|Weak Hero| Weaktober 2022

Day 15: Iron

He couldn't see anything due to his blurred vision. He could smell the strong scents of booze and cigarettes, but mainly smelled blood due to the face that he had a small trickle of scarlet flowing from his nose. There was a metallic taste in his mouth too. 

He could feel the ropes that bound his wrists behind the chair was was seated in. Even if he hadn't been restrained, Kenny was sure that he didn't have enough strength to even attempt an escape.

Kenny's entire body hurt, but his left ankle felt like it was on fire. The pants leg was soaked with blood and even the slightest movement caused a surge of intense pain.

The scrape of the iron crowbar against the hard floor caused Kenny to flinch. 

"I'm quite hurt, Kenny," That horrible monster known as Changyeon Lee said. "We've been through thick and thin, remember?" He used the end of the crowbar to tilt Kenny's head upwards to face him, but Kenny's vision was still blurry. 

Kenny wished he had the strength to spit in Changyeon's face. He coughed up blood when the iron crowbar struck his stomach.

"We offered your brother a deal that he would join Manwol in exchange for your freedom," Changyeon smirked. "I just received a call from one of my scouts telling me that he went to the Yeongdeungpo Union for help. Looks like this is the end for you, Kenny,"

Kenny cried out when Changyeon swung the crowbar at his head.

"Do you know why I chose this abandoned warehouse instead of our headquarters?" Changyeon crouched down and forced Kenny to look at him. "It's because I wanted to recreate the scene from one of the comics we used to read together. Remember how Jason Todd died? Beaten to a pulp with a crowbar and left to die in an explosion,"

Changyeon stood up and grabbed a bottle from a box. "I don't have bombs like the Joker did, but I do know how to make Molotov cocktails,"

Each of the present Manwol members grabbed a bottle and lit the cloth on fire. They tossed it into the warehouse as they left, leaving Kenny to die.

The last thing Kenny heard was the haunting sounds of the clanging and scraping of the iron crowbar.