Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 3

Throughout the years of training I've gone through as part of the resistance, I've managed to somewhat master the art of silence and since I was more of an "observer fighter", I didn't really necessarily needed brute force to take an enemy down.

I normally just block all of their attacks long enough to study them and their skill. Which tactic they rely on and what counterattack would be enough to knock them down in one blow.

So I would like to say that I'm more of a discreet fighter with at least five plan Bs ready at hand. Never careless, never spontaneous.

But as I ran towards them, footsteps heavy on the ground and breathing coming out in loud puffs of air, I feel like I've under-examined a lot of things.

"Wha-" The one in the middle wasn't able to finish his sentence as I pushed aside the stranger before I brought my knife up to his face, making sure the blade hits his eyes with enough force to  at least damage it. I swiftly dodged his hand that tried to grab me while simultaneously knocking the flashlight out of his hand.

Stomping on the flashlight, I quickly moved to the other two as we were all immersed into darkness once again. 

The plan is simple. Or as simple as it gets since I'm making this up as I go along. 

I take out their eyesight, capability of speaking, and writing so that once morning comes rolling in and they somehow survive this, they won't be able to point neither of us out.

Fucking brilliant, a genius last minute plan if you ask me.

I winced as the three of them screams at the top of their lungs, sound being amplified by this goddamn tunnel. 

I tsked.

They're going to attract unwanted attention of any strolling cops nearby and I've had enough of this already.

Quickly dropping on my knees, I pulled open their mouth to try and slice as much of their tongues as I can, given that they're struggling hard against me right now.

I huffed out as I forced the last of the three's mouth open.

"YOU BITCH-" He stops mid-sentence and opts to scream instead that later turns into a gurgling sound. 

"Shut up" I huffed before standing up and letting them writhe in pain. 

Hands. 

I looked around in the dark that's slightly illuminated by the street lights from a distance.

I still need to get rid of their hands.

I can feel my fingertips starting to go numb, a telltale sign that I need to hurry up or my body will soon shut down and this will all be pointless.

I bit my lip and tried to do it as quick as I can, ignoring the way they twitch against my hold every now and then. I stagger back once it was done and for a moment I was thankful it's somewhat dark in here because I can only handle so much.

Forcing myself together, I crunched down and fiddled with their pockets. Sighing in relief once I found a lighter, I flicked it open, staring at the flame for awhile before lighting their hands on fire.

Technically, I could've just burned them in the first place rather than going through all this. But I promised myself that I won't kill anymore.

It's part of the rebranding thing.

Though if they die, that's on them because it's their fault for having weak bodies and I technically didn't intentionally killed them.

I took a staggering step back, mind weirdly empty as I stared at them. This could easily be mistaken as calmness if it weren't for how numb my fingertips are and how my heart is working a hole into my chest.