Chapter 100 - The Hunter

The world seemed to freeze in Jack's eyes.

The moments dragged on for minutes, and thoughts flew quickly and shamelessly in his head, colliding with each other and forming heaps.

- "What should I do?.." — he could not understand

Now he just wanted to grab his Five-seveN and make a neat hole in the animal's head, which has long lost its humanity.

Who could sell their own daughter to pedophiles?

What kind of animal is capable of such a vile and terrible act?

Although... is it worth calling such scum an animal?

What kind of animal is capable of such a thing?

Is there even one capable of such a disgusting thing?

No... not capable.

Only a monster can sell his daughter to pedophiles, torment her, both psychologically and physically, for the sake of revenge on her mother and another dose of drugs.

Lowering his head, Jack looked into the girl's eyes to see genuine fear... caring... kindness... love.

Love for the filthiest trash that, by some unbearably unfair mistake, is called her father.

Will the baby survive the death of this bastard?

If he saves her, what kind of life awaits her after such a childhood?

- "I am... I will find good doctors and psychologists..." — his inner voice trembled

"I'm sorry, Jackie, but it's not going to work," Gunther said calmly

- "What!?"

Mr. Mirror spread his hands — "She is a living dead person. Do you think these torments were in vain? She has sepsis. The blood poisoning has gone too far and it has been going on for too long. She has a week left."

- "How's the week!? Is there really nothing that can be done?!"

— "Of course you can..." — O'Dim tilted his head to the side, standing with his arms outstretched— "... kill her."

— "DON'T TALK NONSENSE!" — Jack shouted at him in horror and anger — "She can definitely be saved!"

"Her internal organs have already suffered a lot. She will die, in a week, from the fact that they will begin to refuse. One by one. Do you know how unbearably painful it is, man?"

Jack clenched his teeth, looking at the little girl's face filled with fear.

- "The pain is so unbearable that painkillers, in fact already drugs, do not help. Adult men and women are begging to be killed and to end their suffering. They pray until the very last saving exhalation."

Jack's face twisted into a grimace of fear and denial.

"Kill her and him. Make a point."

- "No..."

"Put her out of her misery."

- "I can't!"

— "You can, you just cling to any ray of hope, just to get away from such a responsible decision." — Gunther broke into a smile — "Even if somehow doctors manage to save her by performing many complex and extremely expensive operations in the shortest possible time, what will change? She has already gone mad and only a thin thread that leads her to her father saves her from madness."

Jack clenched his jaw so hard that his teeth gritted.

— "And even if the situation is somehow resolved with her father, then after growing up a little, she will understand everything... she will understand all the horror that happened to her..."

- "Shut up!"

"Then she will kill herself, having suffered enough."

- "Shut up! Not another word!"

"Or she'll become a drug addict, like her father, going hand in hand."

- "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

"You don't even know her. You empathize, you breed snot and for what?" — O'Dim shook his head, spreading his hands — "For the sake of the first girl he met with whom he just met? If there were feelings of compassion, anger, horror and rage, then there must be courage with determination, no? End her suffering."

Feeling the little girl still trying to push him out of the house with her weak, thin body in order to protect the monster she mistakenly calls her father, Jack felt his strength leaving his body.

It was as if the hands didn't want to follow the brain's command.

It was as if they suddenly began to weigh like an elephant.

And yet, trembling, they rose...

One palm pressed against the back of Suriya's head, the other to the left side of her neck.

— Hush, hush... it's all good... I won't touch your daddy, baby... Jack said distantly, pressing her face to his stomach

The palm on the neck, gently squeezed the carotid artery.

"...it's okay. I'll help you. Just get some sleep, you're very tired... While you're sleeping, I'll help your father... with the disease. Do you believe? When you get some rest, you'll wake up tomorrow, and Dad will be as healthy as an ox. And together... together you will already go to look for mom... you've grown up so beautiful, so Mom will be surprised...

For about a minute Jack talked to her kindly and good-naturedly, until she lost consciousness.

For a few more minutes Jack stood in place, supporting the unconscious body of the girl...

Then... for another minute he stood and held her dead body, stroking her head.

She left in her sleep.

He couldn't think of anything better.

He didn't want to shoot her.

He didn't want to see her head mangled by a bullet.

He didn't want anything at all...

Although not...

He wanted something to the point of insanity...

All this time, her daddy was standing at the very wall into which he was driven by a guy's blow.

