'Zdravstvuyte, Jimin.'
Russian. Of course.
'Ivan. Long time no see.' Jimin waves at him, using his katana to lean on it. Like a walking stick. 'Did they pump you up more? You're gonna explode one of these days.'
'Come with me, and I won't kill you. You and the girl.' He spoke in Russian, still cracking his fingers as he looked at me
'I am afraid I don't understand your gibberish. But whatever you're saying, I have to politely decline.' Jimin mockingly bows
The guy slowly walked down, stepping in front of Jimin, who almost had to break his neck to look at the guy. He. Is. Massive.
'I will kill you.' He threatens in Russian. 'And then I'm gonna take your little whore and rape her.'
'Still have no idea what you're on about.' Jimin sighs, shrugging at him. If I didn't know him, I'd think he's trying to get himself killed.
'This little whore will rip your throat out if you threaten him again.' I smile at him in the most angelic way, replying to him in Russian
He looked at me in shock for a moment, not expecting me to speak Russian, then started laughing.
'Somehow, he's even creepier when he laughs.' Jimin tells me, completely ignoring the guy
'Repeat that you yellow bastard!' He huffs into Jimin's face as he grabs onto his shirt, lifting him off the ground with his arms alone
'No problem. You're creepy. Especially when you laugh.' Jimin smirks at him, mocking him directly into his face
'You. Crazy.' The guy almost spits in his face
'Ivan.' I call his name, taking one of the knives from my thigh. 'Let go of him before I ram one of these into your eye.' Again. In Russian. With a smile.
'Your little whore sure has guts.' The guy smirks at Jimin, slowly releasing him
'You just had to mess up my shirt.' Jimin sighs as if he's annoyed, brushing his shirt down
'He is even crazier than I thought.' Namjoon mumbles to Yoongi who just silently nodded. I should think the same, but he wouldn't be cocky for no reason.
'Ivan, buddy. Will you move aside kindly and let us through, or do I gotta kill you to get to him?' Jimin sighs in boredom again
In response, the guy cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, as if he's preparing for a fight.
'I see.' Jimin nods. 'Baby, can you keep this safe for me, please?' He passes me his katana
'Are you mental?!' Yoongi screams at Jimin. I get why. This guy is almost a foot taller than Jimin, and about 80 kg heavier. Jimin's 60ish kg to the guys 140 is incomparable. It's twice his weight.
'Okay, give me a second to stretch.' Jimin tells the guy as he works on cracking his joints. He folded himself in half, sticking his forehead to his knees, then basically did a split to stretch out
'None of that will help you, yellow bastard. I'll crush your skull, and then fuck your whore.' The guy grins at him, holding onto his Russian
'Yep. What you said.' Jimin agrees. 'You ready?'
The guy pretty much threw himself towards Jimin, who slid between his legs like a frigging spider, cutting both his achilles in one clean swipe. That alone makes you unable to walk.
The guy yelled and cursed in Russian, grabbing onto the back of his split open, bleeding heels, unable to get up.
Jimin calmly walked up behind him, cutting him over the nerves by his armpit, rendering his arms useless as well.
He pulled back his head, looking down at the guy who was huffing in pain and anger, speaking to him in perfect Russian.
'Your first mistake was calling my wife a whore. For that alone, I ought to cut off your cock and feed it to you. Your second mistake, was talking about fucking her.' He leaned closer to him, pulling his blonde hair as he spoke right next to his head. 'You only fucked yourself over.'
'I would have taken my time to torture you, but I'm in a hurry. Happy death, you water-pumped fucker.'
He motioned for me to give him back his katana. Gladly.
One clean swipe, and Ivan's head rolled over in front of Namjoon, who only kicked it away, unable to look at it. And then the heavy thud rang as his body fell in front of Jimin, with blood squirting out of the neck.
'He was always an empty headed monkey.' Jimin clicks his tongue in disappointment at him
The guys who were all cocky and happy when Ivan came in were now looking at Jimin in pure horror, their hands shaking around their weapons.
'So, who's next?' Jimin mocks, and quite a few of them dropped their weapons. Not that a lot of them were left. Maybe 10 of them.
