[Word count for this chapter]
[6250 words]
[There might be mistakes but by god at this point this chapter is to long i can't be bothered to fix all of it]
[Also the next chapter where we go back to the main story should be out in 2-3 days]
[Anyhow, i'm going to sleep.]
[Enjoy the chapter]
With love, your crazy author.
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The neon lights of the Deadpool Bar flickered and illuminated the dimly lit room. Inside, the sounds of clinking glasses and raucous laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of debauchery and chaos.
Behind the bar, a tired Weasel with a thick beard and a stern expression kept a watchful eye on the patrons. He had seen it all in his years of tending to the mercenaries that frequented his establishment, but tonight, he had a hunch that something annoying gonna happen.
And lo and behold. Suddenly, the door to the bar burst open and a newcomer merc with a arrogant look on his face and a cockiness in his steps. He sauntered up to the bar and demanded a drink with an air of entitlement.
"Whiskey" the newcomer barked, slamming a handful of credits onto the counter and sat down.
Weasel poured him a shot and slid it across the bar. "You might want to change seats," he said, nodding towards the empty stool beside the newcomer.
"And why is that?" the young man asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.
"That's the seat of a very grumpy yet deadly merc, the last person who sat rudely there got their chest smashed in by him." Weasel explained.
Hearing that The newcomer snorted. "You mean the supposed number one merc of this place? Good, i came here to kill him and take his spot as number one anyway." he boasted, taking a swig of whiskey.
Weasel sighed and shook his head. How many time this exact scenario has happened so far? This should be the 5th time this month.
Since Noah reputation grew more and more newcomers began to barge in and try to prove themselves by taking him down and making a big mess of his bar in the procese.
Weasel now is just praying to the goddess of fate to not let Noah visit the Bar today, the last time this happened he had to close the bar for five days straight.
But alas, the Goddess of fate is a cruel mistress sometimes.
A few minutes later, the door burst open again and the hulking figure of Noah strode in and kept on walking toward Weasel.
The patrons of the bar fell silent as the newcomer stood up with an cocky grin on his face. "Looks like I'm about to become number one" he declared, drawing his weapon.
Weasel watched as the newcomer charged at Noah, gun in hand. But before he could take aim ,Noah raised his right hand and slapped his face lightly, popping his head like a balloon and sending his lifeless body crashing into a nearby wall.
After the violent clash, a tense silence filled the air as the patrons of the bar looked on in shock. The only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the neon lights as they flickered above.
But suddenly, the silence was broken by a wild cheer from a corner of the room. A merc had jumped up in joy, pumping his fists in the air with exactement. "Fuck Yeah.I told you guys the next one won't even last last two seconds!" he exclaimed to his disbelieving friends. "Now Pay up!"
Noah ignored the commotion around him and continued walking until he reached his seat.
"Bring me the usual with extra ice, and while you're at it, bring me every work that asked for me by name," Noah said to Weasel while sitting down and lighting a cigarette.
Those words brought back Sad Weasel, who was looking at the freshly destroyed wall he'd have to fix. He nodded his head without saying anything, then gestured to nearby Merc to take care of the body of the newcomer and went to the back room to bring Noah's order.
Noah puffed out smoke while deep in thought. He had just finished his meeting with The Ancient One, and what she told him had stuck in his mind.
(Scene change an hour before Noah arrived at the Bar)
The Ancient One turned her attention back to Noah, her eyes piercing into his soul.
"In your effort to free yourself from the depths of oblivion and rushing the fusion of the realm where you were imprisoned, you unknowingly carried your Jailer alongside you."
For all the time Noah stayed on Earth, his behavior was that of an uncaring guy. He fought whoever came his way, he ate whatever was put in front of him. He never once took anything seriously because, why would he?
But upon hearing the words of The Ancient One, his whole aura changed. His eyes became cold, and his face became serious. He sat straight and with a deep, cold voice, asked The Ancient One, "What are you implying?"
"After considering what you said and some observations I made while examining the time stone, the following is simply my perspective on the matter."
