Aaron's words hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise dripping with murderous intent. Before Olteca could even stammer a reply, Aaron launched himself into a whirlwind of violence. His movements were a blur of controlled fury, each punch and kick imbued with a power that defied human limitations.
Olteca, caught off guard by the sheer ferocity of the attack, barely managed to raise his arms in a feeble defense. Aaron's fist connected with his jaw with a sickening crack, the force of the blow sending him sprawling across the rooftop.
"Get up," Aaron growled, his voice devoid of any emotion. It was a primal command, a predator toying with its prey.
Olteca groaned, clutching his jaw, the taste of blood metallic in his mouth. He scrambled to his feet, a desperate hope flickering in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he could reason with Raion. But that flicker died as quickly as it ignited.
Aaron was upon him again, a relentless storm of fists and feet. A brutal knee strike sent Olteca crashing back to the ground, the wind knocked out of his lungs. He coughed, a spray of blood erupting from his mouth.
"Get up!" Aaron roared, his voice echoing across the desolate landscape. There was no mercy in his eyes, only a cold, calculating fury.
Olteca knew then that pleas for mercy would fall on deaf ears. This wasn't a fight for justice, not anymore. This was a monstrous dance of vengeance, fueled by a power Aaron could barely control.
With a superhuman effort, Olteca pushed himself back to his feet, his body a broken mess. He met Aaron's gaze, a flicker of defiance replacing the terror. "You... you won't win," he rasped, his voice thick with blood.
A cruel smile twisted Aaron's lips. "Oh, I already have."
He lunged forward, a whirlwind of rage and destruction. Each blow was a calculated strike, designed to inflict maximum pain without ending the fight prematurely. Olteca became a ragdoll, tossed and battered across the rooftop. His crimson armor, once a symbol of power, now hung in tatters, offering no protection against Aaron's onslaught.
With each brutal impact, Aaron repeated his chilling mantra: "Get up!" It wasn't a question, it was a twisted challenge, a dare for Olteca to defy the inevitable. The metallic taste of blood filled Aaron's mouth, a reminder of the monstrous power coursing through his veins. It fueled his rage, pushing him further, urging him to inflict more pain, more suffering.
The rooftop became a macabre stage, bathed in the crimson glow of Olteca's blood. The once proud demon was reduced to a whimpering mess, his bravado shattered, his spirit broken.
A crimson symphony echoed across the rooftop, each sickening thud of Olteca's battered form against the concrete composing a twisted melody of violence. Aaron, a whirlwind of controlled fury, loomed over the broken demon, his own body slick with sweat and flecked with Olteca's blood.
"Don't break yet," Aaron growled, his voice a low tremor that sent shivers down Olteca's spine. It wasn't a question, it was a chilling command, a predator toying with its prey long past the point of surrender.
Olteca, a mangled mess in his once-proud crimson armor, whimpered in response. His defiance, extinguished by the relentless barrage of Aaron's assault, had devolved into a pathetic plea for oblivion. Yet, oblivion remained frustratingly out of reach.
A cruel amusement flickered in Aaron's eyes, a stark contrast to the cold fury that had consumed him moments ago. He crouched beside Olteca, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "Codly" it was not. It was the voice of a monster barely contained, a predator savoring the final moments of the hunt.
"I'm not done with you," Aaron continued, his words dripping with a venomous promise. He trailed a finger along Olteca's shattered jaw, the touch sending a fresh wave of agony through the demon's already broken body.
Olteca flinched, a guttural moan escaping his cracked lips. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but his voice seemed lost amidst the symphony of his pain. All he could do was watch in terror as Aaron's amusement morphed into a terrifying focus.
A cold indifference settled over Aaron's features as he stared down at the broken mess that was Olteca. The amusement, the savage glee – all gone, replaced by a glacial emptiness. His voice, when he spoke, was devoid of any warmth, a monotone stripped bare of emotion.
"Where. Is. She."
Each word was a hammer blow, punctuated by a heavy silence that stretched on for an agonizing eternity. Olteca, his face a mask of pain, attempted to form a response, his lips moving soundlessly. But before he could utter a single syllable, Aaron cut him off.
With a swift, almost clinical movement, Aaron clamped some sort of device over Olteca's face. It resembled an oxygen mask, but the metallic glint and the ominous hiss emanating from it spoke of a more sinister purpose. Olteca's eyes widened in terror as the device sealed around his face, a muffled scream trapped within.
