7 Revenge and New Beginnings

Standing atop an abandoned warehouse, a cloaked figure stood under the shade of the night. Watching several men in black bulletproof jackets walk around the area, he saw each of them carrying scary looking guns. They all had a dog tattoo printed on the back of their necks showing that they belonged to the same group.

They were the Wild Dogs mercenary group. After murdering his family and burning down his home Aiden went on a crusade killing any and every hero and villain that dared cross his path. Most of them were either foot soldiers or un-involved with the death of his family. After 2 weeks of his rampage he finally found the location of the Wild Dogs's safe house. And in his wake he had removed 40% of the city's heroes and villains.

Smiling at the fact that he had finally found the ones responsible for taking away another family, he couldn't help but feel restless. Constructing two knives, he dropped down from the rooftop and silently shifted behind two patrolling guards. Stabbing them in the neck, he didn't wait for their bodies to hit the floor before shifting to another area and repeating his actions over and over again.

With every shift he executed, a life was lost. The mercenaries didn't know what hit them as they lay in pools of their own blood with the light escaping from their eyes. A thick stench of blood permeated the air as Aiden stepped over the corpses of his fallen enemies.

"This isn't right." He whispered. For all that they had taken away from him, their deaths were too quick, too painless! They needed to suffer! Suffer like he was suffering right now!

No longer displaying his pride as an assassin, he remember a sentence that Mike once said to him.

"Sometimes beating your into the ground can be more humiliating than dying at your hand."

Constructing his twin knives, he slashed through the door that led where the rest of the mercenaries were gathered.

Seeing an intruder enter their base, the Wild Dogs didn't hesitate to shoot first and ask questions later. To them, anybody capable of getting past their patrols was a S-class threat. And threats to their group wasn't allowed.

*BANG*

Aiden's eyes glowed a bright purple as he tightened up the muscles in his legs and launched himself at the group. Astral shifting through the bullets, he easily covered the distance between them. Shifting around the battlefield like a fish in water, he appeared in front of one of the mercenaries. With his astral knife in his hand, he slashed it across the man's eyes and watched as the blade cut through the mercenary's eyeballs and blinded him.

"ARGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" The man screamed grabbing onto his face.

As soon as his blood splattered onto the ground, Aiden shifted once again and landed on top of another mercenary. Seeing that the cloaked figure had appeared again, the other mercenaries snapped out of their stupor over the blinding of their comrade and fired at the cloaked man.

Hopping over his head, Aiden used the man's body as a meat shield and watched the bullets rip him apart. Shifting again he appeared at the side of another enemy and with the flick of his wrist his knife separated the man's arms from his torso.

"ARGGHHHH!!!"

The next mercenary had the tendons in their legs cut removing the possibility for them to ever walk again.

For the rest of the night, unholy shrieks permeated the sky.

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After maiming the rest of the mercenaries, Aiden found himself covered in their blood as they all lay on the ground whimpering. Many of them had lost their limbs and had their tongues cut out. This was Aiden's ultimate disrespect to them. Unworthy to die under the blade of his knife. he left them there to suffer knowing that they no longer had a future. He even went so far as to make sure that they wouldn't be able to produce any heirs. They were nothing more than cripples and they would live the rest of their lives trapped in their broken bodies.

"911, I'd like to report an emergency."

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"Jesus Christ, what happened here?" A detective asked looking at the bodies outside the warehouse.

Before he could receive an answer he saw the military grade guns strapped to their bodies.

'Well, well, well, looks life you guys aren't so innocent after all."

"So who are they?" He turned to his partner who had arrived earlier.

"Mercenaries. A large group of them at that."

"No kidding, the body count is high as hell." The detective nodded.

"That's not what I meant." His partner said.

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me."

Taking the detective towards the warehouse, the first thing he noticed was the bloodstains that painted the walls. Walking into the large area he was surprised to see the amount of sever'd limbs lying around.

"What the f*ck!" He could of sworn he just saw a tongue.

"It seems our perp had a vendetta against these guys." His partner chimed in.

"Killing them and then removing the limbs off their corpses, how sick."

Shaking his head, his partner handed him a new cigarette for the one that just fell out of his mouth.

"He didn't kill them, he maimed them, took away their sight and their ability to communicate. With the state he left them in they may as well be dead."

"*Sigh* I hate dealing with psychopaths."

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'Is this the way?'

With a backpack strapped onto his back, a tan skinned teen with purple tips at the end of his hair arrived in a nice looking neighborhood. He seemed to blend into the background as most people seemed to ignore his presence.

Looking down at the paper in his hand, he looked back up at the house in front of him. It wasn't anything fancy, if he had to describe it he'd say it looked a bit run down. It definitely needed a paint job and a bit of renovation.

He was about to leave until he saw a short old woman wave to him from across the road. With no other lead, he decided to ask for directions.

Putting on his most polite face, he greeted the woman with a quick bow."Sorry to disturb you ma'am, but I was wondering if a woman named Mirko lived around here?"

"Mirko?" The old woman looked confused.

"She's one of the top ten heroes in Japan. I heard she lived around here." He scratched his neck nervously hoping he had gotten the right place.

"Oh. You must be talking about Rumi-chan."

"Rumi-Chan?"

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