Chapter 28: First kill
"You little shit!" The bald man screamed as he stumbled back, his hand clutching his bleeding head.
By this point, rage and instincts had seized control of my body. Without warning, I launched myself at the bald man in front of me, swinging both of my hands wildly toward him simultaneously.
I could hear the curly one behind the man in front of me cursing as their bodies collided, but I didn't stop there. Despite still in the process of regaining my breath, I continued my relentless attack, now switching the plank to my right hand.
With the plank now in the grasp of my dominant hand, I could feel my swings becoming more accurate with each passing moment. They cut into parts of the bald man's arm as he raised it in a desperate attempt to block me. My sudden, rapid attacks were pushing him backward, inadvertently pushing the curly one behind him in the process.
"The fuck are you doing? it's a fucking child!" The curly one shoved the bald man aside, sending him sprawling to the ground, then charged at me with a scowl replacing his earlier jovial expression.
His incoming figure was undeniably intimidating, his large form, not to mention his raised fist, could probably send lots of kids in my age running away with piss on their pants, but I'm not those kind of kids.
I'm fucking Carillus De Greytower!
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I fearlessly met his punch head-on, absorbing the immediate pain and the encroaching darkness of unconsciousness. Yet, this didn't deter me from wielding the plank in my right hand and delivering a brutal blow to the side of his neck.
As blood started to drip from my nose and mouth, I unsteadily observed the curly man before me. He grunted in pain and staggered back a few steps, clearly disoriented and stunned by the force of my blow.
I need to defeat these two assholes before I pass out, losing consciousness before I could even get rid of these two guys probably means certain death.
I wiped the blood still continuously flowing from my nose, gathering every ounce of willpower and energy I had, and forced them into keeping myself awake.
The man in front of me had his eyes wide open with shock, confusion, and, surprisingly, fear. His entire body appeared to be trembling, and both of his hands were wrapped around his neck. It seems he is having difficulty breathing.
Before I could make a move toward him, I felt two familiar large hands wrap around my neck, their grip strong enough to cut off my air supply.
"Not... again." Dropping the plank, I quickly move my right hand towards my now attacker's manhood. As I felt the soft texture of his skin and some hair touch my fingers, I immediately squeezed, putting most of my strength into this single action of mine.
As his arms loosened around my neck, he let out a piercing scream, even louder compared to my scream from earlier.
Not wanting to let such an opportunity go, I immediately picked up the plank from the ground, spun around to face him, then swung it towards his face.
He let out a cry as a painful crunch was heard from his face, the bald man's blood splattering everywhere as he plummeted to the ground below, his face a mixture of pain and surprise.
Then, the man's body began convulsing, his mouth foaming at the same time.
If it were the old me, even a single glance at this would have likely caused me to pass out. However, strangely, the sight filled me with an unexpected sense of joy and a newfound feeling of... power and dominance?
And it excites me.
With a smile now slowly forming on my face, I raise the plank before bringing it down on his head, I repeated this process several times, each blow producing a gruesome scrunching sound until his head eventually turned into something akin to a grinded meat comprising of brain, bones, and skin.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, my eyes then landed towards the cloth on the ground that once served as the sling for my left arm.
My heart skipped a beat in that moment, and instinctively, my gaze darted towards my left arm. Without a clear reason, my first impulse was to set it in motion, and I obeyed that impulse without hesitation. Soon, I found myself frantically waving it about, ensuring that every possible angle it could reach would not elicit any pain.
Oh, it most certainly did, though now it's just a smattering of occasional aches. I can move it with newfound freedom, a stark contrast to the days when it remained frozen within the confines of my sling. Although I anticipate it may take a few more weeks for the lingering ache to completely dissipate. Incorporating some targeted exercises into my routine should certainly speed the healing process.
Not to mention how my left arm is so ridiculously small compared to my right arm.
However, my thoughts were abruptly disrupted by a sudden, jarring thud emanating from behind me, resembling the sound of a body hitting the ground.
I swiftly pivoted around, locking eyes on the familiar figure with curly hair. Yet, instead of standing tall, he was now on his knees, his hands still clutching his throat as before. However, his breathing had escalated into rapid, laborious gasps, each inhalation seemingly an arduous struggle. To my astonishment, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Once more, this sight enveloped me in a potent sensation of power and dominance; the very feeling of having someone at your mercy. It feels really good, a rush of emotions I hadn't truly grasped before. Now, I began to understand why the warden and that certain commander had such personalities.
But fuck that... I want them to be like the man in front of me.
A grin crept across my face as I closed in on the kneeling man, closely observing the shock and fear that now etched itself onto his expression. Though he attempted to speak, all that escaped his lips was a mere gurgle, followed by a series of coughs.
"You ugly looking gay fucker," I stated coldly, tugging at his hair to ensure he met my gaze. "And yours," I continued disdainfully, "Is too fucking small.." I followed this with a brutal knee to his manhood, prompting a cry of agony to escape him.
"Ple-..." He attempted to utter something, but his words were abruptly stifled by a fit of uncontrollable coughing.
As I waited for him to regain control over his coughing, a growing sense of impatience welled up inside me. In a sudden, impulsive moment, I delivered a sharp and resounding slap to his face, causing him to topple and sprawl onto the ground below.
Desperate to escape, he swiftly rolled his body over and, with clumsy determination, began to crawl away from my looming presence.
I couldn't help but laugh at his futile attempt, and then, with a cold grin, I pressed my bare feet firmly onto his back, pushing him down and effectively immobilizing him in his place.
"You fuckers just tried to rape me, didn't you?" I inquired, increasing the pressure beneath my feet. It was evident that all of his limbs were trembling in response to the mounting pain and pressure.
As several seconds passed without a response, my frustration deepened at his stubborn silence. I raised my feet high before brutally driving them down onto his back, eliciting another anguished cry from him.
"Answer me you fuck!" I delivered another kick on his back, then another, and another.
When I finally pause to catch my breath, I discover him silently sobbing, his back bearing the painful testament of my blows with deep purple bruises.
He's too fucking loud.
"Stop crying," I yelled at him, yet he persisted in his tears, as if my words were nonexistent just like before.
This fucking bastard, why won't he respond to me?
Rage and anger surged within me, causing my grip on the plank to tighten even further. I raised it high above me, my gaze locked onto the curly one's head.
He continued to sob relentlessly as I brought the plank down upon him. However, the moment it made contact, the annoying noise he's making ceased abruptly. Surprisingly, he didn't even cry out in pain.
Despite that, I didn't relent. Raising the plank high once more, I repeatedly brought it down upon the now probably unconscious man's head. I only ceased when my arm began to strain and ache from the weight and weariness.
As I observe the gruesome sight before me, I could now conclude that the fucker is now one-hundred percent dead, his head was bashed in as if hit by a large cannonball, while pieces of his brain and skull were splattered all around his head.
Dropping the plank, I cast a weary gaze at the two bodies lying around me. It was in that very moment when the adrenaline had finally subsided, and a wave of pain, exhaustion, and shock washed over me.
As I wiped the blood from my face, a chilling realization flooded within me; I had taken the lives of my two would-be rapists, brutally and mercilessly.
Yet, strangely, I wasn't even haunted by the fact that I had taken another person's life. Instead, I was filled with a sense of pride and satisfaction; pride in successfully defending myself, and joy at the fact of ridding myself of the men who had attempted to force themselves towards me in the most brutal fashion I could possibly do alone.
And with a smile on my face, I left the alley victoriously.
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CHAPTER DONE!!
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