“The Red Death I presume? I’m sure you know who I am and that I’m a very, very, wealthy man. So... just name your pri”
*BANG*
“AAAAAGGGHHH! Fuck! You shot me you crazy bitch! AAAAAHHHHHH!”
Ah! Revenge is so sweet! I wish that I had more time to watch this scumbag suffer. Oh well... I’ll just move up the time table.
*BANG*
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I’ll fucking kill you! Don’t you know who am!?! I’m Druis Marquis! I’m the most powerful man there is!”
My captive certainly has an inflated sense of self-worth... Let's give him a reality check!
*BANG*
“AAGGHHH!”
*BANG*
“HHHMMMM!”
Oh? Did he bite his tongue? Not that it matters, he’ll be dead soon anyway. I close the small distance between us and pulled the blindfold from my captive's eyes. He weakly raised his head and looked up at me with a gaze full of contempt. I really hate that.
*SLAP*
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I slapped him hard across the face, felt pretty good. Now then, let’s get to business.
“Now that you got a good look at me, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” The scumbag flinches as I shout his own words back at him and then looks up at me in confusion, he remained silent and I scowl.
“No? Here’s a hint.”
I cut the sleeve from my left shoulder to display the brand on my skin, the scumbag watched in feigned disinterest until he caught a glimpse of the letters (BL) scarred into my flesh. I got quite the reaction from that, his eyes bugged at the revelation and he stammered out in denial.
“Blo-Blo-Blood Legion!?! No! That’s Impossible! I killed them ALL! There’s no wa-”
*SLAP*-I slapped him again, it was my turn to talk.
“I am Alyss Lyra Renegat, daughter of Commander Hadrian Renegat, sister of the Meck ace Marcus Renegat and the last living member of the Blood Legion mercenaries. I have worked for this moment for the last fifteen years, the moment where I avenge MY FAMILY!”
*BANG*
Gut shot, he screamed again
*BANG*
Left Lung, scream turns to gasps and coughs, wet with blood
*BANG*
Right Lung, gasps turn to wheezing as I watch and wait as his lungs collapse.
I sigh in relief at the sight; the figurative weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders. I had spent nearly half my life hunting for this bastard across several worlds, I sacrificed everything for revenge and now... I can finally rest.
I survey the concreate box of a room for the last time before I leave the object of my hatred behind to bleed and suffocate alone.
Exhaustion and blood loss has rendered me unsteady on my feet, with difficulty I stagger my way across the dusty subterranean safehouse to flop limply onto a makeshift bed of pillows, ignoring my wounds.
At long last, it’s done.
The constant fighting, the fear, the rage.
Finally, I can rest.
I relax for what felt like the first time in years and let the sweet nothingness of sleep take me deep.