The burly figure drew his knife and swung it around in a clumsy fashion, as if trying to make his goofy demeanor swallow the world whole.
Apparently this was some sort of signal to the other goons to follow.
The child knew that his chances of death were already low, if the other two were to attack simultaneously he would have no chance. So he did a classic and reluctantly decided to talk, hoping his iq won't drop too substantially from engaging in a conversation.
"Three people attacking one kid, how pathetic, it's sad to know scum such as you exist. Your whores for mothers probably can't feel anything anyway, since they're busy being pounded by other men."
The child clearly hit a sore spot as the middle goon paused his 'attack.'
"H-Huh, you.. How dare you. Tch it won't matter anyway your just a stupid kid, and trust me you'll regret saying that, but fine, you guys get back, i'll take my sweet time with this stupid kid."
The two grunts were taken aback by his malicious tone, but they obeyed and started to snicker.
"You got it boss"
"He's totes dead, haha."
Their 'boss' again ran clumsily through the rain
'I'll have to use this rain and wet mud to my advantage'
The child took careful steps backward trying not to slip on the sleek ground.
The burly man was mere steps away before the child dragged his feet and ducked behind a grave.
"Haha you think im stupid im not gonna run into-"
BANG
He ran into the grave and the grave couldn't take it and gave out, this was clearly disrespect to dead, but alas..
"ARGH, FUCKING MUD"
The child ran toward the man who had fallen barely missing the dirt with his lips. However the mud god was fair to all even if he was insulted, the child had run too fast, but this was all intended.
The child braced for impacted smashing into the burly man.
It wasn't over yet however the child was not very heavy, but that wasn't his goal in the first place.
The child took a lunge for the pocket knife and grabbed it with all the strength he could muster, ripping out of the mans grasp. He raised his hand quickly but the bulky freak managed to free his trapped hand. He violently swiped for the child's wrist, gripping with all his force.
"I'LL KILL YOU"
At this time the two other men decided to help out, subsequently they were too far too physically help.
The child kneed the man in the face, trying to lessen his grip, furthermore creating a worrisome crunching sound. The bulky mans face was now red from anger, but that wasn't going to help him.
Unexpectedly a ball of mud hurled toward them, however the child was used to tricks like this and quickly counter by lifting the mans molten face to it.
"SdhhjUIt"
He made an unaudible curse but it was too late, the crafty child quickly saw this opportunity and reversed his pull into push. Slotting the pocket knife into his neck were it belonged.
The criminal made a few noises, however no one would know what he was to say, the blood masking his vulgar last words.
This was not the child's first killing he had done it plenty of times, his empty gaze was not going to reflect any emotions now.
He had won the battle but the war was not over.
His hollow eyes landed on the two that were now screaming curses and running frantically, clearly too stupid to realise they will fall.
The child got up and quickly skirted into the domain of shadows, slipping away to formulate his next plan.
"HE GOT THE BOSS"
"SHIT, HOW DID A KID KILL HIM, THAT'S PATHETIC!"
The two were on guard the kid was not be taken lightly but they still were underestimating him.
"He's better off dead if he lost to a kid, but what do we tell the-"
"BEHIND YOU!"
But it was to late, the child had seemingly mastered the ability to manipulate mud and Grunt A's neck had been slit.
"HGRRRFGG"
Grunt A too had died choking on blood, seemingly none of them deserved any last words
The child pried out his dagger and kicked the body towards Grunt B.
"I'LLL KILL YOUUUUUUU!"
Before he could kick off the body Grunt B seemingly disregarded his 'friends' body, climbing over it to launch himself at the small child who's figure was dwarfed by him.
'Shit, I didn't expect this.'
Yet his expression did not change.
He tried to slide out the way, however without momentum he was not going anywhere.
The supernatural entity grimaced seemingly in though, however it resumed with its basic expression his thought leaving him.
The now not so smart child's air was ripped out of him and his conscious was next, he had to do something but he couldn't, something deep with in him bubbled up.
"I'LL KILL YOU, I LIKED BILL TOO, HE UNDERSTOOD ME, I AM GOING THROUGH SO MUCH RIGHT NOW, YOU SHITTY KID"
'You, pain? Don't make me laugh, you..'
Suddenly, many emotions surfaced from deep inside the child, as if frantically clawing out wanting to explode. Among them there was the single feeling that dwarfed all of them. Regret.
It wasn't that he could not save his sister, he had tried his best, everything he could. However in the end, no matter how smart, no matter how cunning, no matter how yearning. The child was well.. Just a sad puny and pathetic child.
What could he do?
His conscious faded for a fraction of a second, however what came back wasn't the emotionless sociopath he was before.
He had but one feeling that sparked all of them, regret.
"I'll kill you, YOU SHITTY FUCK, you think pain.. YOU, WHO ACTIVELY CAUSES IT. I'll kill you, KILL YOU, I'LLFUCKINGKILLYOU!!!"
The boy seemingly stuffed under the huge body of the man was able to make out words
"Hahahaha~ I knew i wasn't wrong when i saw you had my name kid.. Everything that enters a void has to go somewhere after all, you, me, everything."
"I'll give you the power to fulfill your empty oaths. ...But you better impress me later"
Nothing changed physically, but something else entered the child, his will to live, his reason to fight... His name.
In that moment, ---- could see his opponents face, one filled with anger, frustration and rage, however those emotions slowly turned to anguish, helplessness and futility.
It was as if ---- was watching through glass, completely numb, the only thing that ---- felt was regret. It was so unfamiliar, an emotion he rarely felt even when he could still feel emotions, so complex.
Time was but a fleeting thought as everything eventually came together.
Slowly the metaphorical glass panel dimmed, and soon his regrets would die with him.
The glass shattered, the regrets sucked back into the void, the wallowing regret vanished and in front of him was ----
"A corpse lying on top of corpse, so ironic, i love you humans."
"..."
"Fuck you"