Chapter three

"I heard gunshots upstairs, what should we do?"

"Send a team to investigate, they can't be far"

"Hmm" I wonder, cleaning my blade with my pants as my latest victim's radio crackles to life. "I should deal with that team soon" I muse as I heft my M4, blood and brain matter dripping from its stock. I clip the radio to my pants and carry on, hugging to the wall as the sounds of chattering stops me in my track. By the footsteps, there are at least five of em about to turn this corner. The silence is deafening as I ready myself for the slaughter to happen until

CHIME!

My phone vibrates to the tell-tale sound of someone messaging me. I let my carbine drop as I fish out my phone, wondering who texted me. "So impatient, it's only been like a few hours" I murmur as I see text.

"Status?"-Annabelle.

"...Was that your phone Abel?"

"Nope wasn't mine, how about you jack?"

"Nah mines dead"

"Oi! We have men dead, focus god damn it."

"Welp, that helps'' I murmur as I put my phone away and turn the corner shoving the barrel of my rifle into the chest of Abel? And letting a burst of 5.56 into him, confusion of who's phone chimed still evident on his dying face. I kick his body into Jack I think?'s body, causing him to stumble as I whip my gun to the right, putting bullets into the third unnamed slaver. With the hallways being so tight only three of them could stand side by side. Using this to my advantage I mentally command Dizzy to wrench Abel's body and fling it backward, using the window to push in and rifle butt the fourth slaver, shooting his comrade point-blank as he hits the ground with a bloody nose. I plant my foot into his clenched face, forcing him to the floor as I dump the remaining bullets into his body. I reload before sending Annabelle a pic of the carnage with the caption "Having a swell time! Gimme an hour or two" With the hallway clear I push onwards, my steps echoing on the empty staircase. With one hand on my rifle, I push the staircase door open, looking back and forth, and only when I see no one I push on, the gym doors appearing behind me.

"Teams 4 and 5 aren't responding! What should we do?"

"Shit how many are there?!"

I stifle a chuckle at their confused shouts and anger at their dead comrades as I study the gymnasium, counting at least ten guards among the cages of slaves, destined to a life of trauma

and sadness. Memoires I want dead force their way upwards, Hatred and pure hysteria urging me to massacre all the guards present. Distim squirms in pleasure at this, forcing those dark memories, even more, eight black tentacles protruding from my back, full of eyes of different colors.

"Ohoho" Lu lu remarks, puffing smoke from a cigar.

Distim tears the gymnasium doors from their hinges, causing a scene like usual. I eat the distance between me and the first slaver like a starved cannibal, jamming my rifle INTO HIS CHEST, FIRING THROUGH THE HOLE WITH GLEE. In seconds the gun signifies it's finished with a click and I throw him and my gun away in disgust. Distim doesn't stand idle either, the eight tentacles opening the cages and letting the slaves free, directing them to a corner. I turn my head to another slaver, watching the tentacles in horror, the tentacles looking back, an unexplainable emotion reflecting in their demonic irises.

He doesn't even look down at the piece of metal lodged in his gut, before falling to his knees, another tentacle brutally tearing his head off. I stroll towards another specimen, one shooting the tentacles with reckless abandon, faltering when his rifle goes empty and Distim showing no signs of injury. Distim picks him up and throwing him into a wall in relation, squirming in glee as the body goes SPALT. The other sinners die slowly and painfully,

Just how I like it.

A wisp of air behind me is the only signal for me to duck as I roll to my left, the place where I was now a crater. I barely have time to recover as I barely avoid the swing of my attacker's hammer, grabbing my two pistols and firing in response to no avail.

"Teleporter" Lu lu and I say together as Distim blocks the hammer swing aimed for my head as I get a view of the hammer-wielding foe above me.

"YOU KILLED THEM ALL!" He shouts, echoing across the gym and halls. "I DID! AND I FUCKING ENJOYED IT!" I shout back, my eyes poisoned by the pure hate in my veins. I jump upwards, dodging the superpowered next swipe and firing below at me. A scream of pain pleasures my ears as I gracefully land on the ground, happy to finally have a good fight. "You hated them, didn't you!" I sneer as I backflip over the next smash, Distrim reloading my pistols for me like the polite demon of hatred he is. "No" My attacker responds, his voice turning soft.

"Lügner!" Lügenbrecher giggles, drooping the cigar. "Lügenbrecher, make him kneel before me" I command

"Lügner müssen bestraft werden" *Lügenbrecher replies, and with a wave of his cartoony fingers, my attacker kneels before me, surprise swimming in his eyes. I caress his tear-brimmed eyes, "I wonder what your story was" I whisper as I put my pistol to his head, my finger on the trigger.

"Ruhe gut" I send him off to whatever's beyond our miserable lives.

BANG