Brutal Oneshots Ft Chaotic Twenty Four

Scorpio vs Duke Pt. 2/3

~~This was written at 2am my time so please ignore any mistakes I make XD

~~Duke is a character from Ellen_Reese's story, "Got Guts," and can be described as a serial torturer who has a voice in his head dictating his killer instincts. Duke enjoys torturing, experimenting, and killing adults but has a morality intact. Read more about him on Ellen's book! (She's a very good author and I love her work hence why I wrote this. No it's not a advertising plot or whatever ya negative bums~)

~~Hope you enjoy and as always, watch your back ;)

~~This chapter contains VERY mature and graphic scenes of torture, death, and mutilation among other things so do not read on if you don't like that kinda stuff. You have been warned!

~~Scorpio is watching your every move right now. So proceed with caution.

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Scorpio's POV: 

     A day after picking up the name of my next victim, I continued to prowl for whoever this Duke person was. 

     "Would've helped if he gave me more than just a piece of skin with a name engraved on it" I sighed to myself while sharpening my various knives and daggers. Throughout the whole day, I had stayed cooped up in my home digging through thousands of online files to locate this Duke person. Flinging a blade into a sandbag with my brother's face on it, I looked up at the clock; 10pm. Flinging another blade into the sandbag, I begrudgingly took a bath to past time. 

    Getting completely naked, I slipped into the blistering hot bath tub and sunk myself in until only my eyes were above water. The powerful jacuzzi jets massaged my muscles and the steam whisked away the stresses of the day. Closing my eyes, I began to see violent visions of the future and what was to come. It was a cloudy day in front of what seemed to be a living dorm.  I was following someone with my dagger poised to strike. However the individual whipped around and shot me multiple times. 

     I quickly snapped out of the trance and frowned. My visions never depicted me in a losing situation until now. Concerned but still remaining fearless, I finished the bath and proceeded to bed. 

     "How do you like it now you bastard! How does it feel to be tortured and torn apart piece by piece! Not so killer now you pathetic excuse of a killer." The mysterious voice taunted. I was bounded  at the wrists and ankles with leather straps holding me down to a cold, hard metal table.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large knife making its way closer and closer to my exposed chest. Suddenly a searing pain engulfed my entire body. 

     I snapped awake from the nightmare drenched in sweat. My hands darting to my cyclone knife hidden in a compartment on the side of my bed, ready to defend myself from the unseen threats. Groaning once more, I got up out of bed and slipped out onto my bedroom patio. Sirens wailed in the background as snow gently fell through the night sky. Standing there, I realized that this task is going to be a special one. I gazed at the skies as my hair quietly collectect snow. The constellation Orion was in full display in the night sky, twinkling ever so often with a conviction that drove me insane inside. Slamming the patio doors shut behind me, I went downstairs into my basement to start training restlessly.

     The next night came and I was out in the city cloaked in all black. Using my background in ninjitsu, I whipped through the streets until I was in a poorly lit path behind a college dorm. In front of me was an adult male that I identified as Duke, the person I was told to torture and murder. Quickly approaching him with a needle in my hand, I stepped on a random leaf and the fatal mistake alerted him of my presence. He pulls out a knife and drove it into my right shoulder right as I injected a sedative into his bloodstream. His body rocks back and forth for a moment before falling limp into my hands. Grimacing at the pain in my shoulder, I removed the knife and carried Duke back to my abode. 

     Reaching the safety of my house, I quickly strapped Duke down after removing his shirt and pants. Glaring at his limp face for managing to injure me with intense hate, I took a knife and shoved it into his right shoulder. Blood splatters and squirts everywhere but I wasn't done yet. I grabbed another knife and impaled his other shoulder, leading to a tremendous amount of blood leaking from the wound. 

     Forcing myself to not end the man's life right there and then, I diverted my attention to cleaning up and bandaging my own injured shoulder. After self-stitching the wound shut, I returned to a woken Duke. Upon my presence in the basement, Duke immediately starts questioning why he was tied up with two knives lodged in both of his shoulders. I made eye contact and through unspoken words made him realize the severity of the situation that he was in. 

     "I will KILL YOU!" Duke spat. Getting irritated, I punched him in the face 6 times, adding extra emphasis and power on the last punch. Duke continues his defiant spew as I retrieved a titanium club. Looking him square in the eye, I started attacking his midsection until it started to turn purple with bruises. Duke started coughing up copious amounts of blood and had the nerve to forcefully cough some blood onto me. Not saying a word after I wiped myself with a rag, I took a dagger off of my table of "tools" and began to make some nicks through his body. Once satisfied with the amount of tiny cuts here and there, I took a spray bottle filled with salt water and lemon juice and proceeded to spray him down. The screams of agony filled the room but no noise would be able to leave the soundproof room; the walls were installed with noise absorbing foam and various panels throughout the room had additional noise absorption materials. Duke continued to scream from the stinging pain and coughing up blood at the same time while I sat there enjoying every note of it. 

     Finally the screaming stopped after an hour or two. I had left 30 minutes prior and just returned to a unconscious Duke. I examined his face. It was one of corrupted innocence as if there was a greater good hiding within a shell of a killer. I knew all about his past dealings, the murders he committed, the torture of innocent lives, the kidnapping of a 17 year old boy....no mercy was to be spared. 

     I carefully removed a layer of plastic wrap from the floor underneath him that was caked in dry blood and tossed it aside; a fresh layer ready to receive the spoils of the next session. I then prepared some food high in vitamins for Duke. Smirking to myself, I thought about all the things I could do to him and chills went down my back ending with a shiver. 

     Entering the basement, I could see his frantic eyes lock onto my presence and the verbal insults started up once more. I placed the tray down on a table and began to try and feed him. The stubborn man whipped his head about, knocking over the spoon full of rice and fish. Anger flashed in my eyes as a took a knife and nicked his forearm, squirting it with the lemon/salt water mixture. Duke howled in pain and bit his lip until it started bleeding. 

     "You need to eat. This will help you gain some energy back up and help replenish your loss of blood. Now if you don't eat then I will continue to spray your wounds with this bottle here and we both know how much that hurts." I whispered into his ear, taking pleasure in every syllable spent. 

     "You can go to hell! Why are you even doing this to me?" Duke replied. Defiant still to this point I thought to myself. Sighing once more, I knocked out Duke with a small dose of sedative and untied him. I carried him into a isolation chamber that was built in the attic of my house and left him there with the plate of food, some water, and a bucket with toilet paper. The room was completely covered in soft cushioning and had metal external walls with the door leading up into it only able to be opened from the bottom up. 

     "This is going to be an interesting one" I contemplated to myself and went to sleep afterwards, every bone in my body suffering a relentless aching.

~~Hope you guys enjoyed this rather long chapter! I know there wasn't much gore or blood but this is to set up for the final part :D 

~~Scorpio is actually quite caring for a heartless serial killer if you think about it...maybe he likes Duke :o

~~You might be confused as to how Scorpio got the task of torturing Duke when all he was given was a piece of skin with Duke's name on it, well the answer to that is Scorpio is a part of a serial killer "society" therefore the implied message of receiving something as such is known to him.

~~Next chapter will conclude this short-ish story and cya soon! Also don't forget to vote and comment or else Scorpio will get ya ;D