"Your odds of completing the fusion were uncertain, or to make it clearer, it was close to zero. A fusion of that caliber is a pip dream , an impossible feat to achieve. But by god, you did it! Somehow, you beat the odds and fused yourself with a higher existence divine realm! But hang on a moment, it can't be this easy, is it?"
"The owner of the white plane is a tenacious one. I think when his existence was almost snuff out by you, he cut himself and burrowed deep within your soul and mind unnoticed."
"And now, it is corrupting you while eating away at your emotions. You will become detached from the world around you. In time, it will start to consume your soul, rendering your sense of identity blurred, and you will struggle to maintain a sense of who you are and what you are doing. And I fear, in the end, it will overwrite you, and on that day, it will take control of you."
The Ancient One ended her explanation with a grim look on her face.
A heavy silence descended upon the room as Noah sat cross-legged and cross-armed, reviewing everything that had happened to him so far. He was deep in thought, trying to make sense of the ancient one's words. After some time, Noah stared at her dead in the eye and asked with a raspy voice, "You didn't tell me all of this without having some kind of solution in mind, did you?"
The ancient one took a deep breath and shook her head. "I don't have a solid answer to your problem yet," she said. "But I have a general idea of where we should start."
Noah's body tensed up, and he asked in a skeptical tone, "Where?"
"You have to re-experience your core emotions," she said. "Yes, there might be something eating away at your emotions as we speak, but that's because your emotions became dull after who knows how long being alone in that prison and made it easier for the white plane to corrupt it. You pushed and locked away most of your emotions to survive in that hellish environment. Don't get me wrong, whoever it was, you or someone else who locked your emotions back then, they did the right choice."
"But what's the point if the white plane is going to corrupt it all over again?" Noah asked.
"The white plane was only able to corrupt your emotions because they were locked away so deeply in your psyche that they couldn't normally surface. That's why they became isolated with the White plane when he snuck in . But if you can re-experience your core emotions, you will be able to greatly limit the corruption of the white plane. This will lead to unlocking the rest of your emotions normally, allowing you to gain control over your unstable state of mind," she explained.
Silence yet again enveloped the entire room. Noah sat down motionless with his palm under his chin, thinking once again. And after twenty minutes of complete silence, Noah got up, looked deeply into the ancient one's eyes, then bowed deeply, and without uttering a single word, he teleported away.
Unbeknown to Noah few moment after he left the ancient one expression and eyes turned sorrowful.
She held some information from him, not because she trying to use him or harm him.
No.
She is trying to shield him from any more damage to his mind.
For you see, her diagnosis came from Noah himself.
Or to be more precise, an uncertain future version of him she wittnest while peering into the time stone.
what she saw was ??Noah?? sitting cross legged at the edge of universe looking at space with tired eyes.
He was broken, corrupted, and at the end of the line.
But yet still.
He muttered these next words with a raspy deterioraten voice until his mind was overwritten by it jailer.
"I have been a coward and a fool. I screwed up and got both of us killed. I cannot change the past and what have i done, but please if someone is listening! if someone looking though time!! Grant me this last wish, a wish of an idiotic mistake of a copy. Carry this message to Him!!!"
" Emotions are the answer, open the note, find the missing link."
" ?m+tio! ar^ t@e answer, op!* the note, /in\ t-e m[s]ing link."
" ?&+=%o! ##^ !@* :'<>^~, `#!* -_= !!!?, /!!\ +-= #[^]*#) ?!?!."
And then, from deep within Noah, a blinding light began to Engulf the entirety of creation.
---(Scene change. Back to the bar)---
"Here's your drink and about 35 bounties that requested you by name," Weasel's voice brought Noah back to reality.
He found his drink in front of him and next to it, a stack of papers with all kinds of jobs.
Noah gave Weasel a thankful nod and took a sip of his drink as he began to look through the bounties.
"This one's sent by Shield,"
Noah said, flipping through the papers.
(Flip)
"Shield again?"
(Flip)
"The hell?"
(Flip)
(Flip)
(Flip)
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Noah kept flipping through the papers until he had gone through every single one.
