𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 [𝟣]

14

The street where the bookshop sits is just as empty as how they left it. It's just off the Main Street and yet not a single person walking by has any clue of what had happened here. There's not a single piece of evidence of the small scuffle that had happened- at least to the average person's eye.

However Diana is different. Her eyes are sharper and her sense of smell is heightened. She can street reeks of booze and bloodlust, which is exactly what those men smelt like. The slayer follows the scent, which leads right across the city, all the way to a small house on lying on the outskirts.

She can hear their laughter, even from outside, as they tease the guy about his broken arm- all of them amused by the fact such a small girl had done that to him. Diana makes her way up the steps and knocks on the door four times.

"Who the hell is that?" One of them grumbles, his words all slurred.

"I don't know, man." Another retorts. "Just answer it."

Heavy footsteps stomp across the old wooden floor, creaks following after every step he takes. The door swings open to reveal one of the men which had cornered her and Bella earlier. He's stiff at first, clearly nervous as to who could be knocking, but he relaxes upon seeing Diana on the other side of the threshold. "It's you..." he trails off, a grin appearing on his face. "Come back for more?"

Diana doesn't say anything as she pushes by him and steps foot into the house. The other three guys are all sat together in the living room, all sat on a dirty old couch and crowded round the television. The one closest to her is the one whose arm she'd broken, with a makeshift cast on his arm.

Although he isn't the one she's looking for. He isn't the one who's going to face the brunt of her wrath. Lanny tilts his head back over the top of the sofa and locks eyes with Diana. A sinister smirk appears on his face as he gets a good look at her. "Well, well, well." He chuckles. "It's the feisty little doll from before. See, I told you they like it."

Diana places her hand on his face, digging her fingers into his skull, before she throws him across the room. He lands against the wall with a thud, crumpling down to the ground.

"What the fuck?" The other three screech, jumping up and huddling together in the corner.

She tilts her head and takes a single menacing step towards them. "What's the matter?" Diana asks them, taking another step forward. "You should have known this was coming, I gave you a chance after all."

One of them grabs a lone chair which is within arm's reach and sticks out the legs towards her.

The slayer lurches at him, sending a punch straight to his cheek. Although with her strength, a single punch is more than enough. His jaw rips away from his face and goes flying across the room. Blood trickles down his neck, staining his already dirty white shirt.

Her hand grabs the one with the broken arm's neck, her grip tightening around his throat as his legs tremble. The man drops to the ground, but her grasp doesn't falter. Diana's heavy boot lands directly on his manhood, crushing the limb into oblivion.

The last man is frozen in fear, pushing himself as far into the corner as he possibly can. "W-what the hell are you?"

"I'm the slayer." She tells him grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to her. The stench of beer, sweat and piss fills her nose, but she pushes through it. She lifts him up, the fabric of his t-shirt ripping as she does so. Her other hand reaches for his leg, lifting that up too and holds him above her head. Diana slams his lower back into her leg, a satisfying cracking sound following as she breaks his spine- rendering his legs useless.

Her head snaps over towards Lanny, who has managed to crawl his way over to the door. The man groans in pain as her heavy boot lands on his head. No matter how much he begins to flail around, or however much he claws at her leg, he can't get out from underneath her. "Stop it please!" He tries to reason with her. "Please, I don't want to die!"