The experiment.

Chapter 16

Death's P.o.V
We were free, finally free.

Nothing mattered anymore.

No weak people no nothing.

We were happy the way we were.

Well.

That might be what it seemed.

Right?

But it wasn't.

After our little hug I could feel the barrel of a gun pressed against my head. Right then and there I knew something was wrong.

"Oh Death, poor you. You thought you were safe with the big bad wolf, huh? Well your not." A low voice whispered in my ear. I would think it was Soul but he deliberately leaned forward right after the whisper, and as he did so he fell to the ground.

I saw how he was clutching his stomach, the crimson red liquid staining his grey shirt. His hands and arms covered in it.

"SOUULL!!" I screamed, frantically running towards him. But I was abruptly pulled back by the collar of my shirt.

"Now now." The disgusting voice breathed down my neck. As he picked me up.

"LET ME GO YOU FUCKING BASTARD!! I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T I WILL CUT OFF YOUR BALLS AND FEED THEM TO THE CROCODILES!!" I screamed frantically flailing my arms trying to get away from his grip.

He.... Chuckled.

When I threatened to cut of his balls off.

"Where are the crocodiles?" He asked.

I don't know what happened but something inside me triggered. That small person in the darkest corner of my mind walked out of the shadows and took control. You could say it was my psychotic side. Or whatever you want. But I know I just did one thing.

I smirked, throwing my leg back and hitting his knee cap. I heard a soft 'scrunch' and his scream of pure pain. He let his grip go and I fell as he fell also, but I landed on my feet while he landed on his ass.

I twirled around and threw my foot at his jaw, hearing another scream, I punched him in his eye and shoved my elbow right after in it.

I could feel the eyeball sinking.

My smirk became a darker and more psychotic smirk as I continued to deliver punches and kicks. His blood splattering on my jacket, on my jeans and hands.

I grabbed the back of his head, reached behind me and grabbed the knife, bringing his face towards the blade and the blade towards his eye. I shoved the knife deep inside and his scream was just like a banshee.

"Holy chicken nuggets what are you?? A banshee!? Don't scream that loud." I told him, pulling the knife out, with the blade dripping red.

I then did what I said I would. I shoved the knife in his balls and took it right out.

His scream was mixed with a cry, I grabbed his face and started to turn it to break his neck but he didn't let me, he grabbed my arms and threw me forward, got on one leg and grabbed my knife.

He placed the tip of the blade against my chest, pressed down.

But then a miracle happened.