Without a shred of hesitation, Aaron activated the device. A surge of energy, visible as crackling blue tendrils, erupted from the mask, engulfing Olteca's head. The demon's body thrashed violently, a silent scream echoing through the air. The crimson armor that had withstood countless blows began to smoke and scorch, the once proud symbol of his power withering under the assault.
Then, with a sickening crack, a nearby apartment building shuddered. A gaping hole materialized in its side, dust and debris raining down onto the desolate street below. Aaron, his gaze unwavering, used Olteca's face as a focal point, the energy channeled through the device turning the demon into a horrifying battering ram.
"Where is she! Where is my sister!" Aaron roared, his voice echoing across the rooftop. The monstrous power coursing through him seemed to amplify his rage, distorting his features into a mask of barely contained fury.
Olteca, his screams now reduced to choked gurgles, could only writhe in agony. The device, a cruel instrument of torture disguised as a medical tool, was extracting information in the most brutal way possible. The rooftop became a scene from a nightmare, a twisted spectacle of power and pain.
With each brutal pulse of energy, Aaron repeated his chilling question, his voice devoid of any humanity.
A sadistic glint flickered in Aaron's eyes as he addressed the writhing Olteca, his voice a chilling whisper. "Do you know what happens when your lungs have too much oxygen in them, Olteca?" The question hung heavy in the air, laced with a twisted amusement that sent shivers down Olteca's spine.
Olteca, his face contorted in a silent scream, could only offer a gurgling response, the oxygen mask a cruel muzzle stifling his pleas. Aaron, however, seemed to find this lack of response even more entertaining.
"It's a fascinating phenomenon, really," he continued, a hint of manic energy creeping into his voice. "Truly amazes me every time I see it." With a sickening twist of the dial on the device, the hiss of oxygen intensified, transforming into a high-pitched whine.
Olteca's body, already wracked with pain, convulsed violently. His eyes bulged from their sockets, his vision blurring at the edges as his lungs fought against the burning sensation of over-inflation. This wasn't just oxygen anymore; it was molten fire coursing through his veins, searing his insides.
A cruel smile twisted Aaron's lips as he observed Olteca's agony. "See," he taunted, his voice laced with a chilling glee, "the lungs, unlike the rest of the body, can't simply shut down. They keep trying to breathe, even when there's more than enough air. Fascinating, isn't it?"
Olteca, his consciousness fading at the edges, could only offer a strangled gasp in response. Panic clawed at him, a primal fear of suffocation despite the overwhelming presence of oxygen. The line between pain and pleasure blurred, leaving only a terrifying awareness of his own body betraying him.
Aaron, oblivious to Olteca's silent torment, continued to increase the oxygen flow. The device whined in protest as it pushed the gas beyond its intended limits. Pink froth bubbled from the edges of the mask, a gruesome testament to the damage being inflicted.
This wasn't just torture; it was a twisted scientific experiment conducted on a living subject.
A grotesque explosion of flesh and bone erupted from the oxygen mask, showering the rooftop in a crimson rain. Olteca, his body pushed beyond its physical limits, was no more. But Aaron, his face a mask of cold indifference, didn't even blink.
With a practiced movement, he snatched a vial from his pocket, its contents swirling with an ethereal green luminescence. The sadistic smile that stretched across his face was a chilling counterpoint to the carnage that surrounded him.
"We can't have you dying on us yet, Olteca," he said, his voice devoid of warmth despite the amusement dancing in his eyes. "The fun has just begun."
He knelt beside the smoldering remains, carefully pressing the vial against the exposed flesh of Olteca's mangled arm. The green liquid hissed as it made contact, spreading like a living virus across the mutilated limb. A flicker of regeneration pulsed through the crimson mess, the destroyed tissue knitting itself back together at an alarming rate.
Olteca, ripped apart moments ago, gasped back to a semblance of life. A choked cough tore through him as his lungs, miraculously repaired, struggled to function. He looked up at Aaron, his eyes wide with terror and a dawning comprehension.
He wasn't dead. He wasn't allowed to die. He was condemned to endure this twisted cycle of torture and resurrection, a plaything for a monster fueled by rage and a desperate search for his sister.
"Where is she?" Aaron growled, the question dripping with venomous urgency. Despite the monstrous power coursing through him, his voice still held a sliver of humanity, a desperate plea buried beneath the layers of rage.