By the end of it, his forehead veins were bulging as he spoke in anger.
"These motherfuckers!!"
"Every one of these bounties is a bait sent by Shield!!"
"Are they this desperate to meet me that they have to mess with my work?!!"
"Should I just nuke them? Yeah, maybe I'll just do that and be done with it!! Kill two birds with one stone - Shield goes up in smoke and Hydra with it!"
Noah spoke with a tune seething with anger, but after a few moments, he started massaging his forehead in an effort to calm down.
"Let it go, Noah. You can deal with them another time."
After finishing his drink, Noah called out to Weasel.
"Hey Weasel, do you have any other work? All of these jobs are flops."
Weasel was behind the bar, cleaning a glass when he heard Noah's question. He paused for a moment to think, then suddenly remembered something. Setting down the glass on the counter, he reached for an envelope tucked beneath it and handed it to Noah.
Noah opened the envelope curiously and asked, "What's this?"
Weasel took back the glass he was cleaning and replied, "It's a bounty that met all of your requirements except for the reward. They only offered fifty grand, so I didn't put it with the other usual work." "
hundred grand!? What am I, a charity?" Noah said as he began reading the contents of the envelope.
As he kept on reading, his face became engrossed in what infront of him, and his eyes began to glint dangerously. When he was finished, he placed the paper down and looked at Weasel.
"Who posted this one?"
Weasel scratched his head for a moment before replying,
"Some woman, maybe in her mid-forties. looked like a mess, red eyes , pale face, and looks like she hasn't eaten in a while . She came down here personally and asked for the best merc around. I told her about you, so she asked for you by name. After taking the details of the work and asking her for how much she was going to pay, she initially offered twenty grand. But after informing her that you wouldn't agree to a bounty with that low of a reward, she hurriedly and desperately declared she would bring more money, but she needed some time and dashed through the door."
"Can you get me her address?" Noah asked.
"Uhhhhh, sure, just give me 10 minutes. I need to make some calls," Weasel said as he picked up the phone and began dialing.
After some time, he handed Noah a slip of paper with the woman's name and home address.
Noah read the paper and then teleported away.
Weasel, who was grabbing a bottle from the shelf, turned back just in time to see Noah disappear. "God damn it! He left without paying for the tap again!!!"
( Scene change. At a house in the outskirts of the chicago)
Samantha sat on the edge of her couch, tears streaming down her face as she stared blankly at the family portrait on the wall. Her husband, Jack, and daughter, Lily, had been taken from her in the most heinous way imaginable. Murdered by Jonathan Lens, the son of one of the most powerful families in the city.
Samantha's heart had shattered the day Jonathan walked free from the courthouse. The corrupt judge had let him off with almost no punishment. The injustice was unbearable.
So Samantha searched everywhere trying to find a way to avenge her family. It looked like all hope was lost until she found Sister Margaret's bar, a prime hub for mercenaries from all over the country.
She didn't know if she was crazy with grief or if it was because she had nothing left to lose, but she drove all the way to a very dangerous part of the city and walked straight into the bar.
She talked to the bartender and told him who she wanted killed. He looked at her weirdly and told her not a lot of mercs would go after a big and powerful family like the Lens.
Hearing that, she almost cried on the spot. Would the killer of her family really go unpunished? Would she have no justice for her dead family?
She bit her lip and, while fighting the urge to cry, she asked the bartender if there was really no one who would take the bounty.
The bartender went silent for a few seconds before telling her that he knew a crazy enough person who would take the job.
Hope bloomed inside her heart, and she hurriedly asked about him.
He answered, saying that he was a merc by the name of Noah, someone who had never failed a contract in his mercenary career and would therefore be expensive to hire.
In response, Samantha took out a bag filled with cash, a hundred thousand dollars, her and her husband's college savings for their daughter.
The bartender took one look at the bag and shook his head, saying that Noah wouldn't even look at that amount and would just ignore the request.
Panicking, she exclaimed that she would bring another hundred thousand; she just needed a little more time and began to dash towards the door.
The bartender tried calling after her, but she was already far gone.
