Colors (Crankiplier)

Chapter 7 :

I put on my gloves.

The leader had been identified. Their right arm had been killed in the brawl.

And I was going to have a great time torturing that fucker. It would be my revenge.

I walked to the tent, materials in hand.

A soldier was waiting for me.

"He's awake Chief. He didn't tell us anything, not even his name." I nodded at him.

"Thank you. Wait here a bit just in case, please." The soldier nodded, his green hair getting in his eyes.

I walked under the tent and almost dropped my equipment.

"Mark?" He immediately looked up.

"How do you know my n- Ethan?" We looked at each other for a while before I snapped out of it. I put my material on the table next to me.

I walked to him and slapped him with all my might. He fell to the floor because of the blow, taking the chair he was tied to with him.

"I can't fucking believe you! Of course you would go and become those fuckers' leader! Of course!" I yelled at him before pulling his chair back up.

I studied his face.

He was looking down.

His hair was brown. It didn't suit him.

"Got nothing to say to me?" Mark didn't say anything.

I looked back at my material, but I knew that I didn't have it in me to torture him.

Even if he was the ACH leader, he was still Mark to me.

"How did you become leader of the ACH?" I asked plainly but he didn't move nor talk.

"You know, I'm leader too, Mark. And you're very lucky that I'm not torturing you right now." Mark still didn't move.

He had dirt on his cheek. I moved my hand to wipe it off, but he looked up before I could.

His eyes were filled with pure hatred. And it was all directed to me. He still wasn't talking.

I felt like crying.

I didn't recognize the person in front of me.

I couldn't do it.

I turned around and started walking away. He didn't stop me.

The soldier looked up as I walked out of the tent.

"Do you know someone willing to torture him?" I asked the soldier and his eyes widened.

"Wha- Yes... I do. But..." He didn't want to question me, but I knew that he didn't understand.

"The fucker in here is someone that I used to know. I can't do it myself, soldier." The soldier nodded and went off to find someone else to do the job.

I sighed.

Why did it have to be Mark?

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I washed off the dye and started drying my hair with a towel. I would need to do more dye soon.

Maybe I should find an assistant.

I also needed to find a right arm, but no one seemed ready yet.

I sighed as I realized that I was the only one still alive from our original division. But I shouldn't dwell on the past.

I put my towel back into place and tried to style my hair a bit. My roots were still showing, although a bit less since I had redone them.

"Chief!" I spun around to look at the soldier that had burst into my tent. She looked shaken up.