They rose with a hunger, a hunger to please their woman. Their bloodshot eyes looked him over. Their brains working like wheels in a cog, operating solely to her wishes. They appraised him slowly, their faces scrunching up in disgust as if they found him not worthy. They began to circling, aiming to caved in their prey. Kaito has just become their prey. He won't settle for that. He pointed his gun at the left-winged man, the slightly average man unbothered, a picture of serenity, the middle man– and not a change of stance. Kaito changed direction, pulling a blink-and-you'll-miss-it and fired–not at the man but at the woman who stood at the center of the room.
Whatever she was, she held firmly the key to this grotesque act.
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The four men stood still as they watched Kaito changed his gun direction at the last minute. They stood still as the sound of the bullet fired from his glock-22 rang loudly in the room, putting a dent through whatever silence they had created. Suddenly realizing who the bullet was meant to end, the two men near her in a frenzy, closed whatever distance that seperated them, literally throwing themselves at her.
Drenched in blood and guts, she stood motionless, eyes unfocused. The bullet had pierced the closet through the skull, escaping through his eye socket in blood and guts. It was an 'eyesore'. The bullet escaping in a fast pace, sticking its head through the shoulder of the other man. They both fell, the man with the gaping eye socket laying still, the other holding his shoulder in pain, grunting. She stood motionless, eyes unfocused. The threat on her life has shaken her up a bit, Kaito doesn't know if that a good thing or a very, very bad thing but knew, he had fucked up in every aspect of the word.
She wheeled her unfocused eyes at him, the rage in those eyes hotter than the Savannah. Caged rage that fought to burst through their confines in a mad haste. Rage that had been stored over the years, clawing forth from its confines at the right moment, aiming in tearing its victims to bloody shreds without any form of internal remorse.
Those eyes felt like hot knife placed on one's skin during a winter solstice.
Like an angry condensing bitch with all the time in the world to spare, her steel brown eyes held onto him with unrivaled intensity. Kaito legs felt like lead, it stayed rooted to it's spot. His eyes wouldn't strain from hers. It wasn't fear which held him to a standstill; he wouldn't acknowledge that glaring fact–It was more of a heated curiosity of what she was, her limits and how to quench the light from those eyes that burned the world. Those eyes flamed with sizzling fire, seizing the air around.
A blow sent Kaito swaying to his left side, a man coming up to his left, sweeping both his legs in one fluid motion. He crashed head first to the floor. His weapon dropped to the floor beside him. Kaito struggled to get up as a hand clamped down on his neck, raising his head up a little to further bash it against the floor over and over again. His head was bashed against the floor until he could no longer feel it. From his swollen head, blood trickled down from his scalp to his neck. His eyes swarmed and pain retched in splitting ache bursted round him. Punches were delivered in a hazard way to different part of his body. He was punched and battered until he looked like a ravaged corpse left to be picked apart by vultures. His eyeballs fought to remain intact as his head was raised up farer to be further smashed again against the unforgiving concrete. A shoe pressed down on top his head until the right part of his face which was kissing the floor scraped to the point it began to bleed profusely. The will to stay alive, that fire was slowly being put out.
After more ministration was done on him, Kaito was raised to a kneeling position both of his hands twisted backwards, restrained by the two men who had just done heavy damage to his body. His right eyelids was shut, his face a bloody mess. He was nursing an angry headache and could only see spots swimming across. He tried to still make out her features as she calmly walked up to them and bent a knee, her face directly in his. She grabbed his hair which has been matted in blood and sweat and yanked up.
Kaito groaned.
''I should kill you right now, you are the only one who has made a substantial threat to my life in the past decade, but I will satisfy your curiosity first, I will show you pain. I will show you that you don't mess with me. Why you should've taken the highway! Why you should have scurried of immediately you laid eyes on me! I will show you what I am. How we are so far in distance in this life, why you will always remain insignificant in life or death.''
Kaito spat out blood. ''I've known women who talk a lot, you manage to surpass them all."
''You still think you can make jokes in your situation? What right have you?" Her eyes flickered from brown to purple and back to it's dull brown. ''I am a witch. A top tier witch," she whispered.
''I bet I am the first you've encountered, such beautiful fear in your eyes. You mask it very well for a man facing the unknown. You know, several others before you had come to murder my Lewis, you have been the most troublesome of them all. His life benefits both our agenda, so I give everything to protect him.
This night though I have lost parts of myself to you. You will surely pay for killing them. Various of us have a thing we are good at, our ultimate craft. I am best at mind torture. Illusions, psychological pain that will grab at the core of your little soul, squeezing out any remains of life it finds. When I am done with you, death will be more pleasing. Today, I become your god.''
Kaito struggled to shake himself free of their grip on him as she tenderly caressed his face. It was the soft. The softest touch Kaito has ever felt. Leaning the more into her touch, she opened his right eyelid with careful, tender precision and then Kaito saw her eyes glow beautifully. To him, it was the loveliest shade of purple he's seen. It dragged him in like a drug which he recently became addicted to.
It pulled him like seductive dirty talks said by the most angels of lovers and he woke to a dream. What felt like a dream at first but dreams don't have such clarity. He remembered her words, ''I am best at mind torture. Illusions, psychological pain that will grab at the core of your little soul, squeezing out any remains of life it finds."
She called herself a witch and she wasn't joking about the torture. His body felt like it was high on heroin and as if a switch was turned, fire burnt through him. He struggled as it shot from his loins up to his throat. He screamed but he couldn't hear his own voice. His eyes tore open through the pain shot and scenes began to unfold before him.
A scene passed through his eyes, then another. Conjuring from the past. Until it settled. Before him was a memory–the night of the death of his mother. A robber who broke into their house strangled her and the little boy watched from behind the curtains as her scream began to die, the light in her eyes slowly dimmed. It played in a endless loop, the twist to it was sometimes, he became her attacker. The little boy behind the curtains was gone. The boy now stood over the gased out woman, his little hands gripping her neck as she struggled and pleaded and screamed hoarse.
It was like free falling down to a volcano. Hot air whipped pass his face, his end just a grasp. There was no oxygen left to breath in, it was all pain and an internal flame that zigzagged through his body. As it began fading into absolute nothingness, Kaito reached and held onto semi-consciousness.
Kaito's lefthand twitched, struggling to stay in the land of the living. The other parts of his body remains paralysed but with only this hand, he will end her. Reaching tentatively, he picked up his gun and raised. Slowly, slowly until he felt it was aimed at her. A shot blasted through the air.
His chains were broken.
Kaito returned to full consciousness drenched with sweat. The two men no longer held him, they eyes searching around their surroundings. Down she was, eyes wide open on a surprised expression, hands reaching to grab onto anything. Kaito got hold of his short sword and in a quick swipe, slashed both men's throat. The men didn't struggle or try to hold onto life, their fate was sealed the moment she was killed.
Kaito got up, he will finished the job. He will kill Lewis who was still at his sitting position previously enjoying the show. He will kill him here and now. Baldy will be next. For sending him here without enough information, he will pay for that very sin.
Lewis looked at him with tears now brimming in his eyes, no amount of pleading will save him though. To run will be a total waste of his remaining seconds, he realized these things when he saw the anger bleeding alongside the blood on Kaito's face, when he saw her dead eyes. It was not impossible but reality stands before him.
''Mira!" Lewis wheezed out. "Her name was Mira."