His Name Is Mugen

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"Kneel." Mugen commanded Tyson. His voice was void of all emotion. He felt no sympathy or respect for this man and sensed no humanity coming from him. Everything that's about to happen to him, he deserves.

Guarding the inside of the door was two of Mugen's best men and another two for the outside part of the door. They stood like watchful guard dogs ready to crack down the whip of justice on Tyson should he try to run like he did earlier when they were baring down on the warehouse. They had almost let him slip away but managed to subdue him. Now they stood alert and impulsive, ready to react to any given situation. Mugen was already in a bad mood so they had no room for error.

Fiddy stood in the corner silent and observant. He hadn't plan on betraying Hennessey but what could he possibly do. Mugen wasn't one to play games or shout empty threats. His missing eye that now floated in a glass jar on his mother's kitchen counter as some sort of twisted attraction was proof that Mugen was no mare mortal to trifle with.

The given name of demon of the underworld has never been more befitting. Fiddy prioritized his life rather than involving himself in a useless gamble of protecting Hennessey.

He knew it from the rumors of the underworld and meeting him did all to reassure that Mugen was someone he didn't want be on the bad side of. He made the error of annoying him during their first meeting and he lost an eye and endured the embarrassment and shame from his mother discovering it in politely gift wrapped box.

He wasn't strong enough to oppose a menace like Mugen.

Fiddy shuddered at the memory of his mother calling him hysterical and panicked. But, for him an eye was a small price to pay.

Neagan and Ruben stood on either side of Tyson. Neagan bobbled up and down with glee. He was going to pay back Tyson in tenfold for everything he did to Sarasi. Ruben swayed sweetly with a stone facade that gave away not one of his intentions. But underneath his solid exterior, his animosity was boiling and it could slightly be heard through his crackling knuckles.

He wanted blood.

They all did.

After they had rescued Sarasi, she passed out and Mugen nearly went insane thinking that she had died. After it was certain she fainted from fatigue and pain and would be fine with some rest and replenishments, Mugen turn his attention to Hennessey and Tyson. He told his men they could do whatever they wanted to the other men that guarded the warehouse. He only had interest in those two hardheaded idiots. The men had pent up aggression and guilt from failing Mugen previously and rejoiced at the fact they had new punching bags to attend to.

Hennessey was half dead and Mugen wouldn't be able to enjoy torturing him so he settle for skinning his leg and letting angry fire ants attack his flesh. Once he died from blood loss and their sting, he decapitated him and sent his head to his wife with a bow for a formal cordiality.

Mugen was still waiting on her reply.

Now, all that was let was Tyson. Poor, pitiful, useless, spineless, cowardly Tyson.

The piece of shit.

"Fuck you." Tyson spat blood at Mugen, which made him receive a punch in the gut from Ruben.

"Kneel." Mugen repeated.

Tyson smirked but it was soon wiped off his face. Neagan and Ruben slammed metal bats against his legs causing his knees to buckle and he eventually dropped. He snapped his teeth in anger and looked up at Mugen in accusatory rage.