Delve into the abyss of a post-apocalyptic world where the surface is a wasteland infested with ravenous creatures born of the cataclysmic Great End. Mankind clings to survival in the sanctity of the underground, one of the last bastions of safety a...
I arrived just in time, but more importantly, I had to ask.
"Why?" My voice was steady, masking the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
The butcher turned to face Alex, his eyes cold and calculating. He swung his knife with alarming precision, aiming for Alex, but at the last moment, he redirected it to the metal table. The blade pierced through it effortlessly, the metal screeching in protest. The butcher was notorious for producing the best meat in town, but it didn't take a genius to understand the dark secret behind his success. He had kidnapped my friend and nearly killed him.
No one knew his true identity, not even his family. This man was an enigma, a dark shadow in the community. He casually sat down on the chair next to the table, his demeanor disturbingly relaxed as if we were discussing the weather.
"Because it's fun," he replied with a faint chuckle, his voice dripping with a sinister amusement. His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction, making my blood run cold.
I've never felt so triggered before in my life. My anger surged as I faced him and said, "Not only are you a psychopath, but you're also a serial killer. I'm sorry to inform you, but death is the only path willing to accept your tainted soul."
I assumed my fighting stance and drew my katana, the blade gleaming under the dim light. The butcher laughed at my response, a low, menacing chuckle that reverberated through the room.
"You're a funny little kid," he said, his voice dripping with condescension.
I tightened my grip on the katana and smirked, my resolve unshaken. "Glad this joker made you have your last laugh."
He rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate, and pulled his knife from the metal table. The sharp blade glinted ominously as he pointed it at me. Through the mask that concealed his face, only his cold, calculating eyes were visible.
"I'm not laughing because you're funny. I'm laughing because you're delusional," he said, his voice calm and mocking.
"What?" I asked, a mix of confusion and anger boiling within me.
"Let me show you why I'm called the butcher, the boss of this Blood Haven territory," he declared, a sinister grin spreading across his face, visible in the glint of his eyes.
Until now, I hadn't fully grasped the enormity of the threat before me. Compared to him, I was like a mouse fighting a hungry beast. Summoning all my courage, I rushed forward, hoping to slice off his head with a swift strike of my katana. But I had underestimated his reflexes.
In a blur of motion, he countered with a quick, sharp punch to my gut, the force of which made my life flash before my eyes. I doubled over in pain, gasping for breath. Before I could recover, he grabbed my neck with a vice-like grip and slammed me to the floor with brutal efficiency. The impact sent waves of agony through my back, and I struggled to remain conscious as my vision blurred.
He raised his foot and stomped on my chest, the force of the blow breaking some of my ribs and pinning me down with his enormous weight. I couldn't help but think, So this is how ants feel when we step on them, huh? His intention was clear: he was planning to thrust the knife through my skull.
Desperation surged through me. I used my katana to block his downward strike, the clang of metal against metal ringing in my ears. Summoning the last of my strength, I swung my katana and managed to slice his mask off. He recoiled, stepping away from me and covering his now-exposed face with his hands.
"NOO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" he bellowed, his voice filled with irritation and anger.
I struggled to get up from the floor, every movement sending waves of pain through my battered body. Gritting my teeth, I managed to slice through the ropes that tied up Alex, freeing him at last.
"Thanks for that," said Alex, moving behind me for support.
"No problem," I replied, wincing as I held my side where my broken ribs throbbed with pain. "While he's distracted, let's make a run for it."
I knew I couldn't take down this monstrous man, not in my current state. Retreat was the best option.
"Good idea, let's go," Alex agreed, urgency in his voice.
We hurried out of the room, each step a struggle. The dimly lit hallway seemed endless, and every movement sent jolts of agony through my body. As we reached the corridor, a sinister, demonic aura suddenly filled the air, sending a chill down my spine. It was a dark, oppressive energy that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Alex and I turned to look behind us, and what we saw made our blood run cold. The butcher stood there, no longer covering his face. He was facing down, his posture menacing. Slowly, he raised his head, revealing a devilish smile that sent shivers down my spine. His face was a map of scars, each one telling a story of violence and cruelty. Most horrifying of all, his left eye was missing, leaving a gaping, empty socket. I could even see inside the hollow cavity, a gruesome reminder of the darkness that inhabited this man.
His eyes burned with a malevolent fury, his face twisted into a mask of rage and madness. It was as if we were staring into the face of pure evil, and the darkness within him was now fully unleashed.
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"Now look what you have done, boy," he said, his voice low and menacing, dripping with malice.
"Alex, run!" I ordered, urgency lacing my tone.
"NOW I HAVE MORE REASON TO KILL YOU!" he bellowed, his rage fueling his movements. Without hesitation, he lunged at us, a whirlwind of fury and violence.
