§𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬

09.

§tain | chapter nine ~ "hiya numb nuts"

~I did something bad - Taylor Swift ~

She blended with the darkness, creeping and watching over the ones who cowered in each other's arms, Hank and Dawn. Before deciding, the man threatened them with the looks of a garden tool, just as the fun was about to begin. It was funny to being overshadowed by someone else who effortlessly struck such terror among men, but she was the world's worst nightmare. A vision pulled from the depths of the hell, and thus the overwhelming ugliness rising high above them all. Should they ever feel fear towards anything, then it was her. The hero killer, Stain. The slayer of hope and harbinger of death. She conjured her weapon as she got closer to the leader and finally struck.

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There were no holds barred when the men put their weapons on her and shot. Gracefully and easily, as a feline, Jade climbed to her feet, twirling her scythe about her body in smooth, lethal motions, and with great ferocity. Her form was powerful, both the blades on either side were blocking any projectile bullet that passed and then up to the very last. She took up the weapon and leapt. Her body was arching, cutting through the air, throwing her weight and driving a blade home. In a single, powerful slicing motion, the guns split in half. The jagged metal barrels clanged onto the concrete floor as the ex-hero killer caught herself in a roll. She came out of it in threes, and the weapon she wielded looked menacingly extended, glinting underneath where the patches of moonlight streamed through the dusty glass of the skylight.

Dawn remained where she stood, Hank trying to pull her away, but she remained frozen in place. Shock played through her like icy fingers, sending up her spine with an indicative shock. Before she didn't want to believe the news people earlier or the very shoddy video they'd shown on the evening news. Hell, she didn't want to believe right now. And yet, Jade, she was there, ready to kill. In that moment, Dawn realized that everything had reached her all at once. Years on end, full of heartache and betrayal and broken promises. A wave of nausea follows the pale blonde's eyes rested on the headless man's body, still pooling blood, and then doubled as if someone had punched her in the gut and dry heaved. She could taste the carrots and the parsley from the dinner she had caught at the back of her throat, wanting to come up.

"Dawn." Hank's alarmed voice dared to pierce this bleak period of his tingling anxiety. As the tight grip on her arm stabilized her current state of imbalance, but held something more. A certain significance worthy of her immediate gratitude. He was on her side. Well, there. However, Dawn did not recognize his presence. Her focus never strayed from the woman with her face painted in the blood of her victims, watching as she easily cut down those proud men who lunged at her using her scythe, as if they were corn stalks. At the end of this, there is no hope of ensuring their survival. They have become easy targets within Jade's sights with no form of protection. The men will die mercilessly at her hand. Foolish and stripped of pride and dignity.

Two of them tried to cross her path, carrying no common sense. One of them tried to throw a punch at her jaw while the other reached in for her chest. Jade was turning right, the figure becoming more than a flash of red light. She let them have a ram in each other. Their blows bounced off each other, skittering them back. They yowled like wounded animals, but didn't have time to recover as quickly as her hand twirled and an uncommon weapon appeared. The scythe, great and expendable, was now a dual-edged knife, the length of her arm.

In a deadly swipe across the guy before her using one end, his throat split open like a Broadhurst ready to serve, followed by crimson trails. When he had fallen down, she whirled around and climbed up the second man like his body was a flight of stairs. She jabbed the other end in his eye. Air left him as his body went limp. Jade released him, and he was lifeless on the ground. His eye had got a glossy sheen, while his damaged other still had a knife sticking through it before vanishing and leaving behind a nasty and bloody gaping hole.