It had been a few days since then, and the widow had lost all hope at this point. She was hurting, tired, and her eyes were lifeless. She cried and cried until she heard it, a deep voice coming from the corner of the room.
"Mrs. Samantha, I heard you have some work for me."
Her heart almost stopped after hearing the deep voice, and as fast as she could, she grabbed a fruit knife that was close to her and stood up, facing the way the voice came from.
"W-who is it? S-show yourself!" she yelled with a trembling voice while holding the knife with both hands.
From the shadows walked a hulking figure of a man wearing 80s-style clothing.
Her line of sight was at his stomach, but when she looked up to get a better look at his face, she locked eyes with his shining white eyes, and a thought jumped into her head.
Beautiful. Those eyes are something out of this world; they shone like two majestic moons. She was mesmerized by it for a time until the voice of this man brought her back to her senses.
"I am Noah, the mercenary you asked for by name. I came here after reading something interesting in the post you gave Weasel. Something about justice for your family. Tell me more about that."
The man in front of her said calmly while looking at her.
Samantha was taken aback by the man's request. She tried to collect her thoughts, but her mind was clouded with memories of that cursed day. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks.
Samantha's eyes were filled with tears as she recounted the devastating events that had led to the loss of her family. She wiped her eyes and tried to compose herself before nodding to Noah and taking a seat at the table. The bowl of fruit sitting between them seemed to mock her, a symbol of the normalcy that was forever out of reach.
"My husband was a journalist," she began, her voice shaking with emotion. "He had been investigating the Lens family for years. He had uncovered some dark secrets that they didn't want getting out, and they tried to bribe him to stop. But my husband had too much integrity to be bought off like that. He refused their offer, and so they retaliated by going after our family."
The pain in her voice was palpable as she continued, "The Lens family is a powerful and ruthless crime syndicate. They've been involved in everything from drug trafficking to money laundering to contract killings. They have no regard for human life and will do whatever it takes to protect their interests, even if it means destroying innocent families."
Tears welled up in her eyes once again, and she struggled to keep her voice steady as she spoke. "When my husband refused to be bought out by them, they began to harass us. At first, it was just a few cars going back and forth around our house, but then people started hanging around our yard. They kept threatening my husband, but he didn't budge. We went to the police for help, but they brushed us off and didn't take us seriously."
She took a deep breath before continuing, the memories still fresh in her mind. "And then... and then," she trailed off, her voice breaking.
Samantha's tears began to flow freely as she recounted the final moments of her family's lives. "My husband was close to uncovering a dirty secret of the Lens family, and that got under their skin. One day, when we were having dinner, the only son of the Lens family, Jonathan, while been drunk, broke down our door followed by his thugs and began savagely beating my husband. He yelled at us to run away, but those bastards pinned us down and made us watch as they beat him."
She sobbed uncontrollably as she recalled the horror that followed. "Then they made him sit there half beaten facing us as that bastard began Jonathan assaulting our only daughter."(R)
"My husband was devastated and went mad at the spot. He broke free from the thug and dashed toward Jonathan, but in response, the thug gunned him down like an animal. Jonathan didn't even bat an eye and continued assaulting my daughter in front of me. And when he got bored, he shot her in front of my eyes before coming for me next."
"But before Jonathan could do anything to me, the police burst through the door. Our neighbors had heard the gunfire and called for help. The officers cuffed Jonathan and his thugs and took them away. I thought justice would finally be served for my family's brutal murder, but I was wrong.
The Lens family had the judge and jury in their pocket. Jonathan was let off with a mere slap on the wrist and some community service. It was a mockery of justice, a betrayal of everything my husband stood for."
Samantha looked at Noah with tear-filled eyes and with a trembling , sopping voice. "Please, I beg of you. Avenge my husband and daughter. I have nothing left. That bastard Jonathan and his family took everything from me. Please bring justice to their memory so that they can finally rest in peace."
She paused, wiping her tears with a trembling hand. "If the amount of money I've given you isn't enough, I'll do whatever it takes. I'll sell my house, my car, anything. Just please, help me wash away the pain of my family's senseless murder."
