MOCHA // OMEGA: Lavender Kunoichi #1

Chapter 4 // The Final Number

Chapter 4 // The Final Number

Underneath the warehouse was a descending metal staircase. The first basement floor had an unmarked door covered in blood. The torture chambers. The staircase continued down another level. Mocha casually strolled through the doors. Several roombas were following trails of blood on the floor that led into different rooms. Surprisingly, there weren't any humans; it looked like a hospital that was abandoned during apocalyptic times. There was one woman—a nurse typing away on a glass tablet at the receptionist desk. She looked up at Mocha and did not seem the least bit bothered by her presence, blood-soaked appearance or the drone floating beside her.

"Hello, how can I help you, ma'am?"

Mocha told the marks name and was informed of his location, along with the doctor assigned to him. Mocha thanked her and the receptionist resumed striking her nails against the glass tablet. Mocha opened the door and the torture ceased. Tatsuki had a diagonal gash across his chest. The blood seeped down his stomach and all over his boxers.

"Who the hell are you?!" the man with the apron yelled. He ran behind Tatsuki and held the bloody scalpel to Tatsuki's throat. Mocha strutted three steps forward. Yoshi floated beside her shoulder.

"Let him go."

"What?... Who the hell do you work for?! Guards! Guards!" the man's voice broke. He had been so menacing 30 seconds ago but now whimpered pathetically, his glasses hanging on the tip of his nose, beads of sweat forming on his forehead...

"I find it oh so interesting... How the one's who torture always beg the loudest. Quite hypocritical, don't you think? WOMAN—" Mocha pointed to the blue haired nurse as she tried to sneak away. Mocha kept her eyes on the man as she spoke. "Move and you die. Understand?"

The nurse yelped and held her palms above her head.

"I'll kill him! I swear I will!"

The torturer's hand was trembling as he panted, the scalpel lightly grazing Tatsuki's throat as a bit of blood trickled down. Tatsuki held his breath. Mocha took three steps closer, her bare feet leaving red prints behind her. The sight almost made the nurse pass out.

"You kill him, I kill you. Let him go, I let you go. How does that sound, doctor?" Mocha held up air quotes with her fingers.

"AH, FFF, FFF, HUU, NNN," the torturer heaved and screeched through his teeth. "Ok! Ok!" the man lifted his scalpel away from Tatsuki's throat. "You win! Please just let me go—"

Yoshi shot his forehead at the twitch of Mocha's index finger. The nurse screamed and fell to her knees in a feeble begging position. Yoshi tended to Tatsuki's wounds with a spray. It wasn't as bad as it looked; the doctor didn't even get the chance to chop off any fingers or do some dental work...

Mocha crouched in front of the trembling nurse.

"How many people have you tortured?"

The nurse was leaking tears that soaked her surgical mask.

"Speak!"

"AH! None! None! It's my first day! I didn't sign up for this, please! You know Omega, I was selected! Please, I have two babies waiting for me at home! Oh, please please please!"

She continued to weep as Mocha observed her pitiful form.

Damn. It was always the kiddos that Mocha had a soft spot for. But then again, how many fathers did she just murder upstairs... She suppressed these thoughts, knowing they waited to haunt her in the future... How exhilarating cutting them was... Oh but those poor children... Eh...