Third Persons POV
Isang pares ng sapatos at ang yabag nito ang nagbigay ng ingay sa isang napakatahimik na pasilyo. Nakasuot ng purong itim ang binatang may hawak na 9mm pistol sa kamay. Hindi alintana ang dilim ng paligid. Kagaya ng dati ay kaagad itong gumawa ng apoy pagkapasok na pagkapasok sa isang silid na siyang nagsilbing ilaw sa paligid. Kinuha ang isang may kalahating metrong habang bakal at isinalang ang dulo nito sa naglalagablab na apoy.
Isang mapait na ngiti ang gumuhit sa labi nito bago nilingon ang batang may sampong taong gulang. Nakagapos sa isang upuan. Panay ang pagtulo ng luha nito mula sa inosenteng mga mata.
"M-maawa po kayo."
Namamaos at nanginginig na pagmamakaawa nito sa lalaki. Ngunit wala kang mababakas na pagdadalawang isip sa mukha nito. Wala ng makapang damdamin sa dibdib nito. Tila naging bato na ang buo nitong pagkatao.
"I'm sorry for not feeling sorry about this kid."
He clicked the release magazine button of the gun and the magazine fell on his left hand. The man then went back to the mini table settled near the fire. He loaded the magazine with three blank cartridges. His expression was stoic and consumed by imminence.
"Close your eyes."
He commanded as he inserted the magazine back to the magazine well of the gun. The brisk sound of the the gun when he inserted the magazine was the only thing heard around the room.
He turned his self to see the face of the innocent child, closing its eyes tightly, tears running down his rosy cheeks.
With no second thought he suddenly pressed the barrel of the gun against the boy's chest and pulled the trigger with no delay.
The boy shouted as the blast effects and the high pressure of hot gas penetrates to his being.
After some time of shouting and screaming in pain the kid died of suffocation. The shock wave broke its ribs and collapsed his lungs.
A smirk was formed on the man's face. He grabbed the metal from the fire and pressed the end of it against the chest of the kid where he shoot the blank gun. Stigmatizing it's body with three lines scratch-like lightning. He looked intently at the image in front of him and grinned as if it was the most pleasing view he had seen his entire life.
The grin plastered on his face became wider when he heard a click of a gun.
Nanginginig ang batang lalaking nasa edad labing lima na tinutukan siya ng baril. Ngumiti ang binata habang hawak hawak padin ang bakal na ginamit sa ginawang human branding. Maingat niya itong ibinalik sa apoy di kalayuan sa kanya.
"Mamatay kana! Lahat nalang ng nasa pamilya namin inisa isa mo na! Pati ba naman kapatid ko! Sino ka ba talaga!?"
Kaagad na nagpaputok ng baril ang binata na mabilis na nailagan naman ng lalaking nakapurong itim. Kaagad na bumaril ulit ito ngunit maliksi ang kilos ng lalaki at nakapagtago sa itinumba na nitong metal na mesa.
"Lumabas ka diyan! Duwag ka ba! Ipakita mo yang mukha mo!"
Sunod sunod na hakbang nito habang sunod sunod ding nagpapaputok sa takot na bigla siyang sugurin ng taong pumatay sa kapatid niya. Gusto niyang makita ang mukha ng taong patuloy na pinapatay ang bawat henerasyon ng pamilya nila.
Nagulat ito ng biglang tumayo ang lalaking nagtatago at humakbang palapit sa kanya ng nakangiti. Nakababa ang buhok nito na halos umabot na sa mga mata niya, hindi masyadong maaninang ang mukha ng lalaki sapag kat nasa likuran ng nasabing lalaki ang apoy na tanging nagsisilbing ilaw sa paligid.
"And your six rounds ends here"
Kaagad nitong wika habang nakangisi at nagsimulang humakbang palapit sa bata. Malaki ang ngiti na nakaguhit sa mga labi nito na labis na nagbigay ng pangamba sa batang abot abot ang kaba.
Mabilis pa sa alas kuwatrong pinaputukan nito ang lalaking papalapit ngunit nangatog ang bata ng mapagtantong wala ng bala ang baril na hawak niya. Mas lalong lumapad ang ngiti ng lalaking nakaitim at humakbang dahan dahan palapit sa binatang labis ng kinakabahan. Panay ang paglunok nito sa sariling laway at tiningnan ang nakababatang kapatid na wala ng malay, halos bumagsak na ang bata sa sahig sanhi ng panlalambot ng tuhod sa takot na ilang sandali nalang ay magiging malamig na bangkay na siya kagaya ng kapatid niya.
"You've come to kill the serial killer of your family and you brought nothing but a single action revolver holding only six metallic cartridges and you're even brave enough not to bring extra ammunitions? Should I call you ferocious? or plain stupid?"
He then laughed for a second and smiled like he was a predator who found his most delicious prey. The man's eyes was full of hatred and doesn't have any hint of sympathy killing the innocent children. His own breath was heavy his eyes are almost burning and in one swift motion he got his misericorde with his hand, a thin stiletto type of dagger.
The man was quick to aim and insert the dagger at the back of the neck at the base of the skull of the boy, stabbing firmly and deeply. He successfuly severed the spinal cord of the kid which makes all its body function ceased which resulted to its instant death. But that doesn't seem to give him satisfaction until he grabbed his blank gun from his waist band and shoot its 2nd round against the chest of the teenager.
With his emotionless eyes and menacing expression he dreadfully pushed the body to the ground and stigmatised the boy at the chest part as well.
"Stop hiding there asshole, you're next. Teens in your family loves playing heroes huh?"
The guy once again put the end of the metal back to the fire. A trembling guy ages around eighteen went out of nowhere. His face was getting pale as his trembling body started sweating. His eyes started to become bigger as soon as he saw his siblings on the ground, lifeless.
He run and attempted to stab the man but the man was fast enough to effortlessly struck his temple with so much and sufficient force that caused his death.
A grin in the most unpleasant way that you could have imagined was painted on his lips. He once again took out his gun and shoot the last round against the chest of the eighteen year old guy.
"Every generation of your family must bite the bullets."
He picked up the metal and just like what he did earlier he pressed the end of the metal at the chest part of the last guy, branding the human body.
Just as he was done with his own kind of entertainment he went out of the abandoned building where his matte black shelby mustang is waiting for him, he glanced at his watch before he opened the door and took his phone out of his pocket and called someone.
"I need you to wrap a gift to be delivered this afternoon at exactly 3:33pm."
"You mean to say that you needed me to throw a cold body."
The guy on the other line said casually as if it was a usual routine for them.
"Bodies rather."
"What the hell ? How many?"
He said pretending to be shocked.
"Their lucky number "
"Three bodies at exactly 3:33am at the 3rd day of the third quarter of the year to be delivered by 3:33pm. You insane?"
"Right and no."
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