Free De La Hoya x Reader

A gory end for him

    

(Warning: Contains gore)

× Y/n's pov × 

I saw Rantaro and saw his knife. I grabbed it and walked over to him.

"Hey, Rantaro! What a nice,-" I stabbed him near the heart. "BLOODY, day we're having!" I stabbed him once more. He struggled to breathe. He coughed up some blood.  "don't mess with my boy ever again. In fact, don't even mess with me." I said with venom in my voice. Rantaro nodded and I kicked some dirt in his face and stabbed his cheek. He nearly screamed.

"I don't give a frick about you." 

"I don't give a frick about you, Rantaro Kiyama." Rantaro's cheek, still with the knife in, was dripping pearls of blood along with a stream of blood. I cut open his stomach and he collapsed. I grabbed his guts and threw them out. Rantaro's eyes then dulled. He got really pale. I heard a snap as I broke his rib cage. I threw the bones at a tree, snapping the bones in two. Free wasn't there, fortunately. I saw the thing that kept Rantaro alive. His heart. (Curious me: Wait, he has a heart? me:...stand down me..)  I grabbed his heart and Rantaro's breath became heavy. Blood was spilled all over. Even on me. I wiped some blood on Honcho's face. "You know, I kinda liked you as a friend." Then I ripped out his heart and heard the veins connecting to the heart all tear. I smiled insanely and Rantaro's eyes had a white film over them and his mouth was ajar. His skin town eased up to the point he looked about dead...which is true.

I decided to hide his body, but before... I saw a hatchet. I smiled and cut up his limbs. Bloody arms and legs and torso parts were all over. I decided to keep his head so I can mount it over my fireplace. I put his bloody head in my backpack. I gathered the evidence and buried the limbs. I left without cleaning up the blood, oh well.