He stood silently and looked at everything.

He was silent because, despite the relaxed pose of the guy and the kind tone, he looked at him like a soul-devouring monster from the most frightening children's fairy tales.

The eyes glowed with a terrifying honey light.

From one look, everything inside shuddered and shrank.

My legs became wadded up and I had to hold on to the bedside table with my only whole hand.

The words stopped at the level of the throat and only the mouth opened soundlessly.

His jaw was shaking as if in the cold.

His breathing was ragged and stale.

The eyelids were not noticeable at all because of the eyes that were too open.

The pupils were greatly dilated from fright and pulsed, as if also breathing.

- "That's all." — Gunther said calmly, chuckling — "And you were afraid."

With an empty head, Jack silently put the girl on the floor and moved towards the man.

— I don't feel any pain. the bastard grinned, but there was tension and fear in the grin

— I know. Jack replied calmly, in a low tone

Then he abruptly shot out with his foot, not holding back at all, breaking the drug addict's kneecap.

—Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I am! Nothing! Don't! I feel it!

— I understand.

With a bang, the second arm broke.

Another crack, the second leg broke.

—Ha-ha-ha-ha! Everything!? Blown away!? And there was so much speed, brat!

Jack silently retreated into another room.

— Cunt! Don't even have the guts to kill me, huh?! Come on! I'm not afraid of anything! Hey?!

Five minutes later, Jack returned.

— Oh! The Princess found the strength to finish what she started!

Daddy's vision was blurry, so he didn't see a small hammer and a bunch of nails in Jack's hands.

With a smooth lunge, he took off his jaw with a hammer — You talk a lot. Annoy.

Then he chose the three longest nails — You know, I actually went to look for a rope, but nails with a hammer will be even better.

Sticking a nail into his chin, Jack calculated the angle and drove the nail to the very top.

The metal easily broke through the bones and the tip of the nail came out next to the nose.

He bent this tip down with a hammer.

— Finally silence. — Jack noticed indifferently, closing his eyes — But one is not enough.

Less than a minute later, two more similar nails were driven into the chin and bent in the nose area.

There was almost no blood.

Nails clogged the wounds.

— Now you won't be able to make noise and you definitely won't be able to bite off your tongue. — Jack nodded to himself, bringing the hammer back and hitting the goat's shoulder with force and breaking the joint — Maybe you don't feel pain now, but then? Hmm, a few hours will pass, and you will be begging for death.

Jack leaned forward and looked into his eyes, looking down—The pain would be unbearable. I will break most of the bones in your body. Let's add here also the withdrawal from drugs and voila. You will regret that you were born at all.

While he was furiously and fearfully mumbling something, Jack was nailing his hands and feet to the floor - This is so that he would not escape. We don't want you to have a chance to crawl out and get help, do we? Don't mumble, I know you agree.

Putting the hammer aside, Jack began to break the bones, hitting them with all his strength with his palm — This will be better, right? We don't want to hurt you once again with rude hammer blows, do we? Better with the palm of your hand.

...

After about ten minutes, Jack got to his feet and wiped the sweat from his forehead—Not bad, right? I would have worked on you some more, but you've already shat yourself and the smell is already making me sick. What are you eating anyway? Try to diversify your diet...

With an innocent look, Jack scratched his head— Oh yes... How stupid and forgetful I am...

Instantly, his face turned cold and his frightening gaze rested on the bastard's face — It's too late for you to say that. Here I am a clumsy, right?..

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After enjoying the pleading look, Jack turned around and carefully lifted the dead body of the girl— Good luck enjoying endless days of agony until death, piece of shit.

With these words, he silently left the house with the girl in his arms.

...

Evening was approaching.

Jack spent all this time in the cemetery.

He buried Suriya next to Hiro, and spent the rest of the time getting drunk.

Due to the huge tolerance to alcohol and rapid detoxification, he had to drink three bottles of rum in a short time to feel the desired state.

Sprawling on the grass, Jack grinned — "Why would you call such bastards animals or brutes? And indeed, no animal would have acted so cruelly with its own kind and species... Truly, man is the most evil, terrible and cruel creature of the universe..."

Remembering the fate he had doomed Suriya's father to, Jack chuckled again—"Even I am proof of that."

— "There is no need to compare yourself with such idiots. You did the right thing. The punishment received should not be proportionate to the crime. It should be more insidious, terrible, cruel."

