Raul returned with a few more people, ready to settle the score with Kane for breaking his arm. But rather than diving into the fight, Raul decided to hang back and let his gang handle it.
As Lucas and Kane emerged from the basement, the dim, flickering light made their rusted weapons glint ominously, but Raul couldn't help but laugh. "You brought a butter knife to a gunfight?" he sneered, his eyes landing on Lucas. The others chuckled, their confidence bolstered by the weapons they held—bats, pipes, and chains gleaming in the shadows.
Despite Raul's mockery, there was a momentary hesitation among his men when they saw the look in Kane's eyes. Lucas, though appearing weaker, stood beside Kane with a grip on his rusted knife that was no longer shaky. Raul noticed the change, but it only seemed to amuse him further.
"You really shouldn't have come back, Kane," Raul said, twirling his pipe lazily. "But hey, at least it'll be a quick one."
Kane's smirk remained, unshaken. "You're right, Raul. It will be quick."
Raul waved his hand, signaling his men to move in. The room erupted into chaos as they charged at Kane and Lucas, their weapons raised high. Metal clashed with metal, the harsh sound echoing through the decaying walls. Kane moved with deadly precision, wielding his crowbar with practiced ease. Lucas stood ready, his body trembling at the fierce battle but not his hands.
Raul watched from the sidelines, a smirk playing on his lips, confident that his men would overwhelm the two. But as the battle raged on, a sliver of doubt crept in—maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.
As the chaotic brawl unfolded, one of Raul's men, a burly figure with a twisted grin, locked eyes on Lucas. There was something in the way he stared, a hunger that made Lucas's skin crawl. The man's weapon hung loosely in one hand as he sauntered over, his eyes raking over Lucas's form with a sickening intensity.
He sneered, the leer on his face growing wider as he got closer. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "When we're done with your lil boyfriend, I'll make sure to use you real well. A slut like you deserves nothing less."
The man's words were laced with depravity, but Lucas felt no fear, only a cold, dark fury rising within him. His grip tightened on the rusted knife, his knuckles turning white. The man took another step closer, clearly underestimating Lucas, his gaze full of lust and cruelty.
As the man approached, he stroked the prominent bulge in his pants, his lecherous eyes locked on Lucas, the tension snapped. Lucas's cold fury boiled over, and without a second thought, he struck. The rusty blade in his hand found its target with brutal precision, plunging deep into the man's groin.
The man's smirk twisted into a grimace of sheer agony. He doubled over, clutching desperately at his crotch, a high-pitched scream tearing from his throat as he dropped to his knees. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his pants, and his face contorted with pain and terror.
Lucas stood over him, the knife still in his hand, watching the scene with an eerie calm. A giggle bubbled up from his throat, light and almost childlike, as he observed the man writhing in pain before him. The sound was out of place, unsettling, as if Lucas found some twisted amusement in the man's suffering.
As the chaos of the brawl unfolded, Kane faced down the seven men with a feral intensity. Each one was armed and ready, but they were no match for Kane's brutal efficiency.
One of the men lunged at Kane with a metal pipe, but Kane sidestepped with ease, bringing his crowbar down on the man's knee. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as the man crumpled to the floor, howling in pain. Kane didn't waste a second; he swung the crowbar again, striking the man's temple with a force that left him unconscious in an instant.
Another man, brandishing a chain, tried to catch Kane off guard. But Kane was quicker, grabbing the chain mid-swing and yanking the man toward him. With a swift motion, Kane drove the crowbar into his attacker's gut, doubling him over. Kane followed up with a vicious knee to the face, sending the man crashing to the ground in a daze.
The third and fourth men attacked simultaneously, one swinging a bat while the other aimed a knife at Kane's ribs. Kane ducked under the bat, using his momentum to drive his crowbar into the knife-wielder's side. The man let out a strangled gasp, dropping his knife as he staggered back. Kane then whirled around, catching the bat mid-swing, and yanked it out of the man's hands. With a swift upward motion, he cracked the bat against the man's jaw, knocking him out cold.
