Proxy Wars

CH. 1

Chapter One: Masky.

The rain poured harshly against the pavement. The clouds were all dark and gloomy, the slight fog that aroused from the streets blocked most of the things in the distance. The street lights didn't help to see the scene that was unfolding a few feet ahead. In the distance a blood-curdling scream could be heard.

"Really, you really have the nerve to try and scream for help?" The masked male asked tauntingly, his eyes gleaming at the fear the younger male displayed. The younger male couldn't see his attacker's face, he was wearing what seemed to be a mask, a feminine one. The chills the boy got when the man spoke was astounding, he felt like he couldn't breathe, that he couldn't move, he felt helpless.

"No hard feelings, yeah?" He asked in a more sweet tone, the grin under his mask widened. The boy under him had dirt covered all over his chin, hands, and elbows. His sweat ran down his face so much that he smelled somewhat like manure.

"I.. I don't understand!.. What in the hell do you want from me?!" He screamed out again, his tears threatening to leak out from his already widened eyes. His bottom lip quivered and his breathing got even heavier. He honestly didn't know what the male above him wanted. But whatever it was, it gave him a really bad feeling.

The masked male quirked his eyebrows, his grin disappeared. Instead, he grits his teeth and clenches his left fist. His eyes burning a blood lust filled stare at the boy under him.
"You mean to tell me that you don't know who (Y/N) is?"

The boy's eyes had practically bulged out of his sockets at the question, he quickly wiped his reaction off his face and shook his head. He shakily took a breath and quickly responded no to the question. "You fucking LIAR." He turned to look over his shoulder and gestured for an item. "Hand me the machete, Brian."

His head whirled to look up in horror, he whimpered and begged to be let free. He was about to get up and make a run for it when he realized the male with goggles had playfully swung his two hatchets. He simply just hung his head low and waited for what felt like forever.

"So are you gonna tell me where I can find her or not?" He asked through his teeth once again. The boy did not budge, he licked his lips, looked up and rasped, "Fuck you."
"Hmph, okay, you made your choice... You asked for this." He said. He then pointed at the boy and snapped his fingers. The goggled male proceeded to hold the boy down, his knees crushing the boy's legs and his hands holding the boy's wrists down ahead of him.

The feeling of dread hit him, the lump in his throat became far too big to swallow. "W-what're you doing?!" He exclaimed, his breathing getting heavier and quicker by the second. The masked male crouched down, his brown eyes glaring at the one beneath him. "You'll see, and remember this. I'll make sure you do."

He spread the boy's fingers apart and raised the machete over his head and slammed it down. The boy screamed in agony, his eyes pouring tears as he stared at his thumb rolling toward his face. His mouth was gaped open, hyperventilating at his hand containing just four fingers left.

"Still not talking?" The machete wielding male asked, frowning at the boy. The boy shook his head again, he just wanted to protect his friend. "Fine." The male raised the machete again and struck it down. The boy screamed again, groaning at the pain.

"Tim, it wasn't hard enough." The male with the frowny face stated, his eyes peeking at the index finger just being flimsy and hanging by just a piece of skin.