Noah always looked down on existence from a much higher perspective.
He know knew and understood that the people in these lower railties are inferior to him.
How can a plae copy compare to him ? He who lived in the higher reality? And a saiyan at that!
He shouldn't felt anything while hearing her story, from the start he just came here because the info in the post peaked his interest.
On the outside his face is cold and collected.
But by every second goes while hearing the women story something seems to start boling from deepest part of his heart.
Something foreign but at the same time familiar.
The human anger.
The last time he felt this emotion it was when he fought the Monster before he died the first time.
And now that emotion from a bygone era has resurfaced again.
After hearing her story Noah stood up and reached to table in front of him grabbing a red apple from the fruit bowl.
"No need for more, this will do."
And then he put his free hand over her head and began injecting hi ki into her body.
Samantha felt a wave of panic wash over her as she saw Noah hand reaching for her and her heart began pounding.
"W-what are you doing?" She asked with trembling voice
Noticing her discomfort, Noah began to speak in a cold yet comforting tone.
"It's alright, everything will be fine. you going to going to fall a sleep in a second, and when you wake up everything will be sorted out, your family will be avenged, on that i promise."
Samantha tried to open her mouth and ask him what he ment but before she could do so She felt a sense of warmth and relaxation spread through her body and in a heartbeat all the fatigue and mental stress she belt so far began to be washed away.
Samantha felt herself drifting off, as if she were sinking into a soft, warm bed. She no longer felt any fear or anxiety, only a peaceful sense of detachment from the world around her.
And in the last moments before she completely fell a sleep she remembered the happy days of her and the family having a picnic on a sunny day under the shade of a tree in their backyard.
Laughing, eating, gathered as one happy family.
And just like that she slept.
After checking on the sleeping widow in front of him Noah stood up.
Face covered by shadow, Silence as death and with red glint in his eyes, he moved to kill....
No.
To torture!!
---(Scene change. In a skyscraper owned by the Lens family)---
Jonathan stands at 173cm, with a slim yet toned physique that reflects his wealth and privileged lifestyle. He has piercing green eyes that seem to glint with malice and a sharp, angular face with high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline. His pale skin is unblemished, except for a jagged scar that runs down his chin, giving him a rugged, dangerous look.
His blonde hair is styled in a slicked-back undercut, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. He often wears expensive tailored suits, with a penchant for dark colors that exude an air of power and dominance. His long fingers are adorned with various rings, each one signifying his status within the family.
Jonathan is now on the highest floor of his family's skyscraper in the heart of Chicago, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city while on the phone with one of his subordinates.
"I heard that one of that journalists wife, what his ?Jack yeah his name jack, has put a bounty on my head?" Jonathan asked.
"Yes, boss, she went to Sister Margaret's bar and left after putting up a hit on you" The subordinate stated
"Did he ask for someone by name to pick up the hit orrrrr?" Jonathan inquired once more.
"You won't believe who she tried to enlist, boss, she went in and asked for Noah for a measly hundred grand!!" The underling replied, trying hard not to laugh.
"Pffft, hahahahahahaha. Did that peasant actually do that? With that little cash? Last month, our family offered thirty million dollars for a yearly contract, and we were completely ignored!" Both of them began laughing for a while until Jonathan quieted down and began giving orders to his subordinate.
"But no matter,since she dared to put a hit on me she have to suffer now. Go with some of the boys and grab her for me, and don't do anything to her, i want to give her the same treatment i gave to her daughter before passing her to you guys."
He said the thought of having her at his mercy doing whatever he want to her made his lips curl into a sinister smile.
"Sure thing boss il gather the boys and go to ----"
Suddenly, the building began to shake. At first, it was just a weak tremble, like a passing truck on the street below. But then it grew stronger, more violent, until the whole building was swaying back and forth like a tree in a hurricane while the sound of creaking metal and cracking concrete booming everywhere.
The lights flickered for a moment before everything went dark and jonathan started cursing.
"Shit! "What the hell is going on?"
He struggled to grab onto anything nearby while falling to the floor.
But that didn't work out so well for him.
