Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S4 - 9. [Contract]

It wasn't every day that Katsuki got to let loose like this. Infiltrating Department K and the Shie Hassaikai's bases had to be stealthy. He could only do so much damage before he ran, so he had to wait.

This bastard, though? He was ripe for the taking. A perfect little toy.

The gunshot still echoed throughout the prison, most likely alerting the guards. At the same time, however, one of the prisoners started banging on their door, another started making loud noises, arguing with their neighboring prisoner.

Rapists weren't treated well in prison, especially ones that had gone for children. It seemed as though everyone was on his side in this.

Or they didn't want to be next, so they helped.

So with that, he continued his fun.

The prisoner's eyes were impossibly wide, his body trembling uncontrollably as Katsuki stood above him. The smell of blood hung in the air. Katsuki could feel the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, each beat of his heart synchronized with the thrill of ecstasy.

The man's breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with the effort to draw air through the gag. Katsuki could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the unimaginable pain etched into every line of his face. This was power, pure and unadulterated, and Katsuki reveled in it.

"Looks like your friends aren't too fond of you" He murmured, his voice low and menacing. The prisoner's eyes darted around, desperate for an escape. Katsuki could almost taste the fear, a bitter tang that fueled his actions. It felt so good to overpower this bastard.

And complete his commission, of course.

With deliberate slowness, he brought the knife closer, the blade catching the light as it neared the prisoner's skin. The man flinched, a muffled whimper escaping from behind the gag. Katsuki's unseen smile was cold, devoid of any warmth or compassion. This was what he lived for: the moment when justice was served, no matter how brutal the method.

"Don't worry" Katsuki said, almost mockingly. "This won't take long"

The prisoner's eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his cheeks as Katsuki's knife made contact with his skin. The blade was precise, each cut a calculated measure designed to inflict maximum pain without causing immediate death. The man's muffled screams echoed through the cell, mixing with the sounds of the other prisoners. Some were cheering, others cursing, but all aware of the retribution being exacted.

Time seemed to blur as Katsuki worked, his movements swift and practiced. Then he could hear the distant sound of alarms, the guards finally reacting to the chaos. It didn't matter. By the time they arrived, his work would be done.

The prisoner was barely conscious now, his body slumped and bloodied. Katsuki stood back, breathing heavily, the rush of adrenaline still rushing through his veins. He had what he came for; the satisfaction of knowing justice had been served, in his own brutal way.

He wiped the blade on the prisoner's shirt, then stood up, his eyes scanning the cell one last time. Katsuki lifted his handgun and pulled the trigger, straight into the damn bastard's skull.

With a final glance at the crumpled form on the floor, he turned and slipped out of the cell, escaping the vicinity. The prison was still in an uproar, but his job was done. That's all that mattered.

With that done, he could finally get back to Teskai's and scrub off this bloody flesh all over him.

So he did just that.

The night was cool and quiet as Katsuki made his way through the darkened streets, the sounds of the city a distant hum in the background. His mind was a whirl of thoughts and adrenaline, the thrill of the hunt still coursing through his veins. Blood and intestinal tissue dripped off of him and into the streets as he walked, mixing with the puddles of the evening's rainwater and car oil.

His hands shook as the high finally came crashing down.

When he finally reached Teskai's apartment, he let himself in with a quiet sigh of relief. The familiar surroundings were a stark contrast to the chaos of the prison, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him as he closed the door behind him.

Teskai was sprawled on the couch, engrossed in some mindless TV show. He glanced up as Katsuki entered, his eyes widening. "Rough night?" He joked, raising an eyebrow.

Katsuki grunted in response, stripping off his bloodied gear and heading straight for the bathroom. "You could say that" He muttered, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray. The water was a welcome relief, washing away the grime and blood of the night's work.

As he scrubbed himself clean, his mind wandered back to the events of the evening. The prisoner's terrified eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the sense of power and ecstasy. Now it just felt distant, like a scene from a different life.

When he finally emerged from the shower, dressed in a fresh set of clothes, Teskai was waiting for him in the small kitchen, a steaming mug of tea in hand. "Here" He said, handing it over. "You look like you could use this"

Katsuki took the mug with a nod of thanks, sipping the hot liquid and feeling the warmth spread through him. He leaned against the counter, his gaze distant. "It's done" he said simply.

Teskai nodded, understanding the weight of those words. "Good" he replied. "Now you can rest. You've earned it"

"Yeah" Was Katsuki managed to say.

There was this uncomfortable shifting guilt, this odd feeling of shame. He shouldn't have lost himself like that.

A hand waved in front of him and he blinked, looking up. Teskai looked concerned. It wasn't an expression the teen wore often, but it was so clearly visible right now that it made Katsuki want to cry.

"You're sleeping here tonight, I'll text your parents"

All he could do was nod.

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