Chapter 144
Here we go along with a few questions will be answer as well for a certain somebody.
Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.
Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing
Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing
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"What? Protection duty?" Striker stared at the scorpion.
"Yes! A small town. Asked for some protection run around. Cut them some slack so you and a few others will be going down." A small hum just looking around their hideout of a home.
"That's sounds out of our pay grade."
"Don't be grouchy." Pat his shoulder. "It shall be easy. Only for a few months. Have issues with other bandits. Just a bang, bang here and there. Then will be gone before you know it little wolf."
"I'm not some damn mutt." Striker huffed as his tail rattled unhappily. Look away from the smile.
"Come now don't be rude. Besides at least I'm comparing you to a wolf. Pack got to stick together."
"We're the weirdest freaks of a so-called wolf pack." He is not even the smallest one here! Only called 'little' being the newbie still.
"Enough before I can't stop them from jumping. You'll be fine along with the others. Just do the job. It'll be over and done soon little wolf." Grillo gets back up, while fix the sling a bit.
"Fine." Striker gets up as he goes get Bombproof ready. His mind wandering the past four months being part of this group.
Were there ups and downs yes. Yet, he got along decently well with them. Even if the initiations were very unpleasant.
A small shiver as he shook his head. Pull out a picture to keep him distracted. Even if it does at times it could make it worse. Eyes soften at the picture of him, Moxxie and Bombproof.
It would have been close to half a year now.
Jeez he really misses the little smart-ass Critter. He misses talking to Maria. He misses a lot of things. But it is not safe right now to go back. Lucky with the rare few phone calls. Maybe one day. Hey, maybe he'll be nice to bring his boss along. May not like his weird smile, Medea still makes him stay on guard, but he not bad. Taught him a few things on short notice.
Just terrible with unexpected surprises and details.
Details he wishes he had heard and would have tried harder to never join. Never and would have fought harder, even if it meant his own death but would bringing a few down.
Eyes stare in horror at the chaos laid on this land as he, along with the others, at the top of the hills. Just watching this land thrown into ruins. No, this town.
A decent town. A town that he started to like. To relax around. Many trust him. Well, as trust goes in one in Wrath. Help around with handman work. A few jewels like a chain came off. Fun time here with a gal he started to like. Let a few of the children play and pet Bombproof. The little ones would get so excited to feed him.
A good town.
Now they lay in ruins as screams filled the air either by the fire or were hunted down. They were becoming less screams.
"I have to say this year not too bad."
Striker eyes slowly turn to his boss. The leader of this group put himself in. One he began to start to admire. Maybe he has father issues. Now he sees only as a traitor. "They trusted us."
"Of course, we had to get them to trust us. Well, not all of us. Got to say the town really likes you. I saw how some of those lovely gals would flirt and giggle around you. A hard-worker by your choice to help. Or show off." Grillo turned to smile at him but then tilted his head.
"You never said about this!" Point at the chaos, the fire and blood filling the streets. "Never said we are working for fucken Goetias to, to- "
"To hunt other down for a game?" Blink and tap his cheek. "I honestly thought I did tell you the rundown of this job or one of us."
Striker hisses angrily as his tail rattles.
"Well, this is quiet, quite embarrassing. I must be really losing it. None of you bothered to say anything either to him?" Grillo looked at the remaining thirty-eight.
Mutter around, look away or shrugs. Excuses after excuses.
"This is embarrassing along with unpleasant." Grillo eyes narrowed but then lock back at Striker.
"How long have you been doing this? How long has, has this been happening?" Striker arms widen out.
"If you're going count hunting wise. Practically for years as it was normal in all the rings, like even the time Hell was formed. Until rules set in place to not hunt like Imps or Hellhounds down. Unless it's like normal everyday requirements. But if you're counting what we have been doing. Well, usually it would knock everyone out in a certain town. Bring them to a secluded ring to be hunted for sports by a select very well paid Goetias, nobles and such. This is just the first year one them well quite crazy enough to come down the ring to do it properly." Look out at the town. "Which we should leave now. A bit of risky one this was since I heard tales that Sat-"
Striker lunges with a dagger to swipe his eyes. But Grillo ducks quickly and move out the way. Striker rolled away as the tail almost slashed him down. Many guns pointed at Striker.
"That's not very smart- "
"Shut up! You trick me! You working with those fucken blue bloods to hunt us down like sports! Like cattle! Like animals!" Rage in his eyes as the black of the pupils turning orange. He should have known better.
But no let his guard down.
"You helped out too. Your part of this as much as we are. So, that," Point at the fire as building began to crumble down. "Is all your fault too."
"I'm going to make it up by slicing your neck and then go after those fuckers!" Point below at the fancy carriages. Can picture laughing their asses off. They just enjoy themselves by stomping over the weak.
Never caring for those like him under the chain. Replaceable. All of them. Just replace a new imp with another and it wouldn't matter.
"You? Going to kill a Goetia." Grillo laughs loud with a few coming along.
"Non Goetia have!"
"Sure, with either a very strong Holy weapon or strong magic. Which you don't have either. No, weapons of that power and manpower. No, magic item to help you bring it out. Come now Striker your smarter than this."
"I don't care. "He'll get those things. No matter the cost. He'll work his ass off. He'll make them all pay for tricking and deceiving him like this.
This is your fault too for getting too comfortable. Their blood. Their screams. Those eyes of trust are in your hands!
