6 Execution(2)

the stone walls trembled as the prison bars vibrated, creating a deafening screeching sound. "die! die! die! die! die!" seraph shouted as he clenched the guards neck with his skinny hand. his expression was filled with hatred and loathing, along with his glowing white eyes and bloodied face and teeth, he resembled a demon.

peng!

as his killing intent reached it's peak, the large metal screw attaching the chain to the wall, along with pieces of stone was pulled out."uhhgh...l...e...t..g..o...." the guard, still clinging to life, squeezed these words through his clenched throat. "what the hell?" the girl in the cell beside sreaph's suddenly opened her eyes. "what is that weird energy? and how is there so much of it?" she questioned.

"shit! it's still increasing! if whoever is releasing that isn't controlling it, then this whole place will go sky high in a few minutes! i have to get out of here!" she mumbled to herself, beads of sweat surfacing on her face. "damn that bastard! he sealed my acupoints!" the energy continued to rise, causing the dangerous looking girl to break out in cold sweat.

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the mansion.

"i..." speak up." the fatty paused. "if you save him....i will go to the business school that you wanted me to go to...." the fatty said with difficulty. " and." his father said. "and....and i will cut all ties with him..." the fatty said through gritted teeth. "and." his father asked once more. "what more do-!" the fatty angrily looked up, only to see his expressionless father looking down at him. "and...i will...i will work hard to become a person befitting of the title of young master of the rockefeller family, and your, john rockefeller's son...." under the sharp gaze of his father, the fatty's anger was easily crushed.

"very good." john rockefeller turned and began walking toward the door. " remember, friends are useles unless you can gain something from them. if you like having friends that much, then at least make some useful ones at the business school." he said. "yes..." the fatty answered softly. " and do understand, if you go back on our agreement, just remember that there is more than one was to skin a cat, or in this case, a person." without looking back, he left these chilling words. "y...es..." the fatty's eyes widened as he replied, his shoulders slouching dejectidly.

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the prison.

the stone cells were trembling, the walls now had large cracks, with pieces of the ceiling breaking off. "hurry and die! die! die!" seraph was now grabbing the guard's neck with both hands, gradually tightening them. a dense white cloud of violent energy gathered around him, causing his bloodied school shirt to be ripped off. after the shirt was gone, lines of blood began appearing on his upper body. "die!!" as if he couldn't feel himslf being cut, he just continued to squeeze the guards neck.

the guard's eyes rolled up into his head. the energy was still rising and seraph was still shouting. "fuck! fuck! fuck! i am so fucked!!" the girl was shouting as if she lost her mind. " ha...it's over." the energy was nearing it's peak, causing the girl to slump her back against the stone wall, all hope drained from her face. "uk!" as the energy was about to reach it's peak, seraph's body began to swell. his body looked like a balloon that was being inflated, causing him to release the guard.

pulse! before he could explode, he whole body pulsed like a heartbeat. the first pulse caused his expanding body to stop and gradually go back to normal, while the other two diffused the violent energy, causing him to fall on top of the guard, his eyes still rolled back and mouth now open. "huh?" after a few seconds of waiting, the girl realized that she was still alive and in one piece. peaking through one eye before opening both, she looked around confusedly.

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the mansion.

in a room brightened by a dim light bulb, john rockefeller stood before a metal dial phone. he began turning the dial, inputting the phone number. click! "to whom am i speaking?" the phone was answered with a click as a muffled voice was heard. "john rockefeller." his voice went into the phone. "ah? rockefeller? what do you want? tch, what a pain." the person's attitude changed as soon as he heard the name.

" a friend of my son was taken by the police. get them to release him." rockefeller said. "ahh? oi oi, why would i do that? it's your son's problem, you solve it." the man sneered. "you owe me. get it done before evening tomorrow." click! the call was cut with a click, rockefeller turned and left the room.

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in a messy office, a scruffy middle aged man sat, cigar in mouth. "damn that rockefeller bastard! he tells me to get his son's friend from the police but didn't even tell me the brat's name!" he got up and waked out of the office. "general!-" bring about 5 men and follow me!" a man walked up to the middle aged man but was interrupted.

