Because of my status in this society, I have now been named as a runaway or even as an uneducated vigilante. Considering my age, the majority of them would assume I'm just being arrogant.
What can a young lady do to survive? There's no one to trust in this city in the first place. I could not seek help from the military because they'll forcefully take me to MedEx's facility. Only the kids around my age were the ones I could go to...
"Oh, hey. How about we use this bitch first before sending her to those crazy doctors?" Said the thug. Even after all that, they still pretend as soldiers of the Hawks. Role playing, are we? "Maybe we could do something fun first before the reward..." He added while his eyes fixated on my legs.
What a fraud and a pervert this jackass is!
I blench in place as I hear their dirty plans. It's making me boil in anger. I continued to push myself up from the wet ground to escape. To no avail, as soon as I stood up, my other leg got shot immediately.
"GAH!!!"
"Don't even think about escaping or else w—" Before he could finish his sentence, I turned around to punch him on his crotch. He groaned in much more pain than I've experienced. It serves him right.
"ARGHH...! FUCK—Why are you two still standing there? Go beat her up...!" The leader whimpered from my blow. I must've done a great job doing that.
"But boss, the Doctor said we shouldn't—"
"Do you think I give a single shit to that crazy Doctor? BREAK HER LEGS!"
Ah, shit. I shouldn't have done that. But at least leaving some damage on him isn't that regrettable. Due to the pain on my hand where I've suffered from earlier, it throbs like hell. If I die here, this is all your fault!
I began crawling in hurry as I heard them laugh. Turning my head, one guy used his gun to hit my forehead.
I winced in pain as my vision wavered. Fingers trembling from the impact. My lips have started to bleed internally. They repeatedly kicked me on my back and stomach as I lose all my strength.
These people are awful. Aren't we supposed to save people like them?
This is making me have second thoughts. I'm starting to doubt my choices again. I feel like crying already—
[Do you seriously prefer getting killed by those thugs? You're making our relationship so one-sided....] He said from the device we were using, sounding so upset and annoying at the same time.
How can a feeble lady fight back physically with these armed men? I can't defend myself as much as my friends can. I'm getting tired, so tired of this shitty life! Furthermore, I tried and tried, yet I couldn't get my legs to work. These assholes continuously pounded my body with prickly objects as the sound of rain becomes muffled.
It stings like hell.
I felt my blood crawl down from my wounded head as it spreads onto the puddle of rain. I am losing my consciousness the longer I stay lying on the wet rough ground. I must not close my eyes, no matter what...!
"Alright. That's enough. I said eNOUGH, ARE YOU DEAF OR WHAT?!"
"Sorry, boss."
"Jeez—you're so stupid sometimes. I could've already hit you with your bat if you kept going!" The thugs began to argue, temporarily forgetting my existence.
[... Y...o…oona.]
He's starting to sound static again.
"Ugh..."
[D....on—Don't move.]
Of course, I won't, dumb ass. After getting beaten into a pulp, how would I be able to get up?
Sending me to do this risky mission has gotten us into this situation. I don't have the power to prevent this from happening either. You've trusted me into this, and yet I—
B A N G
A loud gunshot echoed throughout the area. I witnessed how a lot of blood splattered on my back. I squirmed in fear as soon as I heard one man drop beside me with blood seeping out of his eyes. I shuddered when I saw him lying dead with his eyes wide open in shock.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
"Oh god, he's dead. Boss, I think we should g—"
Before the thug could finish his sentence, another bullet was released, hitting him right through his head. Some parts of it went flying all over the place before his lifeless body dropped on top of his colleague's. I wish I haven't witnessed all of the red liquid tainting his face.
What the hell is going on right now...?
"That son of a bitch—"
The last two thugs began to shoot everywhere in hopes of getting someone hit by their bullets. They've come to realize who they were fighting with. I can see it through their faces. They are terrified.
Window glasses are breaking, old wooden pillars are collapsing, and the light posts stopped working. That's all that their shots went because of their frantic shooting.
I tried to push myself away from the ground once again and finally got myself to sit up. Just when my vision came back to its normal state as I plot my escape, I witnessed the guy they fear the most descend from nowhere.
He's holding a dagger with him and landed where the nearest thug is standing. And then, he stabbed through his head as blood spurted, tainting his left gloved hand.
The raindrops have halted from the gloomy sky in a short moment as the thug's head got kicked down to the damp ground. Eventually, the time resumes as the rain pours hard and washes the blood off his hand.
The man, who just killed them without breaking a sweat, breathed out from the gas mask he's wearing. It might be a sigh of frustration or perhaps boredom. But knowing about him just from a glance, I knew he was greatly offended I let these guys slowly kill me off. He told me once...that he hates sharing his prey with others.
His name is...
"H-Hold on a minute...You're—You're that murderer! That psycho that's been going around the city! S-Spare me, I beg of you!"
Heaving out a sigh, he spoke, "Ah...right. I forgot I'm THAT popular. I wonder what my fans call themselves as...? But oh well." His jesting remarks was enough to provoke the thug. I must say that his method of pulling out quotes before getting his hands dirtied irks me. "Don't worry. You'll get my signature later." Like I said, it irks me.
The remaining thug began to aim for the masked man who stood before me. As soon as he pulled the trigger, the bullet rushes towards his mask. He is attempting to reveal his face behind that mask.
In a blink of an eye, he managed to deflect the bullet with his dagger. The impact was strong—even his arm seemed to follow where he deflected it. Surprisingly, he recovered quickly and took his gun off his belt and sprinted to get closer to him.
One.
Two.
And then three. Three bullets were fired that he swiftly dodged. The thug kept pulling the trigger only to hear the gun's clicking due to lack of ammo. Due to his panic, he threw the gun away and grabbed the knife from his leathered knife pocket.
However...
"You don't seem like wanting to be spared. But, sorry to say that I already got my eyes for this lady first. Perhaps it was because she's like a painting," the gas masked hombre stated with confidence as he cocks his gun onto the thug's head.
"What do they all say? Ah, finder's keepers~" Finally, he pulled the trigger with his bullet going through the crook's head. The noise echoed throughout the abandoned district where no one could hear your scream for help. It grew distant, till nothing but rain was heard.
"Ah..." One barrel of bullet fell as I watch it roll towards the top of my heel, making a tiny clanking sound on the bumpy ground. I looked back up with his hand still remained gripping on his gun's handle. And at last...
Is it over?