SOVEREIGN:SONS

Chapter V - Pity - Samuel "Kingston" Richter

Disgusting. The stench of death. The smell of an Erzdamonen. Disgusting. A 'face' that makes me want to puke. Gross. Kingston observed the wounded people in front of him. A boy tightly gripping an empty revolver, fear deep within him. An unconscious boy, face down to the bloodied ground. A girl, crying over someone? Who is that? Jayde!? 

He could see a familiar face, much older than when he last saw it yet still recognisable despite the time apart. Jayde Carmine. The Warden uniform. It doesn't look like it fits you yet. Kingston thought. The upstart who worked to fill the hole I left. He felt his eyes water as he watched the cold face look up at him. It felt like he had forgotten to lock his front door resulting in a murderer entering and butchering his family. He felt as if he had haphazardly thrown trash into the street causing the slaughter of many innocent. The feeling of guilt cut deep through him. They arrived too late. Too many were injured that could have easily been protected by him. He couldn't help but blame himself.
"Fear! Fear! Fear me!" Cried the creature, screaming out to its injured foes.
"Fear you? I pity you." He said, moving closer to it. "You are hideous." Kingston peered down to Jayde, who was being held by the crying girl. Jayde met his gaze and spoke in a weak voice.
"Is that you Sammy?" Kingston turned from the saddening sight, using his sleeve to wipe his tearing eyes.
"Kaiser!" Shouted Kingston to a man behind him. The man wore a uniform expected from a Lawyer, his hair was a deep, blood-red that grew and flowed wildly out in all directions. His face looked to be constantly stuck in a scowl, his eyes - despite the left being covered by an eyepatch - supported his look of annoyance. "Fix him up, use the Elixir if you must."
"Yeah, yeah!" Barked Kaiser, rushing over to Jayde, gently moving Sasha aside. "Look, help out Kingston in whatever way you can. I've got him, okay?" He tried his best to show a comforting smile, instead showing an uncomfortable, forced smile that scared Sasha. Despite this, Sasha understood his intentions and replied.
"Got ya!" She smiled through her tears, grabbing her rifle and getting back up on her feet. "I'll give you some covering fire in any downtime!"
"Thank you," Chuckled Kingston.

"Fear! Fear! Fear! Fear! Fear me! Now!" Bellowed Nashorn. "Why won't you fear me?" Kingston pointed his axe at Nashorn, the chains behind him clinking as he adjusted the knuckle duster held in his left hand. A smile spread across his face, his eyes blazed a hotter red.
"You will not use your Geburtssegen before me," Kingston commanded, closing the distance between him and Nashorn, who had backed up since his arrival. "Nor will anyone flee." A wave of oppression radiated from Kingston. Long claws, the main source of damage? Wings, agile. Its horn looks dangerous. I've got a lock on its Geburtssegen, I just hope it doesn't see the flaw of my rules. I would rather avoid finding out what it can do.
"Behind you!" Warned Sasha, firing shots behind Kingston. Shit, I got too in thought again. Kingston spun on his heel, swinging behind him with no idea where the creature was positioned. Once he had spun around, the creature was further behind him than he had guessed, causing Kingston to swing at the air. Sasha's bullets narrowly missed his body. Nashorn took the opportunity of weakness and pounced at Kingston, slashing its claws at him. Quickly, readjusting himself he guarded the attack with swift strikes back with his axe. He fished for a hit by throwing out a few extra swings to no avail. The creature created space between the two. 
"Do you fear me?" It muttered.
"No." Responded Kingston. "Stop wasting everyone's time and die." In a split second, Kingston was right up to the face of Nashorn, hacking at its chest. Cutting, ripping, destroying its flesh and breaking bones. Flesh, guts, sludge splattered the ground with each swipe. Need to get to its heart, need to stop its regeneration quickly. Nashorn wailed in pain, lifting its left hand and tightly gripping Kingston's shoulder digging its nails deep into his shoulder. In return, Kingston struck with the knuckle duster, the blades cutting into its exposed chest. With a sharp twist, it tore and shredded any organs left untouched. Retrieving his hand, run through by the razor-sharp blades, Nashorn's heart. Still beating. It still beats, blood pumped a black sludge from the orifices and with nowhere to pump to, seeped down itself. Gross. Kingston remarked to himself. Using his foot, he made room for himself forcing Nashorn's claws from his shoulder. Blood spouted from his shoulder.