Losing Control #38

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'Out of all the fucking cliches, it just had to be a buff Russian guy speaking broken English?!' I groaned inwardly, watching as the man raised his gun arm and leveled it at me.

I rolled to the side, picked up a sheet of metal lying on the ground, and ducked behind it to shield myself from the bullets as the man began firing. My bulletproof trench coat would have protected me, but I didn't know if that would make me fail the bonus objective.

"Harley! Who the fuck is this guy?!" I exclaimed as I turned to the crazy blonde who had already moved behind cover, having already gotten up and prepared for action.

"A Russian mercenary called Tittybeast or something," Harley replied as she peeked and started firing her guns at the muscular man, and I frowned as I raised my head from behind the metal sheet and saw the bullets bounce off his body without leaving a scratch.

"Tittybeast? That's a stupid fucking name!" I exclaimed, snorting despite myself, my eyes widening as I watched the man's prosthetic gun arm shift, revealing a hidden compartment that released three small missiles flying towards me.

I immediately raised the metal sheet and threw it at the rockets, causing two of them to explode, but I missed the other and had to run for cover at my fastest speed.

I lunged and hid behind a container, watching with wide eyes as the missile hit the spot where I was standing, creating a small crater.

"Foolish woman and boy. My name KGbeast!" the mercenary roared, sounding offended at how we butchered his name. "Black Mask is sending me to be killing you," he added, leveling his gun at me as he began approaching me while firing.

"Not much trouble being to kill woman and amateur," he concluded and began releasing more missiles in my direction. I immediately unleashed my steel wire and swung away, barely avoiding the shock wave that decimated the metal container.

'I need to close the distance... those missiles are bad news...' I thought as I swung to another cover, watching as Harley kept firing to no avail, the bullets bouncing right off the muscular mercenary.

'If I keep going like this, he'll hit me with those missiles sooner or later...' I gritted my teeth, trying to come up with a solution. I could close the distance if I just charged him, but I'll probably get shot, which means I'll fail the bonus objective, and I really wanted to finish this quest perfectly.

My eyes turned to my steel wire, and I suddenly had a crazy idea as I went over my perks and skills.

'Fuck it... it either works, or I fail the bonus objective...' I mused as I activated my 100% muscle usage and burst out of the cover, charging at the Russian mercenary.

"Foolish amateur, be coming out for KGbeast to be killing you?" The mercenary mocked me as he leveled his prosthetic arm at me and started firing. I felt my brain going into overdrive as I turned my metal wire into a blade and calculated the bullet's trajectory.

Tilting my head to the side, I dodged the first bullet as I leaped towards a container, using it as leverage to jump even higher. I spun myself in the air, dodging several more projectiles, but no matter how much I maneuvered myself in the air, the mercenary would be able to predict my landing spot.

And that's where my metal wire came in, as I shot it toward the ground and used it as leverage to perform another flip and land behind cover where the mercenary wouldn't have a clear shot at me.

It goes without saying that I wouldn't have managed to perform that kind of stunt if I didn't have superhuman strength, since pushing yourself off a thin metal wire requires a tremendous amount of muscle strength.

Still, I didn't linger behind the cover as the mercenary started slinging missiles at me again, forcing me to resume my charge. And Harley was finally making herself useful as she managed to sneak behind the mercenary and smashed her baseball club into the back of his knee.

The mercenary only momentarily staggered and quickly turned to Harley, kicking her away before turning back to me, but this momentary distraction was enough for me to close the distance.

I unleashed my steel wire, sticking it into the prosthetic gun's barrel, causing it to jam, as I gripped it and started channeling electricity through it towards the mercenary brute.

The mercenary grunted in pain and momentarily froze as the electricity coursed through his body. But he recovered quickly and reached towards the wire, yanking it away from the prosthetic gun.

He quickly let go of the wire and turned to me, but I was already within swinging distance, my fist already on a collision course with his abdomen. The mercenary couldn't react in time, and the punch connected, sending him flying back.

The Russian crashed into a container behind him, the force of the impact distorting the metal walls. He wasn't down for the count, as he quickly shook his head and tried to get up, but I didn't let up and charged him with a shoulder tackle.

The force of the impact proved too much for the flimsy container, and its already distorted exterior gave in, creating a hole through which I drove the mercenary through, pinning him against the container's interior wall.

I began raining punches on the Russian's stomach, gritting my teeth as he did the same, repeatedly bringing his closed fist and metallic gun at my back with enough force to make me stagger.

I raised my head and head-butted the mercenary, burying his head into the metal container wall as I caught his prosthetic gun arm when he tried to shoot me with it.

I tightly gripped it, taking a step back as I began kicking at his abdomen repeatedly while yanking at the prosthetic gun arm until I ripped it off, unphased by the splash of blood and his cry of agony.

Continuously kicking the mercenary, I didn't stop my assault until the force of my kicks opened another hole in the container, through which I sent him flying right through it.

I gave the prosthetic limb one glance before storing it in my inventory and charging toward the Russian, straddling him before he got up as I began punching at his face.

He tried to retaliate but I pushed his hand to the ground and kept it pinned there with my knees before resuming my assault on the Russian's face. He raised his head, grunting in pain as the dark red lens on his missing eyes glinted, and shot a laser at my face.

Luckily the laser took some time to charge and I managed to dodge it by tilting my head. However, the Russian took advantage of my distraction and freed his hand from under my knees, retrieving a knife from his waist.

He tried to plunge the knife into my side, but my bulletproof trench coat managed to stop it, and I retaliated with a continuous rain of punches.

I don't know what came over me, but I only snapped out of it when a splash of blood broke through my mask and hit me in the eye, causing me to stop and look at the mercenary.

I froze at the sight of the mercenary's face.

His mask was in tatters, revealing a bloodied face, swollen beyond recognition, with more than half of his teeth missing and his nose resembling a red paste more than anything else.

'Shit...' I felt the urge to vomit, but I pushed it down as I hastily got off the mercenary and backed away in a panic. My eyes unconsciously turned to my hands, my bloodied hands, and I felt my heart clench in anxiety.

'I... I did that...' My gaze alternated between my hands and the bloodied, unmoving mercenary, and the realization finally hit me; I had just beat someone to death.

I just took a life in such a gruesome way, but why am I not feeling anything? Why am I only thinking about ways to dispose of the body and hide evidence of my involvement? Why am I only concerned with getting away with it instead of feeling guilty?

I knew I'd have to kill someday and prepared myself for it despite not knowing what to expect. I assumed I might panic and flee the area after seeing what I did or that I might collapse on the ground, a crushing feeling of guilt bringing me to my knees.

But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I might react so calmly to murdering someone.

And just as I was about ready to freak out, about not fracking out I was interrupted.

"First time?" I heard a cheerful voice coming from behind and acted on instinct, whipping at the speaker with my steel wire as I turned around in a hurry. "Watch it, Mistah," Harley said, having ducked to dodge my attack with a scowl on her face, causing me to sigh, the tension leaving my body as I retracted my steel wire.

"Ya okay there?" Harley asked as she slowly approached me, her gaze alternating between my bloodied hands and the equally bloodied, unmoving mercenary lying on the ground.

"I'm fine. I just lost control for a second," I blankly replied, shaking my head as I took one last look at the mercenary and turned away with a sigh.

"Sure ya are," Harley replied, rolling her eyes at me, clearly not buying it, but she quickly dropped the subject. "It's been nice workin' with ya, buddy, but I gotta go look for my babies now," she added as she turned around and walked away.

"You do that."

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