Jimin walked up the stairs, and they all grouped up, ready to fight him off in fear, looking at him with sweaty faces.
'I offered you to leave. You refused. Your mistake.'
He cut them down in a matter of seconds, at they didn't even get the chance to react. He was covered in blood from head to toe.
'Anyone has a tissue?' Jimin turns to the three of us, squinting as he had blood in his eye, blinding him
'You're an idiot.' I laughed as I jumped over a few bodies, going up the stairs. 'Here.' I ripped a piece of my shirt, giving it to him to wipe his eyes
Looking back at Yoongi and Namjoon, they were just wordlessly looking around the bodies and the mess Jimin left behind. It was an absolute massacre.
Namjoon seemed like he'll throw up any moment.
'Good to know you speak Russian.' I decide to tease Jimin
'I gotta admit, it was kinda sexy when you threatened him.' He smirks at me
'Are you in there too flirt or to kill Isui?' Taehyung's voice came through the earpiece
'Multitasking.' Jimin answers him. 'Let's move. Almost done.'
Namjoon and Yoongi finally moved, carefully dodging all the bodies to get to us. We walked with Jimin down the red coloured hallway until we reached the room at the end.
Jimin knocked on the door twice before opening the door.
'Oh, Ivan failed, I see.' Isui laughs, sitting behind a table full of food, eating casually.
Any laughter or jokes disappeared within Jimin as soon as he laid his eyes on Isui. His jaw tightened, and so did his hand on the katana.
'Honey. You came.' He smiles at me
I took a step, ready to go for him, but Jimin put his arm in front of me to stop me. If not him, I would have been shot down by one of his monkey guards. And there's a room full of them.
'Join me. Have some dinner.' He grins, raising his hand to his guards so lowered the weapons at his command.
Jimin surprisingly decided to sit down, pulling me along with him.
A guy came up to him to take his katana and instantly got his arms cut off, then got his stomach ripped open. The guards raised their weapons at him again, making Isui laugh.
'Leave him be. Let him keep his toy.'
Again, they all lower it.
'So... I see you got your brain back. That was a shock, I must admit.' Isui speaks to Jimin, putting some food in his mouth
Jimin wordlessly picked up one of the clothes from the table and started wiping his face from all the blood.
'How have you been, honey? How is married life?' He asks me
'Can we speed this up? I kind of have things to do.' Jimin cuts in with that steel cold tone
It took me a second to notice that Yoongi and Namjoon were standing at the door, still not moving. I nodded at them in the tiniest manner, giving them a sign to get the other guys in, receiving a light nod from Namjoon.
'Do you still have Mabuchi? I assume you took him with you.'
'Youchuro is dead.' I answer him, seeing his eyes widen a tiny bit
'I see.' He scoffs. 'And how exactly did this happen? I was convinced you wouldn't know a thing.' He turns to Jimin
'Apparently, I'm too stubborn for the drug to work on me. And I've never been more pissed off in my entire life. So you have that to look forward to.' Jimin keeps answering flatly
'Yes, I can see that. I've seen what you've done outside. Even I have to admit, you are a monster with that sword in your hands.' He chuckles
The more I look at his face and the more I hear his voice, the sicker I feel. I wish so badly I could melt him inch by inch. The amount of hatred that I feel for this man is eating me up from the inside.
'I think your wife there might have it out for me.' He winks at Jimin
I felt Jimin's hand on my thigh, gently squeezing me, letting me know to stay calm and not to anything rash. But I was boiling.
'20 seconds.' Jin's voice came through, giving us a sign when to be ready
'I can't imagine why.' Jimin tells him sarcastically
'5.'
'4.'
'3.'
The countdown was almost over, and Jimin took my hand firmly, preparing to pull me down.
'1!'
The 4 of them ran in, and the entire room erupted in chaos as his guards started falling down like flies. Jimin pulled me down, ducking my head under the table so I wouldn't get hurt as the shots went left and right.
Isui fell down from his chair, hiding under as well.
The chaos didn't last long. 15 seconds, and it was done.