The next man hesitated, seeing his comrades fall so easily. But Kane didn't give him a chance to retreat. He hurled the bat at the man's face, stunning him long enough to close the distance. Kane slammed the crowbar into the man's chest, sending him sprawling. A quick stomp to the head ensured he wouldn't get back up.
The sixth man, more desperate than the others, charged at Kane with a knife. Kane sidestepped the thrust, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it until he dropped the blade. With a swift, brutal motion, Kane drove his knee into the man's stomach, then brought the crowbar down on the back of his neck, leaving him motionless on the floor.
The last man, the one who had taunted Lucas, was the most confident—and the most foolish. As he lay on the ground, screaming in agony from the stab wound Lucas had inflicted, Kane turned his attention to Lucas.
Lost in the chaos of the moment, Lucas didn't hear Kane approaching. His gaze was locked on the man writhing at his feet, the twisted giggle still bubbling in his throat. Something dark and primal had taken hold of him, a part of himself he had never fully unleashed before. His heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from the thrill of control, the rush of power that came with having someone helpless before him.
"~You shouldn't have done that~"
Lucas moved with a strange, eerie grace, almost as if in a trance. He straddled the man, his knees pinning the man's arms to the ground. The man's screams filled the room, but they only seemed to drive Lucas further into his dark reverie. He raised the knife high, his breathing quick and shallow, eyes wide with a manic gleam.
Time seemed to slow as he brought the knife down, plunging it into the man's flesh with a force that surprised even himself. The man's scream turned into a gurgle as blood sprayed from the wound, but Lucas didn't stop. He pulled the knife out and plunged it in again, and again, each thrust more frenzied than the last. The sensation was overwhelming, a sick mix of horror and exhilaration that flooded his senses.
This was Lucas's first time taking a life, and the reality of it was both terrifying and intoxicating. He was lost in the moment, consumed by a need he didn't fully understand, a hunger for control and dominance that had always lurked in the darkest corners of his mind. The world around him faded away, leaving only the raw, visceral act of violence.
When Lucas finally stopped, his chest heaving, he looked down at the man beneath him, now lifeless and still. Blood coated his hands, the knife, and the floor around them. For a moment, Lucas felt a strange calm settle over him, a sense of satisfaction that he had never known before.
As the final echoes of the dying man's screams faded, the room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Lucas's ragged breathing. He remained straddling the lifeless body beneath him, the bloody knife still clutched in his now trembling hand. The weight of what he had done slowly began to settle over him, a mix of exhilaration and horror churning in his stomach.
But Kane wasn't done.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kane caught a glimpse of movement. Raul, the instigator of the attack, had seen the carnage unfold and finally realized the hopelessness of his situation. Panic and fear etched across his face, he turned and bolted toward the door, desperate to escape the nightmare he had set in motion.
Kane's eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam sparking in his gaze. He moved with deadly speed, his footsteps barely making a sound as he pursued Raul. The distance between them closed in an instant, Raul's frantic attempt to flee proving futile against Kane's relentless pursuit. Kane was upon him before Raul could even reach the door.
With a swift, brutal motion, Kane grabbed Raul by the back of his shirt, yanking him off balance and slamming him into the wall with bone-jarring force. The impact drove the air from Raul's lungs in a painful gasp, his eyes widening with terror as he felt the cold, unyielding grip of Kane's hand wrapping around his throat.
Raul struggled, clawing at Kane's arm, but it was like trying to pry open a steel vise. Kane's expression was cold, devoid of mercy, as he slowly tightened his grip, savoring the fear in Raul's eyes. Raul's breath came in ragged gasps, his vision darkening at the edges as he choked and sputtered, unable to break free.
But Kane wasn't satisfied with just choking him. He wanted Raul to understand the full weight of his mistake, to feel the same helplessness he had tried to inflict on others. With a cruel twist of his wrist, Kane forced Raul's head to the side, exposing the vulnerable angle of his neck.
