Izuku was wondering which guns he was gonna use when he's gonna try to kill Shoto.
Darkness swept over the town and the Red Circle was bubbling with partygoers. Izuku stood at the opposite side of the street and watched a black car pulled up to the building but didn't take the front entrance, but a secret side one that had one bouncer stationed. Hemoved across the street slowly towards the building.
The bouncer is an old friend from when he worked for Enji. At least he wasn't in on the contract.
Izuku catches a bouncer at the Red Circle off-guard, points a gun at his head
"Hello, Reki." Izuku says to the bouncer.
"Mr. Wick." Reki remembered all the times he worked with Izuku.
"You've lost weight."
"Over sixty pounds." He was surprised he noticed.
"Yeah? Impressive."
"Are you here on business, sir?"
"Afraid so, Reki. Why don't you take the night off?"
"Thank you, sir." He was happy because he didn't want to be there when Shoto died.
Neito came out of the bathhouse, now dressed in a stark white robe that glowed with the fluorescent lights that gave the club a futuristic charm. He fumbled through his bag of toiletries while humming to himself, the sound of the door opening and closing catching his attention but saw no one when he looked up. Back to the matter at hand. Success! He found his floss and started to wiggle it between his teeth. He flashed the mirror a smile and began to wash his mouth out with tap water, unaware of the silent murder happening behind him.
Izuku quietly snuck up behind one of the unaware guard's and swiftly locked his arms around his neck in a headlock. He clapped her hand over his mouth so he wouldn't cry for help so he drove a knife right into his neck to kill and silence him for good. He disappeared into the blackness once more when Neito lifted his head, turning around just in time to see the guard's body slowly crumble to the ground, smearing blood all over the lockers behind him. Alarmed by what had just happened, he turned around to flee but was only received with a hard punch to the nose by Izuku. The force and confusion of it all knocked him to the ground.
Izuku, calm as ever with a slight smirk on his face, walked up behind Neito and kneeled down beside him. "Where's Shoto?" He said in a monotone voice that was casual and steady.
Neito spat out the blood that dripped from his nose into his mouth. "Fuck you, fucking bastard!" He made a swing at him but he moved hid head to the side and locked his arm up, slamming his head down into the counter. Neito wailed in pain as blood began to pour from the gash in his forehead.
Izuku took Neito's towel and wrapped it tightly around his neck to choke him into submission. "Where's Shoto?" he demanded.
He finally gave him and choked out his answer with blood pouring from his nose and forehead. "Bathhouse...downstairs!"
Izuku's own hands were beginning to turn white and started to shake with how much force he was using to choke Neito. "You Stole my car." He slammed the man's head against the sink. "And you killed my dog." He pushed Victor's head under the sink that was filled with water and held him there to drown.
"Fuck you," Neito uttered his last words before his neck made a loud crunching sound and he ceased to move.
Izuku stepped over his body and reached for Neito's phone that was laying on the counter. He made his way to the Bathhouse. He braced himself for a night full of fluorescent and flashing light with low and alluring music that made you want to sink into its ecstasy.
