When he had three bodies in the kitchen he sighed as carrying them one by one would be very time inefficient, so he decide to finish them and then he would take them into the kitchen.

Hector then walked out of the kitchen and walked towards the intersection of halls, "So where to now? Second floor or gaming rooms." Hector whispered to himself as he took a coin out of his pocket and decided that the Second floor is head and the gaming rooms are tail.

When he flipped the coin he could hear and see as it flew into the air and when the coin fell to his palm he could see that it was tail.

"Gaming rooms it then," Hector said as he walked in their direction. As he got closer he could hear laughter, it seemed that some people are having fun even at this time of the day.

"Fortunately I don't need to differentiate between gangsters and innocent as at this time of day in East Borough when everyone is looking for work it is certain that those people are no good. And if by any chance they are innocent that... well would they be innocent?

"They are not threatened or beaten up, they are willingly giving their money to the Street Rats so it could be said that they are financing their activities and helping them commit more sins." After realizing and confirming his personal truth Hector crept to the door and looked inside.

Three people were sitting behind the poker table while two more stood at the bar drinking. Hector looked at every one of them individually to see if he would be able to find out if they are carrying weapons.

'At least one of them has a gun and two of them have knives. That leaves two unknowns.' He thought as he planned how to take them. He was certain that he would be unable to finish them all off without being spotted and so he decided to directly attack them and use the element of surprise.

'So from my point of view, I can see a poker table which is in the middle of the room with three people sitting in a triangular position with two people showing me their backs. Thankfully bar is at the end of the room with one man also showing me his back, but the man next to him is standing at the bar sideways and so when I will enter the room he and one playing the cards would see me.

'Man who is sitting in a way of the door is carrying the gun so he is my main priority after which those two that are sitting opposite to him. The ones at the bar are far enough to give me a few seconds to take attack even if they would see me.

'So first one dagger to the face, two opposite hammers to the side of their head. The man standing sideways at the bar should be first to come at me so... poisonous flame to the face. And lastly man next to him... I can just throw the hammer, with my strength it should be enough.

'Luckily those two unknowns are closest to me so they should be no problem.' After Hector made his plan he held two hammers in one hand and a dagger with his other.

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Hector jumped into the room and after getting a clear view of the gangster at the head of the poker table he threw the dagger. Gangster wasn't able to react until thrown dagger had hit him in the eye with such force that the handle was fully embedded in his head.

After the throw, Hector took a hammer to his now empty hand and ran at the two men still in shock at what happened.

When he arrived right behind them he raised his hands and slammed their heads with his full force. He could hear as their skull broke and chunks of bone and brain matter flew to each side of the room.

Then he turned to look at the men at the bar and could see that one was about two meters away, so he raised his right hand as the man got even closer and summoned an explosion of poisonous flames that hit the gangster in the face. But it was not all as Hector followed with a hit from the hammer in his left hand.

Gangster did not have time to scream as his head was nearly crushed to pieces. The last gangster made one step but then froze as his eyes were filled with horror and dread. He did not run or screamed as he was frozen in place from shock.

Hector could hear hurried steps from the floor above so he jumped at the last gangster in the room and slammed both hammers at each side of his skull, making his head explode. Hector could hear as heads of his hammers meet in the middle of where his head previously was.

When he was finished with the gangster in the room he hurriedly went to the body with his dagger in it. Hector put his hammer at the poker table and slammed his fingers into bodies eye sockets. Then he applied force cracking it open like a freshly cooked crab.

After retrieving his dagger he wiped it over gangster trousers and holstered it back, when he took his hammers into his hands he jumped next to the door frame and waited for someone to come in.

He didn't need to wait for long as in a few moments short man holding a revolver entered the room, after he made one step in Hector introduced him to his hammer and took hold of his shirt, and used him as a shield while he charged out of the room slamming into a woman holding a machete.

When he saw her he pushed even harder cracking her head on the wall with the body of another and the slight help of his fist when the gangster's body failed to do a proper job.

After looking around he no longer saw or heard any movement but still, he went to look if he missed someone. When he confirmed that no one else was alive in the building he patted himself on the shoulder for a job well done and started to carry the bodies to the kitchen.

Hector wondered if he should also pick up chunks of bones and brain from the floor and walls but then he decided against that as it would take too much time.

When he was finally done carrying the bodies he started to disembowel them and he also cut their limbs and torso to pieces, Hector also cut a large piece of skin to leave a message. When he was done he started to stuff their pieces bodies onto the shelves, tables, and pots.

When he was done he took the skin and walked to the room of his third victim, one that he cooked for. There he took a pen and started to write,

"Sin is a disease that destroys from

The darkness where it lingers

Always taunting us in the shadows

Of bitterness and dread, sinister

And haunting, calling out to the soul

For just a little more of its hope

Until all hope has been lost

And even faith and love are gone

Sin is ugly and angry and hateful

It prides itself on taking away

All the light that caresses a life

And stealing even the memories

Of laughter and joy, fulfillment

Found in colors of love breathing

Through a heart, whispering gently

Truth, inspiration and contentment"