The screaming and crying went on for 10 minutes before James was too tired to continue.
"There you go, you're a big strong awakened. Such a small injury wouldn't kill you." Ray said with an evil smile while looking at the man with part of his femur piercing through his pants.
"Now before I get you to a healer to fix this you're gonna return all of the stuff that you stole from me and you're not gonna miss any of it."
Removing the gag he wanted to hear what his captive was going to say but all he received was spit in his face.
"F*ck you F rank. Attacking us when we weren't ready. If you were a real man you would have fought us fair and square."
Quickly shoving the gag back in and whipping his face, Ray retaliated. "What the f*ck are you on about. You and your buddy over there sucker punched me the moment I opened my door. And then you two started spouting bullshit about how my stuff is yours."
Repositioning himself over the other leg he continued. "And what the f*ck do you mean by 'If you were a real man' what are you? Twelve?"
Ignoring the look of fear in the man's face, he raised his foot and said "And I have a name."
SNAP…. Another leg was broken and the symphony of screams and crying restarted.
Not even giving him the chance, he kicked his arm, breaking that too.
"Listen to me idiot, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Don't think I don't know how [Inventory] works. If I kill you fuckers then all of your stuff will drop on the floor like a piñata. And believe me when I say I can make the two of you disappear."
As he has been an orphan since he was 6, he had to work a lot of rather unsavory jobs. The government technically provided for him, but he only got enough to barely not die of starvation. He wasn't going to live like that so he started working from an early age.
Because of the child labor laws and then the school rules, no legally operated company would have hired him. So all that's left was the more, under the radar jobs. He had more than enough blood on his hands and enough connections that made the deaths of two students that were so unvalued that they were assigned to bring an F rank back to his home when he passed out, trivial.
He may be only 15, but he's had his fair share of experiences.
'Plus, now that I'm an F rank, no one would believe that it was me. My rank is seeming more and more convenient'
Whether or not James believed that he would actually kill them, he didn't want to find out. Someone who could break both legs and an arm of another person so easily, so undisturbed, is a person he didn't want to cross. Unfortunately that is the exact person he went out of his way to mess with.
Pulling the gag back out, Ray asked him "Ready to return my stuff?" with the same sadistic, shit eating grin.
He shook his head and nervously responded "I'm…. I'm so sorry, we've already sold them and added the money to our pc's there's nothing that I can…"
"Then transfer it.'' The smile was covered up with a deadpan expression. "This may be my first pc but I've dealt with them before, so transfer it."
He put his metal ring up against James' and waited for the notification of the transfer.
"But I don't know how exactly much I sold them for. And Jim also has a portion of it."
"Then transfer all of it."
"What.."
"Transfer all of it, I don't like repeating myself."
"But that's not fair."
"Neither was it fair when you destroyed my apartment and stole whatever you put your eyes on. Now transfer it, all of it. And do it quickly before you bleed out."
Sitting in a puddle of his own blood, he was left with no other choice. He transferred a little bit, only about half as much as he got from selling Ray's stuff, but left most of it behind.
'No way I'm going to give the F rank all of my money, he probably doesn't even know how the pc works, just lying to me.' is what he would have thought if the next moment the world wasn't full of a familiar pain.
Breaking the other arm, Ray said. "I said don't f*ck with me idiot. When you make a full transfer of funds to another pc, it's supposed to send me a notification that asks me if you are switching pc's and should prepare for a data transfer as well. And I haven't gotten it."
Putting the gag back to stop the screaming he moved back over to his legs. Shaking his head he sighed. "I don't want to do this you know, just follow instructions and all will be over."
At this point Jim was wide awake as not many people could sleep through the screams that happened right next to him. And he opened his eyes just in time to see a thin black guy shattering the shins of his friend, followed by more screaming. Before he could even move, Ray looked over at him and said "Wait your turn."
But either because he was too disoriented to fully understand his instructions or he ignored it because he underestimated his enemy, he still got up and started to activate his talent and pull out something from his inventory.
His skin started to turn a silver-gray color and a blade started to form in his hands, but that didn't matter. In a flash, he was also on the floor crying in pain with both his legs broken in two places. "Now why are you two so bad at following instructions?"