Olteca, his body screaming in agony despite the miraculous healing potion, could only whimper incoherently. He knew the answer, but the excruciating torture had scrambled his thoughts, leaving him a broken puppet dangling on the strings of Aaron's sadistic will.
A cruel laugh escaped Aaron's lips, devoid of any humor. The rooftop, once a desolate battleground, had become a twisted laboratory, the air thick with the stench of burnt flesh and the chilling promise of more to come.
Aaron's chilling laughter echoed across the rooftop, a sound devoid of humor and brimming with a horrifying promise. "Let's hope you didn't put her in chains," he rasped, his voice laced with a terrifying edge. "Because if you did..."
The sentence hung unfinished, a threat more potent than any spoken word. He didn't need to complete it for Olteca to understand the monstrous consequences. A whimper, choked by pain and fear, escaped the revived demon.
With a cold, calculating fury, Aaron grabbed Olteca's mangled form by the crimson armor. The man who was once a fearsome Deadman was now a broken doll, barely clinging to life thanks to the strange potion. Ignoring the stench of burnt flesh and the sickening wet sounds of Olteca's regenerating body, Aaron dragged him across the rooftop like a ragdoll.
Reaching the edge of the building, a dizzying drop to the street below, Aaron paused. He looked down at Olteca, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment. In that shared glance, Olteca saw not the playful hero, Raion, but a monstrous entity fueled by a primal rage.
"Looks like we're playing a new game," Aaron said, his voice a chilling whisper. Without a moment's hesitation, he flung Olteca's body over the edge.
Olteca's scream, a horrific mix of pain and terror, was cut short by the howling wind as he plummeted towards the ground. Aaron leaned over the edge, his eyes tracking the descent with a cold detachment.
He watched as Olteca's body slammed into the pavement five floors below with a sickening crunch.
And as Aaron straightened up, a cruel smile twisting his lips, he knew one thing for certain: he could indeed be a lot rougher than this.
The descent into darkness had just begun.
Pov change
A suffocating dread had gripped Rui since the moment she was captured. Each tick of the rusty clock echoed with agonizing clarity, fueling her fear with every passing second. But today, a flicker of defiance sparked within her. This wasn't a life she'd accept, chained like a caged animal.
Focusing on the burly guard lounging near the door, she reached out with her telekinetic power. It felt like a mental strain, like trying to manipulate a stubborn thread with trembling fingers. But with sheer determination, she managed to snatch the key dangling from his belt loop, the guard completely oblivious.
Freedom. The word ignited a surge of adrenaline within her. Memories of Aaron's training echoed in her mind – how to subtly manipulate the electrical signals within the brain, causing temporary paralysis. With renewed focus, she targeted the guards in the vicinity, a wave of dizziness washing over them as they crumpled to the ground.(A/N this is why Aaron not allowed to have power he come up with this bs)
The metal bars of her makeshift prison felt like an unwelcome reminder of her captivity. But Rui, unwilling to waste time, reached out with her telekinetic power. The bars warped and twisted, contorting as if under immense pressure before giving way. It wouldn't fool a keen eye, but it would create the illusion of a brutal escape.
Pushing her limits, she unleashed a wave of telekinetic energy, encompassing everyone within a 25-foot radius. A metallic tang filled her mouth as a small droplet of blood escaped her nose. Ignoring the growing strain, she focused on her body, lightening it like a feather. She needed to find her Nii-san, the pull of their bond guiding her way. And an extra boost wouldn't hurt.
With a final surge of power, she propelled herself forward, a blur of desperate hope and sheer willpower. The abandoned building receded behind her, the cityscape unfolding as she raced toward the source of the faint, familiar energy signature – a signature that both terrified and comforted her. This wasn't a rescue mission; it was a desperate gamble, a race against time to find her brother before the monstrous power consuming him spiraled completely out of control.
A/N if anyone asking how Rui was able to do when her power telekinesis, basically she send a small signal in your brain heart lungs and other vital organs and slightly change their neutral beat by doing this she kind of just make your body freeze, your brain kind of do that on its own as its consider this a fight of flight situation and with Rui interference your brain just choose to make you freeze for a moment.
How Aaron even thought of using it like that, I don't know he is the same man that use a futuristic camera as basketball and Teabag a god.