Raul's eyes bulged with panic as he realized what was coming. He tried to beg, his voice a strangled whimper, but the words were lost in his throat. Kane's grip shifted, his fingers digging into the flesh of Raul's neck, positioning it just right. Then, with a sudden, violent twist, Kane snapped Raul's neck with a sickening crack.
The sound echoed through the room, final and irrevocable. Raul's body went limp, his life extinguished in an instant. Kane held him there for a moment longer, as if to ensure that Raul was truly gone, before letting the lifeless form slump to the floor.
Kane straightened, his breathing steady, his expression calm as he looked down at Raul's twisted, lifeless body. The rush of adrenaline that had fueled his actions began to ebb, leaving behind a cold, calculated satisfaction. This was the fate Raul had earned, and Kane had delivered it without hesitation.
Kane straightened, his breathing steady, his expression calm as he looked down at Raul's twisted, lifeless body. The rush of adrenaline that had fueled his actions began to ebb, leaving behind a cold, calculated satisfaction. This was the fate Raul had earned, and Kane had delivered it without hesitation.
Turning away from the corpse, Kane looked back at Lucas, who was still kneeling beside the man he had killed, the bloodied knife now lying on the floor beside him. There was a strange understanding in Kane's eyes, a recognition of the darkness they both shared. Kane knew that Lucas had crossed a threshold tonight, one that couldn't be uncrossed, and in his own way, he felt a twisted sense of pride.
He clapped a proud smile etched on his face as the sound echoed in the still room.
"Do you know how beautiful you looked just now?" Kane whispered exasperated, his words laced with an unsettling mix of admiration and desire. "When you were on top of him… when you plunged that knife into him… God, Lucas, you were stunning."
Lucas's breath hitched at Kane's words, his heart still racing, but now for a different reason. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at Kane's face, his tear-streaked cheeks flushed with confusion and something else he couldn't quite name.
Kane's eyes were dark, almost hypnotic, as they locked onto Lucas's. "The way your eyes lit up, the way you moved—it was like you were made for that moment," Kane continued, his voice low and intense. "There was this fire in you, this raw, untamed energy… I've never seen anything like it. You were magnificent, Lucas. Powerful. Sexy."
Lucas's mind was still reeling from everything that had happened, but Kane's words cut through the fog, sending a strange thrill through him. No one had ever spoken to him like this before, with such unfiltered, almost feral admiration. It was as if Kane saw something in him that no one else did, something dark and twisted but also undeniably alluring.
"You… you really think so?" Lucas whispered, his voice shaky, unsure if he should feel flattered or disturbed—or both.
Kane nodded, his hand still cradling Lucas's face. "I know so. You're not just some scared kid, Lucas. There's something inside you—something dangerous, and that's what makes you so irresistible. When you killed that man, you weren't weak. You were in control. You were beautiful."
Lucas's breath shuddered, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through him. Kane's words were like a drug, intoxicating and confusing, pulling him deeper into the darkness they shared. Part of him wanted to recoil, to push Kane away and deny everything he was saying. But another part—a deeper,more psychotic part—wanted to believe every word.
Kane leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Lucas's ear as he whispered, "You don't have to be afraid anymore. Not of who you are, not of what you're capable of. You and I, we're the same. We're meant for this."
A tremor ran through Lucas, his body responding to Kane's words in a way that both frightened and thrilled him. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering between who he had been and what he could become, and Kane was the one holding him steady, urging him to take the plunge.
"You were perfect," Kane murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I want to see that fire in you again, Lucas. I want to see you embrace it, let it consume you. Because when you do… you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Lucas swallowed hard, his head spinning. Kane's words, his touch, the intensity of his gaze—it all made Lucas feel alive in a way he had never experienced before. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly captivating, and as he looked into Kane's eyes, he knew there was no turning back.