Pretear Fan Fiction ❯ Manhunt: Blood Work ❯ Man's Worst Friend ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six: Man's Worst Friend

(11:20pm)

Hiro didn't know what to think of the guy... He was a convict, so his first reaction was to hate the bastard to all end. But on the other hand, this guy may be able to help him bring this fucker, this Starkweather, down. With McNeil on his side, he could get a warrant for Starkweather's arrest in a few days... If he lived that long though.

He watched Vince do his work, while keeping pretty fucking quiet in the meantime... There was one-man insight... But he was pretty fucking hard to see. In camouflage, blending in with his surroundings... But his back was turned. Vince drew the plastic bag they found near the entrance, and walked slowly towards the man, with Hiro right behind him. It was imperative that Hiro didn't make any noise, lest they'd both be fucked.

Vince raised the bag, and pulled it over the man's head. He tried to scream, but it was muffled. Hiro watched as Vince spun him around, and began to beat the man in the face.

Hiro: "Stop it! That's enough!" he whispered harshly.

But Vince didn't stop. No, in fact at this comment, he broke the man's neck.

Hiro: "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he snapped.

Vince: "Starkweather wants brutal deaths... More deaths I give him like that, there will be a greater chance of him letting me go."

Hiro: "Don't you have any fucking morals?! Don't you feel bad?!"

Vince: "Of course I do! Before today, I never killed a single person in my life! But now... I've killed five...And the sick thing is I think I'm starting to enjoy it..."

Hiro: "Fuck! I had to be chained to a Psychopath!"

Vince: "FUCK YOU!" he snarled, "I'm perfectly sane!"

Before they could continue this, they both heard a twig crack. They didn't hear anything else, but it usually meant someone was nearby if a twig cracked... Vince bent down slowly, and picked up the machete the man he killed was carrying...

Vince: "Hiro... When I say so... We head for the bathrooms... Got it?"

Hiro: "Yeah..."

They heard nothing else. Just the wind...

Vince: "NOW!"

They both darted south, heading towards the bathroom area, and then they heard footsteps behind them. It was unclear how many people there were, but with two men, one being unarmed, they were most likely outnumbered.

They reached the bathroom, and ran into a dark shadowy corner. The footsteps stopped, and there was no sound. Moments later, they say two men walk in, carrying machetes. They made almost no noise, which was creepy. They also were communicating to each other with hand signals.

They searched the bathroom for a good minute, nearly finding them twice. One of them then exited, and the other stayed for a moment... He then turned around, which like everyone else who makes that mistake, was the last thing he did aside from be slaughtered.

Within seconds, Vince was upon him, and Hiro was forced to watch the horror, which would follow.

Vince first swung the blade in a horizontal strike, and hit him in the lower back. The man began to wheeze, and blood seeped from his mouth as he fell to his knees. Vince grabbed the man by the hair, and the man reached up to try to break free... It was brief, and stopped only when Vince hit him in the side of the neck with the blade, killing him. But no, that wasn't enough. He swung it twice more, severing the head from the body.

Hiro was stunned. He never saw such violence in his life. The body hit the floor, along with its former head. Blood formed a pool on the floor, and Vincent was once again laced in blood. He whipped it off, and reached down, picking up the other machete, and handed it to Hiro.

Vince: "I know you're disgusted at me, but I don't care... Take this, `cause we may have to do some more killings to get to the girl."

Hiro: "..."

Vince: "After this, you can fucking arrest me... I don't give a rat's ass, but right now let's focus on trying to survive, eh?"

Back on the other side of town, Jon was high as a kite. He had killed three more people, and had stumbled across a hand axe. He was still in the Innocentz turf, but he didn't know that... All he knew was he was having the time of his life by taking just that, life, from others. By force. Slaughter, the sport of kings- he thanked his lucky stars he'd eaten his Wheaties this morning. Or was that a year ago? Oh hell, time didn't matter! All he knew was that he was going to be late for SOMETHING if he kept lollygagging about.

He spotted another one of them, and simply pranced right up behind him. Emulating the stereotypical ballerina for his own comical amusement. During this, he was rather inhumanly silent. He simply tapped the man on the shoulder, and he turned to face Jon, his face met the sharpened wedge being slammed into it. The two factions, the metal axe and the flesh-and-bone face, had a disagreement. One which the axe truly took the cake on, splitting skull asunder in light of the fact that titanium by-product is harder than calcium and marrow. The body fell down dead, and Jon stood there with more blood on him. He smiled, and had a brief giggle fit, but he recovered. He always loved to giggle, put him more in touch with his feminine side. This was also, coincidentally, the part of his persona he used as an excuse to justify the masochistic pleasure he often put himself through.

