Death Trap Vendetta

Chapter Forty-One

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Deal with the Devil

March 7, 2016; Monday
The Void
10:34 pm

Grunts and wails filled the small room. A chained rattled and a high-pitched laugh rose up over the noise.

"Stay still," Mr. Pink cooed, wiping the sweat on his forehead. "Stay still or you're gonna hurt yourself more."

Hindi niya napigilang matawa lalo nang halos magiba ang kama sa pagpupumilit ng kanyang munting kaibigan na makawala mula sa likidong ibinubuhos niya sa mga binti nito.

"Oh, come on. Huwag ka ngang masyadong OA," pagsita niya rito. "It's just liquid nitrogen. Hindi ba dapat familiar ka na diyan?"

His playmate wailed through the cloth shoved against their mouth. Mr. Pink could see some drops of blood from where the little shit tried to bite through the gag, only to tear their own lips. It was increasingly satisfying to watch them struggle in vain.

Sumandal siya sa kanyang kinauupuan at pinagmasdan ito habang gumagapang ang ilang maliit na ahas sa katawan nito. Sinigurado ni Mr. Pink na walang kamandag ang mga ahas ngunit hindi naman iyon kailangang malaman ng kanyang kalaro.

"It's such a shame that you're scared of my scaly little friends," Mr. Pink said, as if they were having a casual conversation. "Kasi may mga mas malaki pa silang kamag-anak na gusto kang makilala."

Lalong umigting ang impit na pagpalahaw ng kanyang munting kaibigan. Kasalanan din naman kasi nito. Bakit niya kasi isiniwalat sa maraming tao kung gaano siya katakot sa mga ahas? The temptation was too much for him, Mr. Pink just couldn't help himself. He needed to make everyone face their deepest fears.

"Ano, ayaw mo silang makilala?" tanong ni Mr. Pink. Dramatiko niyang hinawakan ang kanyang dibdib kahit alam niyang hindi siya nito nakikita dahil sa piring sa mga mata ng kanyang kalaro. "You're hurting their feelings. And when my friends' feelings get hurt, I get upset. And when I'm upset... I might just get the urge to cut off some body parts."

Napangisi siya nang bigla itong tumigil sa paggalaw at mabilis na umiling. Ah, this shit never gets old, he thought. Napakadali pa rin nilang paikutin.

"Just what on earth did that woman do to you?" sabi ng isang boses mula sa likuran niya. "Sa totoo lang, mas matagal ka pa diyan sa kanya kesa kina Apollo o Phantom."

Napalingon siya sa direksyon ng pintuan kung saan ito nagmula. Agad niyang namataan si Blade na nakasandal sa frame ng pinto, bahagyang nakasimangot habang nakatingin sa kanila.

Mr. Pink briefly wondered if how much of the killer's displeasure was due to his torture session or the fact that Blade was obviously sweating under that black mask. Mabuti na lang at wala siyang identidad na kailangan protektahan kaya hindi na siya nag-aabalang magsuot ng maskara tulad ng mga dumadayo sa The Void.

He was an open book. Some would say I wear my crazy on my sleeve, Mr. Pink thought with a grin.

Yep, he definitely wears his crazy on his sleeve based on the disgruntled look Blade was giving him.

"It's nothing personal," Mr. Pink says with a shrug. When the killer continued to look at him pointedly, he rolled his eyes. "Fine. I take special interest in her dahil kaklase siya dati ng Mommy ko."

"Dahil lang doon?" Tila hindi makapaniwalang bulalas ni Blade.

"Well, that and the fact na isa siya sa mga tumistigo sa trial na nagpadala kay Mommy sa mental hospital. Something about her connection and obsession with a certain cult," Mr. Pink adds casually. "She was right about it, of course. But that doesn't have to make me accept that she was taken from me when I needed her. At isa pa, kailan pa ulit darating ang oportunidad na 'to? Of course, I have to seize what's already within my grasp."