A hole punched itself open to the parasite's forehead, center of course. Kage would never miss a shot, although he had never shot a gun, he did have acceptable skill with throwing knives. Practically the same to him if not for the recoil.
Of course, one wouldn't take a life so easily, especially with such speed. Yet, in that instance of a second, no, it had to be less than a second…
Passing the thought, Kage felt a break. Somewhere he heard the shattering of a once known doll splatter into the mire of sanctioned purity, forever dismantled without room for reincarnation.
That was the honest truth. It was the old permeating scent of semen staining itself to the walls, the polaroids displayed as trophies depicting young adults savagely molested, those very children staring wide eyed as he ran to face their tormentor. Then, even then, he thought upon killing for too long. There was an itch to hold back leaving this parasite with little else other than an aching pain.
But,
*BANG!*
His mouth opened speaking words so serenely filled with egotism.
The man thought he was safe, he thought he had survived this intruder thus winning the night. His strength demonstrated along with the invincibility that could never be flustered.
A truly impenetrable man. That was of course, the assumption made.
An assumption blasted to chunks of brain matter at the behest of a subsequent flurry of gunfire. Sparks alight brought into this world by the twitch of a steel trigger moved by an individual which thrusted an emotion so deeply perverse away instead hiding behind the veil of vile disgust at the sight of such grotesque horror. Despite this unwillingness to account for the truth, a shock of a smile struck Kage's face as the second shot fired at his behest. That shot was him taking away a man's strength therefore consuming the very concept itself. Like a vampire he took this man's nutrients developing it toward a grander goal beyond such a parasite's perception of reality.
With each round came the brief realization of Kage's inner self. The Devil which truly lain awake guiding his movements. In a time when it was against his beliefs, Kage only thought of the next bullet which would be unloaded. For each piece of lead furthered his strength allowing him to protect his friends.
*BANG!*
Yes… This was for his friends. Although he had manipulated them; he betrayed their trust by tossing them away. In the end, there was love. So no, he did not lust after the seething squirt of fluid sprayed onto his torso from the parasite's demolished face. How could he admire such warming liquid embracing his cold hardened bod like a mother to her babe?
No, he killed for his friends.
Afterall, this parasite was never human, was it?
Then, all at once, the firing ended. Kage had stopped of his own volition because he didn't do things in excess. There was no indulging with him, it was the minimum to go further to save the two he cared most for. He was no Devil.
Palming the revolver, Kage pushed in on the ejector rod dropping the spent casings into his open grip then stuffed them into his pocket zippering it tight.
With the pungently bitter odor of cerebrospinal fluid leaking over the parasite's desk, Kage was hit with another urge. Jumping to the open window he proceeded to spew the entirety of his guts down the side of the building.
'Knock! Knock! Knock!'
"Boss? You in there? Got ya call… wanted some clean up?" The voice started muffled from its place beyond the door. Its words sickening Kage again yet caught his attention to a call of some sort. Casting a glance at the desk he understood his mistake. Somehow the boss alerted his underlings to a situation needing their attention, yet it was luck alone that this thing enjoyed such depravities that the sounds heard were no cause for alarm. Instead, what was worrisome lay at the lack of noise.
'Knock!'
"Boss? Y'alright in there?"
'Knock!'
Creeping out the window, Kage made for his exit closing the pane behind him as he stepped foot onto the ledge from whence, he came. A glance down sought a stretch of maneuvering done prior yet not made any less dangerous on repetition. Originally, he had taken the fire escape, discovered earlier, to the end of the tenth floor where it abruptly ended leaving the remaining floors sectioned off by either elevator or an indoor stairwell locked behind ilun. Without the option to prowl inside, Kage was forced to climb the rest of the way stirred by the wrath of roaring winds together touched by floods of now pouring rain the size of hand grenades.
He managed it already, all that mattered now was the descent. It must be easier, right?
'THWUMP!' The door to the boss's room kicked open as the patter of footsteps scurried about it. Then came a cry from the same man who had been behind the door, "BOSS!"
The guard, late in his rescue, sobbed hitting the floor in defiance. "LOOK FOR THE FUCKER WHO DID THIS!" He wailed out at the others in the room as they were already on their way to search the rest of the building. Such a prospect would be inconceivable as Kage followed through with his pathing nearly at the end of his journey. A journey abruptly interrupted by a flying window landing him square in the face welting his nose and cheeks in an unseen blue.
The injury was sudden but still he hung on by a hand and foot maintaining his position not even squeaking at the pain. As Kage hung for dear life awaiting what may have been an intentional strike, he posed with his other arm outstretched pointing the remaining rounds of his revolver toward the glass. However, what produced itself was the balding head of a middle-aged man, clearly drunk to a stupor as his jaw became overtaken by a stubble due to the early rise from the trouble. A cigarette clung to the spacing of his index and middle fingers partaking in the pastime of smoking. One of few he managed to take part in.
The bald man drew in a breath of the last portion to his nearly dead cigarette then flicked the excess to the circling waves of rain. That should have been all as the man turned to re-enter his duties of mopping before the dirty scuff marks of the boss and his 'presents'. But a glint caused the man's eye to squint.
Leaning back to his resting position, the man saw the rather unusual silhouette of a man hanging from the ledge just to the right of the window. As his eye went wide, Kage forgoed the revolver instead kicking the open windowpane into the man, shattering its glass into the back of his head. Flipping the man face first into the floor.
Two more windows opened from below as passersby peeked to see the cause of such clutter. Only to see the same figure that the balding grunt had witnessed. No other options presenting themselves, Kage lunged for the window, arms first, clamoring inside as the sound of whoops and hollers echoed from the floors below rucking up a storm as the pounding of footsteps approached the broom closet, he now found himself in.