It occurred to the young man only then that his hormones were raging, and needed rapid appeasement. Suddenly finding himself wishing he had fought those bastards off... He could have easily killed them, and then had Karen all for himself. Ah, beautiful Karen... Even in death she was beautiful... Hell, more so than in life! The lacerations and the beads of sweat rolling off her pale forehead, all so alive considering she wasn't! He could take in every detail for hours, if only for the sake of being near her! Ah yes, simply stroking her lifeless form gently- the wonders! She could not resist, she loved him- didn't she? Of course! And who didn't? Aside from those who hated Jon, but of course. Oh, to curve the pale lips into a smile, see her happy! That's all he really wanted to do, right? Right! Please the woman, make her feel GOOD! But he didn't- they did. And this, this was criminal.

But quite alright, they paid for their debauchery of an angel accordingly.

Damn it all! That is what he should have done! It didn't matter if she was dead or not (despite when they are alive it was more fun), he could have fucked her anyway... He couldn't now, only due to he didn't know where the fuck he was... That sucked, but he had been in worse situations... But this emotional instability, it got old at times. He was purely conscious of wanting to rape Karen one moment and hug her gently from behind the next, very aware of his own mind. He could see where it was going, but never stop it. No matter, came in handy sometimes, the urges for violence.

He reached down, and picked up some spare clips from the shit-for-brained cocksucker who he just wasted, and slid them in his other empty pocket. Wonderful. A hand axe, switchblade, a pistol, and ammo to boot. The pistol was the .38 his lady-love acquired earlier, he assumed. Not the best gun in the world, but it would do until he found something better... Not exactly an aficionado of firearms, but certainly familiar with them, the boy found himself wishing for anything better. A SIG-Sauer P220, his personal preference for the sleek aluminum frame, was the top thing on his mind.

Ah! And what's this? A sign, a sign of properties divine! Property divine more likely, the Carcer City Zoo to be specific. Is that where they kept folks like himself? Because he sure got called an animal frequently enough, it seemed to make sense. No matter, the establishment of fuzzy things to behold and crucify was but a mile from his present location. He'd always wanted to crucify a chimpanzee, if not for anything more than a good insult to Christianity. That, and crucifying anything at all seemed like great fun.

By now, Vince had killed four more of those fuckers, and the duo now had acquired themselves a Glock. Hiro decided to use this instead of the machete... He felt like a butcher carrying the damn blade.

Vince, on the other hand, was quite content with the blade... It was more silent than any pistol... And it made one helluva mess...

NO! He wasn't insane. He never will be insane, and that is final! This is just a phase... Yeah, that's it. A phase. His surroundings were doing this to him, and it wasn't himself... Somehow he doubted that, but it couldn't be helped.

They slowly crept deeper, and deeper yet into the zoo. After some twenty minutes, they saw her.

She was wearing a white blouse, which was stained with blood. She had a black eye, and blue jeans. Her hair was brown, and down to her upper back. Very beautiful. She didn't notice them, which was quite good...

After doing a quick peek in, it seemed there was only one man in there. He held a .38, and was walking around with nonchalance to be scorned.

War Dog #1: "Damn, you're fine... I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I had a wee bit of fun..."

He felt her leg, and then moved it up to her breast, and squeezed gently. She moaned through the duct tape across her mouth in distaste, and gave him a dirty look.

War Dog #1: "Aren't you kinky..."

Vince quickly ran up behind him, and hit him in the side of the face with the blade. Instant death on impact.

Vince: "And aren't you dead."

The girl looked at them in fear.

Hiro: "Its alright." He said this calmly, and soothingly. Just like he was trained to. He could see she was scared, and he didn't want to feed her fear. "We're here to rescue you."

Vince walked behind her, and effortlessly diced the ropes. They, of course, held her to the pole she was tied to. She grabbed the tape without hesitation, and tore it off...She looked frightened, and moreover looked like hell. Her hair was a mess, and Vince noticed that there was a rip at the knee of her jeans.

Girl: "Wh-...Who are you?"

Vince: "It doesn't matter who we are right now... What matters is getting you the fuck out of here before the dick police notice what we've been doing."

(Next- Great Escape)