I listened as the last of the sounds rang, bullet shells dropping on the ground, and then silence.
'All clear. All yours.' Namjoon announces, and Jimin drags me out from under the table
'Let's finish this.'
He pulled Isui off the ground, grabbing him by his shirt to lift him up. He was so angry that it looked like he picked up a doll, not a grown man.
'I was hoping for a different ending, I must admit.' Isui chuckles
Jimin pulled a knife without a word, cutting his face from his eye to his jaw on the right side, leaving Isui to scream.
'Now you look symmetrical.'
'I was thinking of how to kill you.' Jimin starts explaining. 'I wanted you to suffer. I wanted to cut you up for every memory you caused me to lose. But now that you're here, I can't bring myself to take the time cause it would require actual effort, and you're not worth it. So I'll keep this short.'
Isui was still holding into his face, bleeding heavily into his hand.
'May I?' I ask Jimin for his katana, glaring at Isui
'Swing sideways for a clean cut.' He gives it to me, moving back a bit
'I don't really care about a clean cut.' I swung at his leg and managed to cut off his foot cleanly, making him scream in agony.
He fell on the ground, grabbing onto the ankle that was bleeding, screaming in agony.
'That was pretty good. Try the other one.' Jimin smiles at me
'Don't mind if I do.' I giggle, swinging for the other one, but this didn't get cut off. I only severed it, leaving his foot to dangle off his ankle, exposing the bone as the blood gushed out.
The screaming could be heard through the damn town. Good.
'Ooof. That was rough, baby.' Jimin blows. 'Try again. Maybe under the knee.'
'Here?' I swing it, cutting deep into his knee, leaving his lower leg to hang, but not cut it off.
'You need more practice, but it ain't bad.' He made some kind of not bad face, stepping onto his dangling foot, crushing it with his boot. 'Sorry. The dangly part was pissing me off.' Jimin mocks him
He was pale as a ghost, still screaming his lungs out.
'Let me show you.' He opens his hand, and I place a katana in it.
He sliced both his hands off in one swipe. It looked effortless.
'Aaaah. I see! That's cool!' I clap excitedly
'I'm gonna throw up.' I heard Jin in the background, sounding like he will actually vomit
Jimin kneeled down in front of almost passed out Isui, who was missing me body parts than he had at the moment. His eyes were droopy, and he couldn't even look up. He is going to die from blood loss any moment now.
'Consider yourself lucky. If I could be bothered to waste a minute on you, I would. But you're not worth it. And this time, all the gods together won't be able to put you back. Enjoy hell, you abomination.'
Getting up, Jimin moved once again, but he moved so fast that I had no idea what he did. And a few seconds later, he spun kicked Isui in the head, launching it into a wall so hard that it cracked open, and the brain master splashed all over the wall and the floor where it rolled off.
'Fuck. Me.' Jungkook sounded utterly disgusted
'You know what, just to make sure...' he muttered and went berserk on whatever was left of his body, cutting it into pieces. I had to move back as the organs and meat pieces started flying around, splattering everywhere.
A minute later, it was just a pile of minced meat. Fuck, that smells awful.
'I think he's dead, man.' Taehyung gagged
'Juuust making sure.' Jimin mumbled, reaching into the meaty mess, looking for his heart. 'I wasn't sure he had one.'
'Oh, come on. That's just disgusting!' Hoseok grimaces at him
'I am not taking any fucking chance.' Jimin dropped the katana, using his knife to cut open his heart, splattering the blood everywhere. He cut it into pieces on the floor, then stepped on each piece.
Even I thought it was way too much, but I'm also happy. He fucking deserved it.
Hearing someone throw up, I turned around to see Jin vomiting in the corner of the room into a big flower pot.
'Too much?' Jimin asks me as he holds half a heart in his hand
'Mmmm..' I mime the sign for little, squinting a bit
'I can't.' Taehyung turned and left the room, with Jungkook following right after him
'Let's go home.' I smile at Jimin
'One sec.' He threw whatever was left of the heart into a wall, and he threw it so hard that it stuck to the wall like a sticker, splattering. 'Now we can go.'
Finally. Isui is dead.