"Plus, what makes you think I would just let you leave." Slowly starts to walk in circle. "It is just business with them and anyone else that calls us. I got to respect that kind of contract. Which means well I hate to say it. Take you out. Unless you stop this ridiculous nonsense."
"Never." Striker snarled as his tail snap the ground.
Grillo stares at him and sighs. "Okay then. Let's fight little wolf."
Striker began to circle him as he hissed. Grillo following along.
(Grillo Bold. Esmbled Underline. Together.)
"Fight, little wolf, fight"
Everyone stayed back to let the pair fight. A lot of excited grins, smirks and cheering their boss.
"Wanna entertain me?"
Striker charges first to let his tail get to his feet. Grillo moves to kick him but the hybrid jumps to the side and pulls back to punch him.
"Bite, little wolf, bite"
Grillo stumbled back as he touched his own face. Look back at Striker with a excited smile. Yet, his eyes show some anger.
"Let's see how you take this"
Striker thought he didn't have to worry too much with Grillo one broken arm. Yet, he forgot at the beginning how tough he was. To catch him and anyone else off guard.
"Strike, little wolf, strike"
Try to throw in a punch, kick or anything. But the older demon was just ready. Knew his strategies. Knew because he was the one who taught him some of it. If he just went back to his old way then maybe he would have gotten a chance.
"Wanna be a man? Then"
Grillo smiles big as he ducks down to the side. Got Striker close to where he wants him to be.
"Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf, fight"
Striker couldn't move in time as his fist got him to the side of the cheek. Rolls to the ground as he coughs up.
"You've made your worst mistake here, might be your last one too
You'll have run out of bones to break when you and I are through"
Grillo smiles cruelly as he grabs his neck fast and throws him to the other side. The hybrid trying to not cry out in pain. Till he moves over to reach down to grab their neck again to be lifted up.
"I'll teach you all the lessons your daddy never could
This cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good
So."
Goes into his pocket and finds it. Smile big to flip the photo at Striker face.
Striker eyes widen in fear but then rage. Open his mouth to bite down on the tail real hard. While reaching out to get it back.
"Fight, little wolf, fight
Wanna entertain mе?"
Pulls back his one good arm and punch Striker face. His hand tries to reach for it caught and twist it around.
"Bite, little wolf, bite"
Striker tries to bite and stay on as long as he can. While tasting blood, face in pain from the punch.
"Lеt's see how you take this"
Grillo raised their tail up with Striker. Slam him back down on the ground. Again. Again.
"Strike, little wolf, strike
Wanna be a man? Then"
Striker swollen eye staring up at him. Everything was hurting. Clench tighter when Grillo raises his boot up and slams down on his shoulder. A bone did snap.
"Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf, fight"
Try to bite down as long as he can until his mouth goes limp.
Or die, little wolf, die
PUNCH!
Don't you know it's, little wolf, fly
The pain of crying.
All because you had to
Striker thrown to the ground. Even in the state of pain he was in. The amount of blood he can feel comes down their mouth. Bones broken. He was still fighting. Slowly try to rise up.
Try, little wolf try
CLICK!
Run away before you
Lift his head up slowly and eyes widen at the gun Grillo holding a few distance from his. The barrel pointed in the direction of his heart. It was the holy glow coming off it.
Die, little wolf, die, little wolf, die
BANG!
Striker lifts his body up fast with his pistol out. Eyes study the surrounding. A small shed he was in with another resting. A few others next door.
Confused tired sound.
Look over to see Butcher curled up as far away as he could. Yet, I still can hear him. Sees those eyes stare at him. Wave him off to go back to sleep.
Just stare till their head back down.
Striker watches as he lays back down on the ground. His mind wandering back to that day. Clench his fist tightly but soon took steady breathes.
It'll be over soon by tomorrow.
Will get that fucker Grillo and this time he making sure he is dead.
The next day arrived very soon and he was glad with that.
Striker hiding out with Butcher. The select few from the Savage force with them at the mountain hills. Watch closely as one of them removes a cloth to blend into the ground. The door opens beneath the ground to be hidden.
Everyone looks at each other and nods.
3.
2.
1.
It went fast, quick and bloody but they got them
Got the last of these bloody so-called bandits that dare say they are like them. Dare think can come into their Wrath ring and take. Steal. Murder. Be sold out to be slaves by force.
But one wasn't here.
The leader.
"What you mean he not here?" Striker lifts up the shaken crook off the ground. Only one brave or stupid enough to open their mouth up.
Everyone else was either captured or dead. The ones that are captured do not say anything. Well, it wouldn't matter as Striker will personally fist each one to put a bullet to a head. Four he recognizes and somehow is still alive. Their faces when they saw him were glorious.
He punched their faces and broke their arm. A hello reunion gift.
"H-He not! He, he shits I don't know."
"You don't know? Hmm. Tell, me this." Bring this shaken aquatic down closer to eye level.
Terror in their eyes. Probably pissed themselves from the wretched smell.
"Ever skydive down a volcano?"
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Done!
You got to see a bit of Striker side like interaction with Grillo. That hint of trust but then in a flick of a wrist was gone. Along with one of Striker reason he despises Blue Blood. Being tricked, used and felt he was responsible for the town's demise. A town that trusted him and the others to protect. Yet, failed it as he was lied to. Plus, the lowest time how weak he felt.
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