap of fleshly residue atop the man’s shoulders.
Arthur shouted out in surprise and stared blankly onto the hidden face of the figure.
“I’d advise you to move.” He said, through grit teeth.
Arthur hit the deck so hard, that he could’ve knocked himself unconscious. Holding his head tightly and making his body as small as possible, he tried to conceal his body underneath the desk.
However as he ducked down, he managed to capture a glimpse of the weapon that the figure held in his right hand. Its complexion was so beautiful and enticing, yet it was such a blatant bringer off death. The cylindrical barrel which fed the barrel with its ammunition of death, was so iconic that not even Arthur could mistake or misinterpret its origin. The magnum 55th Legionnaire’s handgun. Its relative the 2007 Magnum 44 revolver. However this one had obviously been modified to give off an explosive payload.
The figures eyes quickly swiveled around, analysing the situation and comprehending all sources of information. Within 2 seconds he had successfully formulated a plan.
3 people- 2 armed, 1 with a stun baton (right behind me), one with an assault rifle (behind the bulletproof glass), and a woman behind the counter, probably aiming to hit the alarm. The other two who were discussing have fled. Makes my job easier.
The figure smiled and then spun around, using his heel as a pivot. He completely ignored the startled guard who was lifting his rifle, behind the bullet proof glass, and rushed forward with an amazing burst of speed to the guard who now also leapt forward with a stun baton in hand.
Flicking the switch on its handle, the midnight black baton flickered with blue electrical flashes, and he swung down vertically, aiming for the head of the figure. As the baton rushed down with tremendous force, the cloaked man’s figure was low and it seemed that he was too close to dodge it. However, to the shock of the guard, the cloaked figure flashed another charming smile and rotated his whole body to the right, dodging the strike and re-positioning himself so that his left arm now held the attackers swinging hand. With a quick movement, the cloaked figure brought up the magnum with his right hand and jammed the barrel into the nape of the guard who was now sweating profusely.
“P-please don’t-“ he whimpered.
The figure smirked and said, “Should’ve thought of that before your dumbass attacked me.”
*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*
Three consecutive shots fired so quickly that the sounds blended into one thunderous sound. The body of the guard fell to the ground as the trembling woman, from inside her cubicle, slowly stepped out.
The cloaked figure turned to the remaining guard who was now choke holding the boy with a stun gun pointed to his head. Although he stood firm, the shaking of his hands around the hilt were visible.
The beads of sweat that rolled from his forehead were all too obvious.
“S-stay back, or I’ll kill this fucker.” His voice trembled.
The figure chuckled and he leisurely took a step forward, despite the situation.
Despite being behind bullet proof glass, the man stepped backwards, fear visible in Arthur’s eyes. The still concealed figure smirked, exposing his brilliantly white teeth, and said:
“You have five seconds.” His voice was neutral as ever, but behind it was an emotion so vicious and deadly that it sent shivers down the spines of the trembling guard.
“5”
“Five seconds to do what?!”
“4”
“3”
“Hey! What the hell you on about?!” Panic started to fill his voice.
“2”
“HEY WAIT! WAIT I’LL LET HIM GO-“
The cloaked figure didn’t even say 1 as he rose the magnum up in the air, perpendicular to the guard’s head.
“Hehe, you can’t mean to shoot through bullet-“
*BOOM*
Arthur felt the grip of the guard loosen as the body collapsed onto the floor, limp and very dead.
Arthur gasped as he looked at the gigantic bullet hole, with cracks arching out like tree branches.
The man looked to his side and saw that the woman had her fingers centimetres away from the alarm button. He could see that the woman hesitated because she was afraid of being shot. Sweat beads formed at her arching eyebrows and her hair was wet from sweat as well. Her clothes were crunched up and her legs quivered with fright.
The figure crossed his head and spoke out, “Hey lady, don’t press that but-“
“KYAA!” Her fingers smashed into the button hopelessly.
The man rolled his eyes and kissed his teeth.
*KABOOM!*
A powerful explosion rocketed out from the button, completely imploding the left wall, shattering the glass and decimating the woman’s body. The fire alarm went off and water sprinkled down from above, soaking the man’s cloak completely.
The man gritted his teeth and said to himself, “This is what you get for setting up a trap beforehand.”
His face, still visibly annoyed looked over to Arthur who knelt down, staring into space, obviously shocked from what had happened.
Grabbing hold of Arthur with one hand, and vaulting the newly created hole in the bullet-proof glass, the man ran out the exit and into the night.