The men had to be in their early twenties, with barely any meat on their bones. The girl on the other hand looked half their age and was starved far worse. Bruises, cuts, and even 1st degree burns shown to the world from her ripped clothes. I sneak up behind them, my handbow and my trusty dagger Ardor at the ready. Sensing my bloodlust Ardor hums happily, impatient to start the pain and agony we are about to inflict.
"Look at this little bitch, thinking she can get away!" Deadman 1 cackles, slapping the girl's face as the sound of his hand brutally hitting her face silently echoing across the alleyway. The slap causes her head to violently rebound, hitting the wall and crushing any hopes of escaping by herself. She's dazed now, weakly trying to slap away the hands of Deadman 1 as he forcefully puts his gross hands on her young body.
"Exactly you little whore! You really thought you could get away with that little stunt, and escape? As your elders, we have to not only punish you but teach you the valuable life lesson of how unfair life is!" Deadman 2 snickers, struggling to untie his pants.
Deadman 3 and 4 don't add to the verbal abuse going her way, opting to just watch quietly from the sides, the lust in their eyes betraying their urge to unleash their desires on the girl.
Showtime
I rush towards Deadman 2, unleashing a brutal front kick to his side, the sound of his ribs breaking pleasure to my ears. I set my sights on my next target, knowing the kick would put him down for a couple of seconds. Deadman 1 is still kneeling in front of the girl as my handbow hovers inches from the back of his head.
"Huh?" Is the only thing he manages to say as he turns his head, facing the tip of my arrow.
The arrow hits right between the eyes, embedding itself into his cranium. I kick the metal arrow deeper, plunging it into his brain as he falls face forward into the girl's lap, his dead, motionless eyes staring right back at her.
Yes
My ears don't even register her shriek of horror as I whip my arm to my right, pulling the trigger as an arrow makes itself home in the abdomen of Deadman 4. He falls to his knees with a grunt, blood trickling down his mouth, his eyes a mixture of surprise and shock.
YES!
The euphoria of combat covers me as I holster my handbow, shoving Ardor chin up into Deadman 3. His body slumps against the wall, his eyes rolled back in the loving embrace of death.
"What the everloving fuc-" Deadman 2 curses, the last of his sentence cut off by my hitting him square on the nose, breaking it as he falls to the ground. I mount the fallen man, my fist cocked to unleash a flurry of blows.
"Hey it doesn't have to be this way-"
CRUNCH
My fist hits him in the face, blood gushing from his bloody nose staining my hand.
THIS IS HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE!
"Please! You can have the girl, my purse, anything! Just please sto-"
CRUNCH
I pay his pleas of mercy no mind as I hit him again and again, a smile of pure glee spreading upon my lips, a smile growing wider and wider with each interval of my fist beating his face.
THIS IS WHO I AM
"Please no more…"
CRUNCH
"Mommy, mommy he's hurting me!"
CRUNCH
"Mommy please help me he's hurting m-"
CRUNCH
"Begging for his mom, such pitiful last words!" I exclaim happily as I finally finish beating him, his once average-looking face now a mess of brains and gore. I unmount the dead man as I stand up, my right arm caked in brain matter, blood, and shards of bone. After wiping my hand on his shirt, I walk over to the corpse of Deadman 3, wrenching my sweet Ardor from its head.
"Had fun?" I ask the blade, Ardor humming quietly to answer me. The blade should be covered and slick with blood, but instead, it's abnormally clean as I put it back in its sheathe.
"How much?" I break the silence.
"...."
"How much did you steal from these fuckwits?"
"Fif-Fifty copper" Her voice shakes, shock and fear encasing her cute voice.
I loot the bodies, with the four would-be rapists having a total wealth of 4 slivers. I push Deadman 1's body off her, grabbing her soft hand and putting two slivers in it. "Do you live alone?" I ask her, standing back up to pocket the remaining two slivers in my pouch and reloading my handbow with two fresh arrows before holstering it once more.
"No… I live with my parents and siblings" She informs me as she stands up, her voice quavering a little less, causing me to silently applaud her iron will.
"You know how to get there from here?"
A slight nod.
"I'm not going to let you walk home basically naked and scared. I'm going to pick you up and you're going to show me to your house, is that okay?"
A more firm nod.
"Thank you" I replied softly, gently picking her up, her head nestled in my chest. I walk out of the alleyway and into the main street, carefully walking at a pace to make sure she's comfortable.
"You're a little scary mister, bu-but thank you for saving me." She musters the courage to say to me.
I nod in response as I gesture around us, "Care to point us in the direction of your house?"
"Mhm!" She says, determination filling her voice as she points forward.
"Let's go then"
The night was settling over Mirefield by the time we arrived by the flimsy wooden door of what presumably was her home. I questionably look at the girl, who nods in confirmation.
"Here we go" I murmur as I loudly knock(more bang) on their door.
The door opens before me, and an annoyed old man greets me.
"I paid you, thugs, last week! Why are you banging on my door at this time of nigh- oh" Realization dawns on the old man as he sees the girl in my arms.
"J-J-Julie?"
"Daddy!" She calls out reaching out to her father which I happily oblige, setting her down. Once on the ground, she runs to her dad hugging his frail leg fiercely. He notices her tattered clothes and bruised body, snapping his head to me wanting an explanation.
"She stole from some thugs, who pinned her down in an alleyway and tried to rape her. I have stopped them, the world doesn't need to worry about those 4 swine anymore. I also gave you a gift, spend it wisely" I finished vaguely, causing the man to look at Julie, who happily showed the two sliver clenched in her hand.
His jaw drops, staring at me. "I don't know what to say! Thank you, I-I how can I repay you?"
"No need, just keep her safe," I respond, before turning around to leave.
"Wait! Please at least tell us your name" He shouts to my back, causing me to turn my head.
"Ceaser, Judas Ceaser"