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I tore the bag off the thug scum's head he was sweating and breathing quickly, but still trying to seem hard. "Do you who I am? Do you know who I know?" I smiled though he couldn't see it through my mask and flashed the spotlight in his face blinding him "I believe your name is Jackie Estacado, and you're a third rate hitman for the Reyes family, a small group of drug traffickers settled right here in the Windy City!" I said speaking in a crescendo, I put my hand on my mask like the man in "The Scream" painting "Oooooh. I'm terrified! A bunch of idiots too busy jacking it to do their own dirty work!" with that he started to realize something, he knew who I was "You" he said shaking, as I reached for a silver plated cigar cutter and a roll of duct tape "Your that crazy fucker who's been taking out th-" I put two pieces of duct over his lips in an "x" so he wouldn't scream as loud. "Come sit criss-cross apple sauce kids cuz it's time to tell a story" I announced grabbing poor old Jackie's hand and slipping the cigar onto his index finger, "This little piggy went to the market" I said slamming down the blade of the cigar cutter slicing his finger off with a cringe worthy crunch, he screamed in pain loud enough for me to hear him through the duct tape. I laughed and tore it off his mouth causing his face to be even more red where the tape was then the rest of his face "I'll tell you whatever you want!" He screamed, I looked up at him and told him something that truly shook him "I already know everything you do" I said, with a huge smile he tried to writhe his way away from me as I slipped the cutter onto his middle finger and slammed again cutting his finger clean of so that it hit the ground with a weirdly noticeable thud "AH FUCK!!!!! HELP!!!!" He screamed, as I continued my little story "This little piggy stayed home" I slipped it onto his ring finger making sure to look him in the eye as I did, he was tense, sweaty, and breathing like a fat dog left out in the sun too long "This little had roast beef" I slammed down this time apparently not hard enough this time as the finger held on dangling by a single patch of skin, "See" continuing my previous thought while he screamed and I cut the little patch of skin off for good measure "You're what I call a martyr" I slipped it onto his last finger (I always left the thumb on) "This little piggy had none" I slammed down on last time my fist partially crushing the cigar cutter due to the sheer force of the blow. "You're a message" I grabbed the pre-written note and unsheathed my knife "You're here to make sure everyone who matters knows to stay out of my way" I shoved the knife through the note and into his gut pinning it to him and his screams began to turn into blood filled spits as he gasps for air uselessly. I turned to leave the room but not before finishing my story "This little piggy cried Wee, Wee, Wee all the way home" and I slammed the door shut leaving the man to die.
DU LIEST GERADE
Never Heroes
ActionThis is a redo of the sequel to our other book Not So Super It's been half of a year since vigilante Shade sacrificed himself in order to keep his city safe, but now his sacrifice has become vain as an organization known only as the Black Parade thr...
