140 The second awakening. (2/2)

Slowly he pulled his feet up before kicking away the twitching body. The child was as good as dead, like many others had been when 'that man' was done with them.

Now it was time to gain some actual information. Chances were, that he was already discovered what with the sound that he had been making during his interim rage.

With purposeful steps, he walked towards the other man, the one with broken limbs that had passed out, but now woke up as he felt an eerie feeling crawl through his bones.

”Now, will you tell me what I want?” Borsolino asked, ditching his previous sunny tone for a more foreboding and intimidating one.

Terrick looked at him in a daze before his eyes roamed around no doubt hoping to catch sight of his mysterious savior. When he did see Sorren's form though, he jerked as a disbelieving expression entered his bloody face.

Tap. Tap.

Borsolino drew closer each step drawing a fresh jerk out of his victim.

Slowly Terrick glanced at him, his eyes filling with a vitriol that made Borsolino grin.

His eyes grew red as he began to struggle, his broken hand twitching and spasming as he got to his feet shakily.

With twitching fingers, he reached into his pouch flicking out two knives.

”Oh what are you going to do? Stab yourself?” Borsolino taunted as he shot a wave of light at the standing man.

Terrick flinched as the beam of light buried itself in his shoulder. Still he stood shakily. His broken hand twitched as it grabbed the hilt of one of the knives. Then with purposeful strokes, he pushed it towards his face.

Now, Borsolino was curious, arrogant that nothing would be able to change the current situation. So he waited.

With a feral growl, Terrick clenched his teeth grabbing the fabric of his sleeve and a sizeable amount of his skin in his teeth. He was ready.

”Oh! Bravo! ~~” Borsolino called out as he clapped. Then his expression fell and he zoomed towards Terrick.

A laser beam shot towards Terrick's unprotected face as Borsolino leaned under his guard. And When Terrick dodged the beam of light, a second one had appeared speeding to his chin.

With another growl Terrick did the only thing he could with the time he had been given. He dropped his arm, the already broken arm almost obliterated under the pressure of the jab of light.

Borsolino smiled as he rose to his full height, right next to his target as he pushed.

What could Terrick do, other than fall?

As the wounded assassin, toppled Borsolino spoke again.

”Since you aren't cooperating, what about I shoot the child?” Then Terrick lost it.