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Hei

As he yanked the blade out of his victim's chest, blood spattered all over the ground and Hei's boots. He smiled.

As the precious crimson plasma pooled underneath him, his victim gasped for air and tried to apply pressure to his wound.

"Ooh sorry about that love. Think I nicked your lung, but then again it was your fault. After all, you did divert my hand away from your heart so that's why you're suffering now."

"Damn...you..."

"Same to you. Literally. You'll be in hell in a matter of moments after all. Say, when you get there can you tell Osama and Hitler I said hi? Huge fan. Hello? Helloooo? Son of a- you could at least tell me when you die ya bastard. Oh wait.."

As the body hit the ground, he turned his attention towards his other companion.

She shivered when his gaze fell upon her and tried to crawl away but found herself stopped when he stepped on her calf.

"Hey hey hey, I'm not going to kill you. I want you to know what it's like. This is what your family did to countless others. Destroyed families. Orphaned children. Instilled fear. Shit princess, I bet you never thought you'd experience this kind of stuff. Especially on the receiving end."

There it was, the look of hatred overlapping with fear. He loved that look, it got him off honestly.

"I'm gonna go now. You're the last of the Marelli Family. You've got almost no money. A short supply of guards. And a fallen empire that will NEVER rise from the ashes. AND, you know you can never beat me. So I'll leave you to wallow in the slums like the discarded garbage you are."

As he left, he could feel her eyes burning holes into his skull and hear her muttering curses under his breath, fearing that he'd come back and kill her if he heard her out loud. Coward.

He got home fairly quickly and immediately stripped himself of his clothing in his bathroom.

There wrapped around his neck, hung his dog tags.

From the time he was thirteen, he'd had behavioral issues and was sent by his family to a boot camp.

From there, he defied every command and even assaulted his drill sergeant to the point where he had to be placed into a medically induced coma.

He was locked away but eventually scouted for a special task force in the military that specialized in covert ops and killing. Jackpot.

He was trained and before long, every part of his being was a killer.

He murdered who and whatever he was told to and he loved every second of it. Until they were shut down and disbanded.

His teammates had either reenlisted, went home, committed suicide, or were locked away. Not him, he moved on with life and found love with a girl who's body was being sold by her own mother. Killed that bitch.

They married and before long they had a son who they vowed to give the world to.

But shortly after their son turned five, she became ill and before long she was dead.

Broken, he moved himself and their son elsewhere to escape their pain but  that wasn't enough.

They place they moved was just full of corruption. Perfect.

Using his skills, he became sort of a Robin Hood and slaughtered drug dealers, pimps, gangs and like tonight's case, mobs. He loved it.

When he was done reminiscing, he exited the shower and put on his night clothes before checking on his son.

The boy was just how he'd left him, curled up clutching a picture of his mom with dried tear streaks on his cheeks.

"Shit, how am I gonna do this...Ahnisti?"