Feitan x Reader; Tangled in a Web of Spiders

Trapped by the Hunters Part 4

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He watched you and Phinks disappear through the door with a sense of relief. You were safe now, he knew Phinks would make sure of that, and that meant that Feitan was free to take care of everything here without anything holding him back.

Refusing to limp, or show any other sign of pain in front of those two he gritted his teeth and very slowly walked to the table and the assorted tools and devices there. The whip was tempting, as was the hammer, but he knew he wouldn't be able to swing either one without risking his broken ribs damaging his lungs even more. Finally, he settled for the pliers and just as slowly as before, he walked back to the chair.

'If you want talk, now is chance. Or we do it for, what you say before? For revenge and entertainment?'

They both stared at him and the pliers in his uninjured hand with wide frightened eyes, still confused as to how the tables had turned so completely. Remembering an old game from Meteor City Feitan moved the pliers between them, tapping their cheeks with it as he recited,

'Eeny meeny miny moe, catch tiger by a toe.'

In the end, he didn't have quite as much time with them, especially that bastard Marti, as he would have liked before both doors opened and a big group of black-clad men swarmed into the room. He took a step back to admire his work. Next to Marti's feet, there was a small pile of teeth and nails. Feitan had spent most of the time with him, letting him know exactly what he thought about people threatening you. Deb's fingertips were red from blood, not nail-polish, the bright red pointy nails now scattered across the floor.

Tossing the pliers negligently to the side he recalled all the things these bastards had done, to the spider, to you, to him, and the slumbering rage inside him roared and raised its head. Slowly he let the rage free, blending it with the pain from every agonizing injury, transforming them and letting them both seep into his aura. Feitan took a deep breath as his aura swelled and changed its texture, and he muttered a few words in his own language. Taking a last look at the now trembling, terrified couple in front of him he grinned and said,

'You enjoy show. Nobody see it and live. Nobody.'

The black-clad army had just reached the cells when he barked, 'Pain packer' and conjured the intricate red and white armor that would protect him from his own coming attack. The armor fit snugly, efficiently sucking all pain from his body and he straightened himself to his full height. The pain would be back later, with a vengeance, but for now, he could move unhindered. He raised one heavily gloved hand to the ceiling and projected what was left of his rage and pain-infused aura into a compact ball of pure heat.

'Rising sun!'

The glowing ball rose majestically toward the ceiling, quickly growing in size as well as heat, and with pleasure he watched as Marti and Deb's faces turned red, their skin peeled off and Deb's hair caught on fire. Their screams were very satisfying, and soon the air was filled with groaning cries as skin and clothes turned black, and the massive heat devoured everything alive.

A few men had tried running for the doors, and some had put up nen barriers in an attempt to protect themselves. All in vain. Feitan laughed cruelly at the futility of their efforts as he watched the scorching heat turn even the strongest of them into human shaped lumps of charcoal.

The heat had still not reached its peak, and pillars of flame burned through the walls and ceiling, even melting the bars of the cells. The sun still shone even brighter, even hotter, and he chuckled, there wouldn't be anything left alive in the building when he was done with it, and most of it as well as anything inside it would be reduced to ash as well. Everything was going according to plan he thought as he pleased looked out over the flames engulfing everything in sight, enjoying the sight as well as the deafening roar of the fire drowning out any other sound.