Demon, Part 2
"NO!" Mikey cries.
Daniel gasps.
Nick's eyes widen and blood begins trickling out of the corner of his mouth, looking down at the blood-stained katana piercing his chest, then back up to Luis.
The shock of stabbing Nick reawakens my senses as I revert out of my Blue Demon mode.
Not knowing what to do, I rip my katana out of Nick's chest, causing even more blood to flood out of his stab wound.
"Good…Luis, you've turned…" Nick grunts with a weak smile as he collapses to the ground.
"You've lucked out, Luis Tramonana," Ace grunts as he scoops up the injured bodies of King and Queen. "Well let you get away for now," Ace says as he flees the hideout. But I ignore Ace's words.
What have I done.
What the fuck have I done?!
"N-Nick?!" I stammer as I kneel down besides Nick, cradling his body. "Nick…?" I ask again.
"I…saved your life…right?" Nick weakly asks with a pained smirk.
"Yeah," I answer as tears begin flooding from my eyes. "You did, you've saved me."
"That's…good…" Nick weakly answers as he slowly closes his eyes. "I'm glad. Now…you don't have to turn out like Violet, or like me."
Nick?" I ask, as his limp body slumps out of my hands.
"Nick?!" I ask again, louder this time.
"Live…Luis…" Nick croaks out, his breathing growing ragged.
And then…Nick's breathing stops all together.
Nick. A year and a half ago now, he saved my life and the life of my family from a rampaging demon. He recruited me into becoming a Pro Slayer, even when I didn't want to. I've fought against Nick, and side by side with Nick. He supported me when no one else would, looked after me, and protected me. All in order to break the cycle of pain, so that I wouldn't turn out like him, or even worse…Violet. Like a true, caring father.
Like my dad.
Tears begin flooding out of my eyes, so many tears. I didn't know it was even possible to cry this much, even when Robby died, even when my biological dad left.
"NIIIIIIIICCKK!!!!"
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Mikey roars as he rushes over to me grabbing me by the hoodie collar, hosting me to my feet. I knock Mikey's hands off of me then drop to the ground on my knees, allowing my katana to slip out of my hands. No…I let go of it purposely.
I don't know what else to say, only the truth.
I peer down at my trembling hands. They're stained with blood. Nick's blood.
He died protecting me, not just from my enemies, but from myself.
"I killed Nick," I sob. "I KILLED NICK!"
Mikey's breathing grows fast and ragged, so much so, that it sounds as if he's about to suffocate.
Mikey doesn't say anything. His eyes gloss over as he grabs me by my hood again, dragging me out of the Cards of the King's hideout, and into the pouring rain. Mikey tosses me a couple of feet away. I land in the mud. My body is limp like a ragdoll. Mikey then walks over to me and kneels on my chest, keeping me pinned down. Mikey grabs me by the shirt collar again and hoists me up, slugging me in the face. Blood explodes from my nose as my head slams into the muddy ground. Mikey grabs my shirt collar and repeats that again. And then again and again.
Mikey then reaches into his holsters and draws one of his pistols, and aims its barrel at my forehead. I peer up at Mikey, who has tears at the edges of his eyes as his hands tremble, struggling to aim his pistol at me. Mikey's breathing is still ragged, and his teeth are chattering. In order to help Mikey's aim, I pick myself up, placing my forehead to Mikey's pistol, and staring into his eyes.
"R-remember our d-deal, d-demon?!" Mikey stammers.
"Just kill me already," I sob.
Mikey continues trembling as he stares me in the eyes. I close my eyes, waiting for Mikey to pull the trigger. Instead, when I open my eyes again, I watch Mikey toss his pistol away with all of his might, which lands into the mud dozens of feet away.
"FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!" Mikey cries as he drops to the ground besides me in the mud, curling up into a ball.
"I PROMISED I'D KILL YOU, WHY CAN'T I DO IT?!" He screams.
"Nick…died so that I can live…he died so that you don't have to kill me, like he did Violet," I sob. "He died for us."
Mikey screams again. He screams and he screams and he screams. He screams until he goes coarse.
As for me, I lay in the mud beside Mikey, not moving, just staring up at the rain. I feel numb.
He was like a father for the both of us.
And I killed him.
After I reverted out of my Blue Demon mode after killing Nick, like with Daniel, a white streak was left in the middle of my hair. But now…the entire right side of my hair remained snow white.
Slayer Hachi…has died.
***
By now, you all know the story of Michael Hakan, you know how it goes. But well …now it's just time to see that story unfold…
It was just an average day for young Mikey. At least…the day started off average. Mikey hurrying home from school, excited for, oh…I don't know, whatever kids do after school, excited to just be home.
But when Mikey opened the door and headed inside of his house; rather than being met by the loving, caring faces of his parents, instead, what young Mikey saw was a gruesome sight…
Mikey saw the mangled, ripped apart corpses of his parents, lying on the ground in pools of their own blood and the blood of their spouse. Their eyes are wide and their mouths ajar, as if they had died in shock on agony, rather than swiftly and painlessly, like most hope to die.
Standing above Mikey's parents, is a woman wearing a leather jacket. At least… Mikey thought that this humanoid figure was a woman, but the scales, horns, and tail of the figure suggest otherwise.
Mikey's parents had been attacked by a demon.
And not a single Pro Slayer had come to help.
Everything about this demon was red, everything. Everything from her striking, curly red hair, the hot-red leather jacket in which she donned, the matching hot-red motorcycle parked out front, in which the demon had drone to get here, the blazing red scales covering the demon's entire body, and finally…
The sweet, sticky, yet still warm bright red blood dripping down the demon's claws…
The fresh blood of Mikey's parents.
Everything about this demon was read.
Sensing Mikey's presence -without turning around and allowing Mikey to get a good look at their face, only their striking red hair- the demon flees, without a word or an explanation.
Upon witnessing the brutal, tragic sight, Mikey does what any sane person would do in this situation, especially a child; he collapses to the floor and screams in agony, screaming his lungs out, and screaming more than Mikey has ever screamed before.
Mikey is too busy screaming that he doesn't notice the pitch black, red-streaked flames that engulf his entire body, despite not burning Mikey. But the flames then fizzled out mere seconds after, extinguishing almost as fast as they had come.
The flames of Mikey's anger.
The black Flames of Destruction.
That's when Mikey peered down and noticed the gift that the demon had left him; a pair of dual fire-spewing, flaming bullet-shooting pistols with white barrels detailed with flame decals.
A few hours later, Pro Slayers came to clean up the mess that they couldn't prevent. Not that any Slayer had a chance in Hell of stopping his demon anyway.
It was that day, when Mikey realized three things about himself;
One, that he despises Pro Slayers.
Two, that he will rid the world of every demon.
And three…
That Mikey will kill the demon that killed his parents, with his own two hands.
***
Knock knock knock.
"Luis!"
Knock knock knock.
"Luis…?"
I haven't left my room in days. I couldn't. How could I face the people on the outside after what I've done? I…I killed Nick…
How can I face them after what I've done?
Knock knock knock.
The knocking persists.
"Luis…?"
I can hardly recognize the voice. I think…it's Ella…? The voice is a little different than the voice that I was hearing the past few days, as my mom desperately knocked on my door to get me to leave my room. But I can't.
What if I hurt someone else?
"Luis, Nick's funeral is in a few hours…" Ella pleads. "You're going to miss it!"
I don't reply. I have nothing to say to Ella. Especially not her.
"Luis, I'm coming in!" Ella then continues, and I hear the familiar sound of the rattling of my obviously locked door knob, which Ella fails to twist in order to gain entry into my room.