The night was settling, the clock had already long passed midnight. And was into the later half of the witching hours.

Deep within this concrete jungle a figure swayed in the darkness, he walked like a lifeless body, his face partially covered by a deep black hoodie.

The silence of the night was broken by a loud disheartening scream.

Within this alleyway laid four dead bodies each without a brain, while one man was forced against a wall with a gun firmly pointed at his nether regions.

The man stuttered in fear as he mumbled a few incoherent sentences

“The.. The boss has a warehouse he stays at every now and then and it's right beside the old church in the middle district and I’m almost sure he’s there tonight celebrating.”

The figure smiled as he pushed the man off the wall pointing to the exit of the alleyway as though telling him to point the way.

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Grengy and his crew were at an old warehouse.

Grengry, now dressed down, had on only an undershirt and his black pants with a Cuban cigar in hand and a grin as wide as he was fat.

He spoke to his right hand man nearest to him and they both chuckled from a distance it seemed as though they were reminiscing.

The duo laughed until it was interrupted by loud pain filled wails.

The wails filled the warehouse and shifted the atmosphere giving it the feel as though a horror movie had already begun.

Screams could be heard as four men rushed into the warehouse.

One man rushed in holding his mouth that overflowed with crimson, the other held his eyes as he blindly ran through the building screaming for help while the blood spurted through his fingers drenching him nonetheless. Even without a tongue he screamed nonetheless. Due to the lack of a tongue his screams were the most deformed of the four and drove the most fear into the men.

The other held both his ears or to be more precise he held the place his ears should have been but only blood flowed from the sides of his head, he screamed louder than the other two, most likely in part to being unable to hear himself.

The third man was the worst to look at. He ran out holding his eyes but unlike the other three he ran in a circle probably too scared he would run into a wall. His eyes were missing and only the empty sockets overflowing with blood could be seen.

The fourth man that came through the front screaming screamed the loudest of all the men he held his crotch seemingly to protect his nether regions as he slowly walked in agony, his wails could be heard all throughout the building, his crotch had now turned into a hole, where his manliness should have been had now been resorted to a hollow hole dripping blood and intestinal pipes as he walked around screaming horribly.

The men within the building who saw them were mortified, at this time it was already two in the morning hence it was still pitch black on this moonless and starless night.

The darkness of the night seemed to try and stretch its grasp as the door swung open filling the entrance of the warehouse.

The screams roared throughout the warehouse, Grengy had just sent his men to investigate the wails that echoed throughout his base, that was when the first shot was fired, and in response a barrage of shots were fired.

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Meanwhile downstairs, Riku entered the warehouse behind the wailing bodies.

The henchmen were so shocked by their comrades' states and ghostly wails they missed the sight of a barely pubescent teen walking in.

It may have been the darkness of the night and the matching black sweater or the screaming men but none of them saw him as he entered.

When the first henchman who made eye contact with the teen dressed in a black pants and a black hoodie covering his face he screamed first.

“Intrud-”

his scream was cut short when a bullet immediately found itself going through his brain. He was in a sorry state as he fell lifeless, however more pitiful was the henchman behind him who continued to stare at the man in front of him who had just fallen.

He saw his comrade in arm fall to the floor with a thumb as a hole appeared at the back of his head.

As he looked at his friend’s body he felt weaker and weaker, his vision grew blurry, until he tilted his head to look at his own palms trying to figure out why he felt so weak, when he looked down a pink slimy fluid fell in his hands.

That’s when he realized, if he could see clearly through his comrades head and he was behind him, then…

He himself also got shot!

As though the realization itself caused the death he fell to the floor as his body grew colder.

The rest of the henchmen had circled around their agonizing comrades; some circled around the one holding his ears while others circled around the blind, dumb and sterile ones trying to give basic first aid.

But as the first two men fell another hail of bullets rained down onto the groups of men who had bundled up around their wailing comrades.

The bundle of men fell to the floor without being allowed to draw their weapons.

One by one they fell to the floor as Riku who looked like a demon as he sprayed the groups with the FN p90 gun he took from off his back.

The men didn’t know what hit them even if they did they would feel even worse after all that was one of their guns.

Riku had taken it off the now sterile man and although it wasn’t his style, he had to admit it was very effective.

Riku fired the gun, lighting up the warehouse in a cacophony of screams and blood.

The look of ecstasy on his face as the blood sprayed drove fear into the few who managed to take cover.

Riku laughed as the rounds fell one after the other his grin was only contrasted by the tears that fell down his cheeks.

After a few seconds of bliss the body of the men started to form a pile at the bottom of the stairway heading to the first floor of the warehouse.

Riku’s ecstasy was cut short when some of the henchmen managed to gain back their composure and started to return fire.

[WHIZZ]

“URG!”

Riku was grazed by a bullet.

Riku tried to continue firing but his weapon was out of ammunition.

Riku ducked to take cover under the pile of dead bodies at the bottom of the stairs.

When the other guards heard the gunfight they stormed in firing at the bodies of their comrades trying to kill Riku who hid behind the pile.

Riku peaked between a crack between the dead bodies and managed to take a pistol off one of the bodies.

With a pistol in hand he returned fire.

With every shot he fired another henchman fell lifelessly. Seeing the scene of their comrades falling they increased the fire rate but still could not pass Riku’s mount made of dead corpses.

It had to be noted that Riku, even in his ecstasy, made sure most of the henchmen were shot in their heads because this gang was well known for wearing body armor. Thanks to this their bodies made the perfect bullet proof cover for him to work with.

Whenever Riku ran out of ammunition he grabbed another weapon from the pile of corpses that protected him. Despite all this a few rounds made it through the mount and grazed Riku leaving him bleeding from his right shoulder and left arm.

Eventually Riku heard a shuffle. The guards that were tired of being at the disadvantageous positions had started closing in. Some of them even switched to rifles to allow for more penetrative forces from their bullets.

Riku understood the tactics after all he was still just one person.

Riku gulped trying to return fire but the sheer number of shots being fired back at him forced him to duck for cover again.

Not to mention now some of the henchmen were getting even closer.

Riku was worried and even started to question himself… was this really where his wrath would end?

Riku gritted his teeth and closed his eyes thinking,

‘Maybe this isn’t a bad way to go at all.

I’m going out fighting after all, right?’

Riku smirked, ready to accept his faith.

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