"I told you, he always finds me... Always." she smirks at their wary faces.
"LUNA!!" She heard his voice even closer. "DK!" she screamed, and the younger one instantly covered her mouth with his palm, but it was too late, he already heard her, and he was already standing there.
The place was dark, but he could see all three men kneeling down, he couldn't see her, just her legs. And he walked closer and then he saw her, her dress had been pulled off her shoulders, down to her waist, except for the black bra that she wore, her upper body was completely exposed, and Lords! He'd never been more enraged in his life, his fingers dug deep and hard into his clenched palm that they bled, the veins in his arms were thick and visible like vines on a tree, he wanted nothing more but to kill them all.
``No one would ever hurt you, Piccola," He could suddenly hear his own words ring loud and clear in his head. ``because I'd destroy every single one of them before they even dream about it." That was what he had promised her. ``The closest they would get to you is your feet, and I assure you, Piccola, only their corpses would make it that far." Those were the words he had told her, and he failed to keep that promise, and it vexed him even more.
"Hey, big brother" she choked, and he hated her for doing this. Hated her for putting herself in this kind of situation just to prove a meaningless point.
"T_That's him?" the youngest stutters, as the place was dark, only shimmers of light reached that corner, but the darkness didn't hide the man. He could feel the different aura that radiated from him, could feel the anger, and when the lights flashed on his face, he could see the fury in his eyes. He could tell, this was no ordinary big brother.
"What do we do?" the second guy asks in a really low whisper. "We can't just leave her. It's three of us against one. We can bring him down." the lanky one says. "I don't think so. Let's just make a run for it." The youngest who suddenly seemed like the wisest of them says. "And leave this pretty pepper, not today. We can take him." The lanky one assures them.
"You should just scurry back. We'll send your little sister back home in a little while." The lanky one says, the other two standing behind him, ready to attack at any given time.
"Are you deaf? Go, or you wanna watch us having a good time with her?" And that was it, he snapped.
Within that little space where a millisecond converts into a whole second, he had breached the gap between them, instantly snapping the neck of the man in front of him, letting his lifeless body fall to her feet like ordinary toilet paper.
Lights from somewhere flashed on his face, his eyes were blood red, then the lights flashed on the lifeless body of the man, and the remaining two trembled with utter terror.
"O_O_Uh" they tried saying something, but the words just didn't come out, the words were stuck deep down their throats. "P_Please, t_t_take her. It w_was all his i_i_idea." the other guy stuttered, taking shuddering steps backwards as Zeno slowly moved towards him, like he was stalking his prey.
"P_P_ PleaAAHHHCK" the man gagged as Zeno's angry palm wind around his neck, slowly squeezing, pressing him tight, choking the very soul out of the man. "P_Please" was a low squeal, very low, like the sound of a squirrel.
He could feel his entire face swell, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, the blood draining from his face. He could feel the bones in his neck cracking, could feel the lack of air in his lungs.
And soon, he could feel nothing more. Nothing at all. His whole body went numb. His system shut down, and Zeno tossed his empty shell of a body right next to his friend, right next to her feet.
Turning to the last man standing, the youngest. Even in the dead of night, Zeno could see him trembling with fear, the guy couldn't even move from the spot, for he was struck with tremoring terror.
"How old are you?" he finally spoke, walking up to the young man. "I asked you a question, how old?"
"E_E_Eighteen s_sir, I'm just a k_kid sir"
"Kids don't rape. If you can have the thought of raping a person then you're way past childhood."
"I_I'm s_sorry sir. I'm just e_eighteen sir. P_Please sir." He couldn't say a single word without stuttering.
"You're old enough to think of rape, then you're old enough to take a beating." He instantly grabs onto the young man and slaps him hard on the face, holding him tight by his collar, landing another bell ringing slap on his face, and another one, and then another one.
He wasn't punching him, but the slap was face tearing. You could feel his anger through the echoes of the slap, could feel the rage from the way his hands went high up and landed mercilessly on his face.
" Live right" he says, and one more deafening slap, and the young man passes out. Not dead, just passed out. And he drops him too at her feet.
And now he turns his attention to her, looking at her from head to toe, focusing his anger on her. He wished to slap some sense into her too, wished to bend her over and spank her for this stupid and childish act. "On_ your _feet." He orders, and at this point, she knows better than to do otherwise, so she grudgingly does as she's told, slipping her dress back onto her shoulders, finding the zip and working it up.