Hunting the sinner Part III

“Bastard.”

Bang!

“Ugh!” Seb’s hands flew over his neck where blood was gushing out and smeared the documents in his hands. He could feel the heat of the bullet I shot at him so that it grazed his neck. It was only a scratch, but it could shed his bad blood out. I thought it was the best spot. I did not want him to die too fast; I just wanted him to revel in death.

Also, my hatred for him was too much to let him die in the blink of an eye.

“The only thing you’ll get from me is death, Seb.”

“Ah…argh, Sol!”

“And you need to pay for what you did. Come here, you dirty old prick!” I grabbed him by the collar. My grip tightened regardless of how much of his blood would get on my hand. Since this world forced me to be evil, I would grant its wish, and the one who deserved my worst was the one who had now slumped to the ground. I grinned. There was no gentleness or kindness left in me.

Seb had turned into a piece of trash that I must throw away into the ocean.