Python's Love

1: Fear the Name: Python

Blood splattered across the wet street like crimson petals.

A groan escaped the dying man, gurgled and lifeless.

"There's no 'sorry' in Python's dictionary."

Python's voice was ice. Flat. Deadly.

He raised the shovel again.

THWACK.

And again.

CRUNCH.

And again-

The strikes were relentless. Unforgiving.

Each blow shattered bone, tearing through flesh, until what remained no longer resembled a human face.

And still-

He didn't stop.

Not until Eiran's calm, low voice echoed behind him. "He's dead, Python."

Silence returned.

Python stood still, blood dripping from the edge of the iron shovel, pooling near his boots.

He looked down at the mangled corpse-eyes blank, jaw tight, muscles tensed.

Any ordinary man would've fainted, vomited or Ran away.

But not him.

Never him.

He was the shadow in nightmares, the monster behind the curtain of law and morality.

His hazel-brown eyes, now tainted with death, showed no emotion.

No regret.

No soul.

Just the cold... Darkness.
And a haunting, unshakable stillness.

It almost felt like he was willing the man to wake up, so he could kill him again.

"Darla got the remaining information. She's waiting for us," Rex said, his voice was composed.

Like Python, Rex was no stranger to the abyss.

"We need to leave now, Python." Rex added....

Python gave a slight nod. Then, without another glance at the body, he turned and started walking.

Three men followed him, each carrying the same dark aura as him.

"I'll drive." Izan, his younger brother, spoke with a spark of excitement.

Eiran tossed him the car keys, which he caught effortlessly, while his lips curled into a smirk.

"No need to get excited, Python is with us," Rex reminded him.

Izan rolled his eyes with a sigh and started the car.

Within seconds, their vehicle sped onto the road, leaving the passersby behind, just shadows in the rearview mirror.