An ashtray flew straight through the darkness from a nearby tabel, and I smashed into his face, breaking his nose and a few teeth in the process.
"FUCK!!"
He cursed and clutched his broken nose with both hands.
That, however, was a mistake.
Because now he is been ragdolled by Mother gravity gracious wight.
What followed was him being thrown around and kissing every flat surface with his face.
Be it the floor the ceiling the wall the door, you name he had kiss it.
his went on for a few minutes, with him being tossed around in complete darkness and the entire building shaking like a Hula dancer.
Suddenly, the shaking abruptly ceased and there was an eerie silence, as if the Skyscraper had been firmly anchored into the ground.
Five minutes went by and then boom the lights came back courtesy to the emergency generators kicking in.
Look at that, made in japan. No wonder it's still working even after all that.
I bet these generators are made to survive Godzilla attack.
Anyway where were we?
Oh yeah Jonathan.
As he was being tossed about, he blacked out completely. But as light gradually illuminated his eyes, he slowly opened them and surveyed the wreckage of his once-luxurious suite.
"Was that an earthquake?" he muttered, gazing around at the debris and ruin that surrounded him.
Jonathan, beaten and bruised, sluggishly made his way towards the door. He yanked it open and hollered into the void.
"Hey!! Anyone around? If you don't show up and help me out, I swear to God, I'll make you regret it!"
But his cries fell on deaf ears. As he continued shouting, he felt a sudden drop in temperature. The air turned frigid, and he could see his breath in the cold air.
"What the actual hell is going on?" he muttered, bewildered by the sudden climate change. He sprinted back to his suite, hoping to make sense of the situation.
When he reached the massive, fractured window, he gasped in disbelief. The landscape outside was now a frozen wasteland of snow and ice, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Jonathan gaped out in astonishment, feeling the cold penetrate his bones and soul, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. For the first time in his life, he called out to the gods.
"Oh my god! Where the heck am I?"
He pinched himself, trying to wake up from what he thought was a nightmare. Suddenly, he caught sight of movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to the right side of the window and spotted a lone figure dragging what appeared to be two of his men and flinging them into a hill.
Terror gripped him, and he shook uncontrollably.
Because that was not any ordiner hill at that.
It was a hill made from the bodies of the remaining bodyguards who had been inside the skyscraper not long ago.
The lone figure stood there, gazing at the pile of corpses he had created, as if he were admiring a masterpiece. Suddenly, he turned his attention towards Jonathan, slowly and menacingly. For a moment, he locked eyes with him, before disappearing into thin air.
Shocked by what he had just witnessed, Jonathan began to rub his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating. "Where the hell did that guy go?" he muttered in fear.
But this time, when Jonathan called out for help, he got a response - a cold, murderous voice from behind him.
"Behind you, dumbass," Noah's voice echoed throughout the room, taking Jonathan by surprise.
Before he could even turn around, Noah flicked him, sending him crashing into a nearby mirror with a loud crash and a sickening thud.
Jonathan was in excruciating pain, his body broken and bleeding. He couldn't move, couldn't even scream, as he lay there at the mercy of his attacker. Just before he lost consciousness, he saw Noah walking towards him, and then felt someone grab him by the leg and lift him up.
And with that, darkness consumed Jonathan's vision and he passed out for the second time.
---(Scene change. Now on roof of the skyscraper)---
[Some time later]
As Jonathan slowly opened his eyes he felt a blast of cold icy air hit him in the face. He quickly realized that he was in a very windy and cold place, and he began shivering uncontrollably.
He struggled to sit up, feeling disoriented and confused. As Jonathan looked around, he found himself on the top of the skyscraper, why and how he gotten here he didn't know.
The wind was so strong that it made it hard for him keep to keep his eyes open, and he could barely hear anything over the howling of the gusts.
His body was numb with cold, and could feel the frostbite starting to set in on his fingers and toes. Panic set in as he realized how dangerous his situation was.
As Jonathan began to look around frantically, trying to find the door to escape, a voice interrupted his search.
"Ah, you're finally awake. Stay still for a second, I'm almost done tying this one," the voice said.
