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17: And So It Was

(TW: VIOLENCE, DEATH & MURDER)

Scott's POV

My heart was pounding out of my fucking chest staring at his body mangled on the ground. My vision was pure red, I was blind with rage. I don't know how I didn't immediately clobber this putrid motherfucker. I think Winnie's presence was enough to keep me from exploding.

But from a side glance, she was shaking with rage too, her eyes were so narrowed on the "site manager" it looked like daggers were about to fly. I wonder if she could tell who it was.

The man started clapping all of a sudden with a nasty laugh.

He put his gun away.

Fucking finally.

I was breathing so hard, I couldn't stop the adrenaline from pumping straight into my senses. I wasn't going to wait for another chance to beat this fucker down. I had some fucking plans for him. He thought it was funny to laugh and mock us.

After killing one of my best friends.

I was kind enough to even let him live right now.

We needed his information, so we needed to take him and interrogate him. He's the only piece of solid proof to Grimm's plans so far, we couldn't just kill him... yet.

I kinda wanted to have some fun with this fucker.

"I can tell who's 'gift' this one is supposed to be," he cooed, while smiling at me. He folded his arms across his chest and shrugged. "He wasn't easy to take down, I can say that much."

I was already cracking my knuckles as I stomped my way over to him, watching his expression change from unapologetic to nervous in a matter of seconds. I didn't even have a single thought going through my head, all I wanted was to hurt this guy. Very, very badly.

He fucking killed Pouya, he fucking killed my best friend.

He killed my friend, he killed my friend, HE KILLED MY FRIEND.

"I CAN'T WAIT TO GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT," I screamed before I sent a right hook to his jaw, taking him down instantly. He was writhing away, his eyes glossed with terror. This is what he fucking deserved.

He was getting to experience every bit of my rage.

"All teams move in, we need backup," I heard Winnie say into her walkie, finally getting a chance to reach out for some help. We definitely needed some man power to keep this guy contained after I beat him near death.

I was having way too much fun, taking all of my pain and anger out on this bastard, sending blow after blow into his putrid face. I didn't even care. Even though he didn't say much, it was enough to gather that he enjoyed killing Kevin, the way he talked about him...

"Scott."

It tore me apart, seeing one of my best friends dead and gone right before my very eyes. Completely fucking naked, exposing him in every way that was disrespectful; exposing all of his wounds, all his swollen limbs discolored and disfigured. It was obvious that he was tortured.

"Scott!"

Blood was splattering everywhere as I continued to wail on his ugly fucking mug, but with every clash of my knuckles on his face made me feel only slightly relieved. I wanted to fucking give him a taste of his own medicine, make him suffer like he made my friend, but worse.

I can't wait to do this to Grimm.

I should've the first time he fucked with me.

"SCOTT!" Winnie finally pulled me off of the guy, my whole entire front side splattered with blood. My hands and brain were numb from the mindless beating, my knuckles-I couldn't see but could feel- that they were bleeding as well.