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the prison.

splash!

the sound of water being thrown was heard. "hughhhh!" having water thrown in his face, seraph woke up gasping for air. "whe-where..am i..." he couldn't talk properly as his throat was dry. looking around, he found himself in a metal cage with bars as thick as an adult's wrists. "huh..." looking around, he caught sight of guards armed with mannlicher pistols. sitting inside the small cage, seraph's heart rate rose. "wha-" lift the cage!" he was interrupted by a deep shout. looking up in that direction, he saw the warden.

" i told you that you would be executed regardless, but is seems you didn't heed my warning." he looked down at seraph coldly. "take him to the folding square!" the warden shouted. "wa-wait! i really didn't kill them! i didn't kill anyone! you can't execute me!!" while being lifted away in the cage, seraph reached out in the wardens direction. after a few minute, they arrived in a square large square, bathed in the light of the midnight moon.

"put him on the table!" in the middle of the square was a large metal table like structure. it had two legs in the middle connecting it to the metal box under it, sticking out from which was a large crank. "no! let me go! i didn't kill anyone! sto-ugh!" seraph was flailing about, trying to escape the two guards grasp as they dragged him over to the weird looking table. "noo!! i did-" you keep saying that you didn't kill anyone. don't you remember almost choking one of my guards until he passed out?" the warden interrupted him.

"i didn"t kill anybody!" seraph shouted. "but how can you be so sure? we found your hand prints around the guards neck, while your cell was in shambles. how can you be sure that you didn't kill anyone when you don't even remember almost strangling one of my guards!?" the warden shouted. clank! after he was strapped onto the metal table on his stomach, a metal bar was placed down on his lower back and locked on. "i didn't....i really...didn't..." seraph said. "you don't even believe yourself." the warden said, sighing slightly.

"begin the execution!" looking at the now silent seraph, the warden ordered. two muscular guards walked up to the large crank and began turning it. the two ends of the table began rising up. "the two sides of this folding table will keep rising until they and the two halves of your body touch, breaking your back. this will be excruciating, so prepare yourself." the warden said, a vicious gleam flashing in his eyes before quickly dissapearing.

creak!

the folding table mad creaking noises the further it got. seraph gritted his teeth' but decided that he wold not scream no matter how painful it got. a while ago, he realised that the guards expressions weren't those of anger, but satisfaction. a weird satisfaction they got from killing people, regardless of whether or not they committed the crime. he decided that he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing his screams.

"my my, what have we here. executing people without permission. you really do never change." suddenly, a gruff voice was heard after light laughter, causing all the people present to turn their heads. "you....what are you doing here?" the warden looked at the general, a calm look on the outside, but on the inside his face was distorting with hatred. "what business does the mighty dragon general have with a lowly prison warden like me?" the warden asked, the sarcasm in his voice clear.

"oh, nothin much. just hand over the brat you have strapped to that contraption over there." the general pointed at seraph. "what? he is a murderer! murderers need to be executed to keep the pe-" alright, alright, alright. spare me your 'man of the people' bullshit. either you hand over the kid, or i will fill you with fucking holes! now, i will ask you as civil as possible, which will it be?" the general cut him off.

"you!" the warden shouted, bearing his true face. "MEN!" Yes, General!" IF YOU GET SCARED BY HIS FACE, I WILL NOT PUNISH YOU FOR ACCIDENTALLY OPENING FIRE!!" the geneal shouted. "thank you for your great understanding general!" the 5 men wearing military uniforms clutched their thompsons, ready and waiting to fire. "you.... RELEASE THE BOY!" the warden shouted. two prison guards unlocked the straps and picked seraph up from the table before dragging him towards the general, dropping him to the ground.

"can you walk, brat?" the general asked. "no." seraph replied, sounding surprisingly calm. "one of you come and carry the kid!" one of the men walked out and picked seraph up before throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "alright men, we're leaving! a good day to you 'warden'." as the general said this he walked back the same way he came, two of his men guarding his back while he left.