A Worthy Enemy (HunterxHunter)

Chapter 7: Undercover Tension

DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains violent behavior and gore that may be sensitive to some viewers. Read at your own discretion.

Corrin strutted down the hall with a hand on her hip. Her teeth grinded, her toes curled. It took every ounce of willpower not to explode in a violent massacre. To not unleash her rage that she desperately held back the past half-hour. The couple ahead, stopped in their tracks to peer at her. Well—they were hardly a couple. "Excuse me."

"Keep walking. Nothing to see here," the man spat, yanking his girl closer to him. She was tugging at his grip, attempting to scratch his fingers off but it only left red marks over her arm as he squeezed harder. The girl squirmed, turning away as the man quietly scolded her.

Corrin kept her eyes pinned to them like a sniper. They were making too much noise just outside her room, and the sounds of the woman only piqued her interest. But as she approached him, she noticed something in the girl's mouth, a small white object she kept trying to spit out that the man was forcing her to take. Corrin recognized her as the card dealer at her table with a man associated with Don.

Corrin found her rage simmering to delight as she tapped her chin, her head flooding with ideas on how to kill him. Perhaps she could try the new torture method she read in Fetian's diary. With a silent hum and a wash of disappointment, Corrin whipped out her gun then placed it back into her dress. It wasn't even a second that passed before the man fell to the floor with a thud, blood leaking from his head. No one would know when, who, or how he died, because her technique was flawless, and most importantly, silent.

The dealer blinked confused, holding her arm until she realized there was a bullet hole in his head. She backed against the wall, daring to fix her eyes to Corrin, who now stood a few feet in front of her. "He's dead," she whispered, her throat dry. "B-but how? You were the girl at the–"

"He must have given you a lot of money for you to do what he said." Corrin loomed over the girl, who pressed against the wall, sliding down into his pool of blood with shaking eyes. "You're pathetic," Corrin snarled. "There are enough foolish men in this world who take advantage of the weak. If I see that look on your face again, I'll kill you."

The dealer breathed heavily, her eyes flickering with terror before her eyelids fell and she too collapsed, knocked out. Corrin scoffed, assuming the girl ended up swallowing the pill he had her take.

Anyways, Corrin thought, making her way back to her room. I lost a precious minute. Now to finish them already. Her thumb pricked itself against her sharpened nails, just a gesture to reassure her that they could indeed, tear flesh with ease.

She opened the door to her room. Her heels tapped on the marble floors, continuing where she left off on the fourth level, away from the chiming casino. The walls hummed a soft green, emitting around the room from her Nen. No one would see, unless they used Gyo...but that was rare, because it was almost impossible to detect. Just like her bloodlust.

Her gaze finally landed on the three men before her. The idiot Tenner, Raziel, and Don. She had no idea where the clown was but no need, he wasn't that much of a hindrance. Her lips instinctively widened as she looked down on them. These miserable, worthless, excuses of a human being, squirmed on their knees with ropes bound around their wrists and legs. Only a lamp on the night stand cast shadows over their desperate faces. Sweat trickled down their wrinkled skin while their well-kept hair frizzed, sticking to their foreheads. They were growling, yelling, writhing, cursing, except for Raziel who eyed her fiercely. His humorous attitude from the poker table was completely absent.

Corrin just stood there, gawking at their disheveled state. A gun in her hand, and her other on her hip. She stared with admiration, because that look of terror only suited them. Her heart sped up, her tongue feverishly flickered in her mouth, her body heated from the insatiable, most satisfying sight. She let out a shuddering groan, holding her twitching arm. It was so...unbelievably hard...to control herself. But she kept her Nen suppressing that, suppressing every ounce of her bloodlust, in a flawless state.