Jonathan quickly turned to face the source of the voice and was finally able to take a good look at his kidnapper, Noah, who was at the edge of the roof, appearing busy tying something over it.
"W-who are you? And why in god's name is so cold in here?!" Jonathan asked, his body shivering and his teeth chattering from the cold.
Noah ignored him for a few seconds until he finished what he was doing. He then turned around and without saying anything, raised his hand and sent a wave of telekinetic force towards Jonathan, pulling him closer.
Panicking, Jonathan tried desperately to hold onto a safety railing to stop himself from moving. But the suction force was too strong, and he was pulled away from the iron railing, ripping out a chunk of flesh from his palm in the process.
Jonathan began to scream in agony as blood dripped from his injured hand.
Not wanting to tolerate his screams any longer, Noah grabbed him by the neck with one hand and slapped him repeatedly with the other.
(Slap)
(Slap)
(Slap)
"Shut the fuck up, or I'll rip out your testicles and shove them in your mouth," Noah threatened, causing Jonathan to cover his mouth with both hands and look fearful.
"Ah, that's much better," Noah said, still holding onto Jonathan's neck. "
To answer your question, we're in Antarctica. I teleported this whole place here so I could deal with you cockroaches without any interruptions."
"No, you're lying! This can't be possible!" Jonathan protested.
(Slap)
(Slap)
"Then, how do you explain all of this, huh? An illusion, maybe? Or perhaps this is a dream? Then why are you bleeding? Why do you feel pain, huh? Fucking retarded dumbass! I'm not in the mood for idiocy, so stop saying stupid shit," Noah slapped him a few more times while cursing.
"W-why are you doing this to me? I never met you before, and I'm sure as hell I never did anything to piss you off," Jonathan asked while holding his cheeks.
"My name is Noah, and I'm a merc from Sister Margaret's bar. I came here to settle some debt you owe to Samantha Helison," Noah replied.
"I've heard of you! You're that famous mutant mercenary! Shit, that bitch got you to take me out? I knew I should've killed her like I did to her family when I had the chance," Jonathan cursed, then continued. "Hey, you're a merc, right? How much did she offer you to do this? I'll give you ten times... no, thirty times what she offered! Just let me live!" Jonathan pleaded.
Upon hearing this, Noah's cold expression became even colder, and he began to squeeze Jonathan's neck while holding him up to his face.
"Let me make one thing clear. There is no amount of wealth that you can offer to make me change my mind. But don't worry, I won't kill you. People like you and your family don't deserve the sweet release of death that would be letting you guys off easy," Noah said with fury dripping from every word he uttered.
"When I'm finished with you, you will beg me for death, but I will deny you. You will try to kill yourself, but I won't let you. I promise you, I will make you suffer so that the idea of dying will seem like an unattainable luxury for you scumbags!"
"You think you can do that and live? My family will have your head for this!" Jonathan tried to use his last line of defense: his family.
Upon hearing that, Noah moved Jonathan closer to the edge of the roof and asked him, "You mean these people?"
What Jonathan saw next made all hope of survival disappear from his heart. He saw his whole family hanging by the side of the skyscraper. Every single person who had connections to the family business was there: his father, uncles, cousins, even distant relatives.
But what made him want to bite his tongue and die was that every one of them had their eyes gouged out, and their hands tied behind their backs. And all of them were still alive.
Wailing in pain, crying blood, and cursing, they were cursing him, Jonathan.
He looked back at Noah just in time to see his face twisted in a wide grin.
"i promised you didn't i ? you will beg me for death but i will deny you, just like your family did."
And then, Noah then began to slowly reach toward Jonathan eyes.
And known what going to happen next he Jonathan to beg and cry.
"No!! No I beg you! Please don't do that... I'll... I'll be good! I will never do bad again! I swear!! W-wait! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
And so, in the middle of nowhere. One could hear the screams of an evil fool being drowned out by heavy winds of this frozen waste land.
(End of the chapter)
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[Fuck my life i aint doing a lore dumb/short??? stories ever again.]A/N