"Doesn't violence breed violence? Am I not becoming the same as them by doing this?.." — the guy's thoughts floated calmly

"Are these the thoughts of a man who is going to take revenge?" Gunther laughed, and then bowed his head, "You don't become like them. You have a reason. You did the right thing by bringing the punishment to life."

"...who am I to endure such punishments?"

Gunther smiled with hints of evil cunning and irony — "Who if not you? I'm sitting in your soul, which means you're above the rest of the reasonable. And who else cares about that?"

Jack closed his eyes wearily.

- "Violence begets violence? What nonsense." — Mr. Mirror grinned — "Impunity is what generates violence. 'Kindness' has not saved anyone yet, but evil fate... this feeling of the sword of Damocles over your head has saved countless lives from those who have no idea what decency and compassion are."

Jack exhaled wearily and got to his feet.

"Don't even think about tormenting yourself with thoughts. You did the right thing. I did what I thought was right. Step over yourself and understand – only in good fairy tales criminals are reeducated. Only in a good book will they write to smile at the offender, putting the other cheek under the blow. But the world cannot exist without evil and cruelty, to which it is possible and necessary to respond with the same cruelty and evil."

- "That's it. Shut up." — Jack grimaced, leaving the cemetery — "Stop brainwashing me."

- "As you wish."

...

Jack returned to Ishtar via the main street.

His drunken gait did not stand out from the crowd at all.

But the evening was just beginning.

— Hey old! Now we control the area! Give money for protection!

The frightened mute old man tried to somehow show with his hands what he had already paid to the last gang, but...

"Is he kidding us?"

— Give me the money, you piece of shit!

— What does he do with his hands?

— Look, he's also making a face, a clown.

— It's fun for him to go away with us.

— Yeah. Let's see if it will be so much fun with broken legs.

*shot*

The whole neighborhood froze for a moment.

The shot happened too close.

The seven bandits quickly reached for their pistols, turning in the direction of the shot.

So they saw high up the guy who was holding them at gunpoint — Stand. If you want to live, get lost and don't come back.

— Do you even know who you're pointing a gun at, huh?!

Jack calmly fired another shot at their feet—I don't like to repeat it.

— Ub-saucer!

The mute old man was very scared.

The blood drained from his face, turning pale.

He made strange movements with his hands, as if saying: 'There is no need for bloodshed.''

In spite of him, Gunther said with a grin, "Do you want to scare them off? Funny. Will you be on duty next to this old man? Or are you naive enough to think that they won't come back and give this old man a much crueler beating? Your word doesn't weigh anything in this city so that you can prevent bloodshed like this."

— Get out of here. — Jack said calmly, looking drunkenly at the faces of the gangsters — Otherwise your faces will show off on the marble monuments of the cemetery.

— Shh, you'll regret it, asshole.

— I don't think so. — Jack answered calmly and after a little thought, decided to cheat

Whoever Gunther was, he was right-they would come back.

Perhaps not only for the old man, but even for him or the girls.

So Jack gave them a chance to make a fatal mistake.

When the gangsters had already started to leave, he pretended to put the gun in the holster...

The bandits who haven't fully turned around yet have seen it.

As a result, they reached for their pistols at once with the cry — Die!

It took Jack a split second to raise the gun and fire seven consecutive shots.

*shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot* *shot*

The last victim had already managed to point a gun at him, but Jack left the trajectory of the shot.

However, there was no shot as such.

The creature died faster.

The mute old man stood frozen, pursing his lips in sorrow.

— Don't be afraid of anything. — Jack said calmly, holstering his gun — Everything you find on their bodies is yours.

He didn't want to look at the terrified grandfather, and then quickly began to leave.

But before he had gone a few meters, the guy, without turning his head, said — If anyone else shows up, will ask, tell them that they can find me in Ishtar and my name is Jack.

The old man silently watched Jack leave, and then, as if he had fallen, sat down on a chair and clutched his head, so that in seconds he would whine sadly, crying.

"That was great, Jack. But I shouldn't have given them a chance to leave. Still, you are so inexperienced and young." — Gunther wiped non—existent tears from his cheeks -"By the way... Have you decided not to walk in a straight line to Ishtar?"

Jack silently walked into a dark alley, being extremely prepared for the consequences.

- "Just a great idea! You really are 'Venus Flytrap"! No one will think that the next victim is actually a hunter! It would have been so long ago!"

"Just shut up."

- "How cold you are." — slyly squinted O'Dim