A/N: This is an adult story, containing LGBT content in the form of gay/homosexual with a little dark theme in it. As for the content in the form of sexual activity, it has been edited by refining the vocabulary and narration. If you are bothered by any of the above, please leave immediately.
Be wise in your reading choices!
Happy Reading!
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On a dead morning, black snowflakes fall on a gray Sunday. The grim reaper has returned,
bringing a glimmer of an unsettled soul, with a heart covered in vengeance.
Several pairs of steps ran in a hurry, tracing the wet, muddy ground accompanied by the rumble of lightning above the sky in the darkness of night. If they couldn't see the sunrise again, then it would be a long night. Drowning them in the eternal nightmare of death.
Drop after drop of cold rain began to fall from the sky. Falling on the earth in countless numbers. However, the group of four men were unyielding in their steps. Each of them wore a black suit that had become untidy due to the rain. Their fingers firmly held a firearm, as they stared warily at each side of the dark alley they were walking down.
Right in a dark alley, one of the quiet places at the foot of an elite building in a district of Southern Canada, the city of Toronto. From the fall they could see a figure with a pale, pallid face standing in the rain. When the lightning struck, the figure was clearly visible even though it was only illuminated for a few seconds.
The group of people were immediately wide-eyed-not because of the sound of thunder that came after the lightning. However, the standing figure was one of them, the companion they were looking for. His condition was terrible, his left arm was severed above the shoulder, both eyeballs had moved somewhere, fresh blood flowing down his cheeks and falling to the ground to mingle with the raindrops. Slowly, his hand stretched out in a broken motion, pointing at the four people with his finger as if to say something. The man was still alive with short breaths, dying.
If it wasn't for a sword that stabbed him in the back through the front of his chest, the man wouldn't have been able to stand up. The sword was held by someone from behind to hold the victim steady on his feet.
The four people gasped in shock as they finally recognized who it was, their jaws twitching.
A man wearing a worn black woolen coat stood behind. The white rabbit mask he wore disguised a handsome face with gleaming eyes highlighting a cold aura.
"That ... that's Killer Rabbit!" One of the three shouted, his voice united with the pouring rain.
"Argghh!!!"
The pained groan broke out as Killer Rabbit stabbed his sword even deeper until the prick reached the base. Then pulling it out rapidly, blood poured out like a faucet as the man fell to his knees on the ground.
Without a word, the three men drew their H&K P7 pistols and fired at Killer Rabbit. A grin spread across his lips as gunshots filled the alley. As the rounds of ammunition shot out of the pistol's bore straight at him, Killer Rabbit did not run. He lifted the back collar of the shirt of the man in front of him, turning the lifeless man's body into a shield-protecting him from the hail of bullets that raced by like lightning.
Dozens of rounds of ammunition lodged in the crimson-colored body, Killer Rabbit's one free hand took a pistol from behind the backpack he carried on his back, he was about to strike back.
The sound of a bullet being fired boomed with thunder, ending with someone's anguished cry. A round of ammunition hit one man in the head.
The three remaining men began to get angry, refusing to give in to fear when they saw their comrade fall with a gunshot wound to the head. However, that emotion did not last long. When the pistols they were holding no longer fired, their entire bodies were suddenly gripped by horror that penetrated to the marrow of their bones.
They were speechless, as if their tongues and lips had been locked. They moved backwards, trying to avoid the unequal firefight that was taking place. The sound of gunfire and shouting continued to shrill, tearing the night sky and penetrating the curtain of rain.
Killer Rabbit's grin grew wider, it was the moment when the remaining three tried to run. Despair plunged into their hearts, as Killer Rabbit's gun spewed out another round of ammunition. Then, nothing happened. Not a single bullet went off. Killer Rabbit had just run out of ammunition.
This opportunity was not wasted by the remaining three people, they chose to come back forward against Killer Rabbit. Three against one, Killer Rabbit was no match and tonight the killer rabbit didn't want to let his quarry escape alive. Killer Rabbit picked up his sword that was still lying on the muddy ground. The silver glint emanating from the sword's surface shone in the dark night, clashing with the lightning.
In one step, Killer Rabbit strode forward, his sword drawn. Like a samurai attacking an enemy on the battlefield. In a single slash Killer Rabbit slashed right through the stomach of one of the men who was not far enough away. The effect of the slash was quite deep, tearing the man's abdomen. His clothes were torn in front, red liquid seeped out, followed by something long and dark red poking out from between the torn skin. As if nothing had happened, the man stood still as fresh blood continued to seep from his split stomach. The man felt nothing due to shock, ending up with his lifeless body collapsing to the ground in a pool of blood under the pouring rain. A sight capable of sending chills down the spine, blood freezing cold.
The cold smile on the invisible lips covered by the mask of the white rabbit's face has not faded even though the raindrops have soaked his entire body. There was only one mouse left. Bringing his footsteps to a halt, the man tried to escape. However, not being careful, he tripped over something and fell.
"Curse you ...! You're nothing but a murderer!" he cursed, staring into the slit hole of the rabbit mask where to stare at the sapphire irises, belonging to the murderer.
The man immediately flipped his body while whistling backwards. Killer Rabbit was completely unfazed by the cursing, not getting carried away and hunting him down. Killer Rabbit had turned a deaf ear, banishing all emotion from his life as an assassin.
One thrust, two thrusts and so on he stabbed blindly at the man's stomach. Brutally, until it was torn apart. Killer Rabbit mercilessly stomped on the man's head. Forcing him to kiss the ground until his nose was crushed. In one heartbeat, the man felt his spirit lifted into the rumble of lightning. Impassive, Killer Rabbit stomped his foot so hard on the man's jaw that the sound of bones breaking was accompanied by a screech. His jaw shattered with blood spraying onto the ground.
Under the pouring rain, the blue-eyes looked at each pale, bloodied face, wide-eyed - unable to accept having their lives forcibly taken from them. Cold rain drenched Killer Rabbit, while warm blood soaked his fingers.
The fishy odor of blood wafted out, the torn flesh of the corpses washed away by the rain. There was no stopping the gushing blood, just as he could not stop the rain from falling in torrents. Both were impossible for him. And in that dirty alleyway, he had obliterated what was left of them.
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Noel Baluev woke up in a strange place he had never seen. Observing in different directions, he found nothing. There was just a void, a monochrome gray. There was no roof. No walls, but floors that were all gray. Dozens of questions began to weigh on his mind, who knows how he ended up here now.
"Noel!" A whispered voice called his name.
Noel asked scared, also wary. "Who's there? How do you know my name?"
"You don't need to know who I am."
Not the answer Noel wanted. "What do you want? Why am I here?" A look of confusion grew on his face.
"I called you." The unfamiliar voice replied calmly.
"But why?" Noel didn't know why every answer the stranger gave him only made him more confused.
"I need your help."
"W-what do you mean? I don't understand," Noel was almost skeptical of what he was hearing. Asking for his help? Seriously, he thought, and Noel himself couldn't help himself at the moment.
"If you help me, I'll help you too."
"Help me, for what?" Noel contemplated the consequences of this strange situation.
"Revenge." The short answer from the voice left Noel even more confused.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't remember how you died?"
"I already ..."
The voice laughed for the umpteenth time, even louder now. "You'll help me, and I'll help you so we're even."
Slowly Noel saw a white shadow approaching, flying towards him like a wisp of smoke on the wind and blowing gently across his body. After that everything went dark, and there was nothing else he could remember.
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