273 Playing with Lives, Making Enemies Obey Due to an Empty Threa (1/2)
Day 41 – 5:06 PM – General Nakar Central Elementary School Multi-purpose Oval, Death Valley Settlement, Barangay Poblacion, General Nakar, Quezon
The gigantic whale continued to rampage at the eastern side of the Death Valley Settlement. Dozens upon dozens of dead bodies were scattered all over the settlement because of its might. However, the Mutators of Death Valley Settlement were also not just pushovers. They already managed to destroy a bit of the whale's almost impenetrable armor.
At the western side of the settlement, another batter had already started. Under the cover of the eye of the storm, the sounds of rain and blowing wind were overwhelmed by the blood curling screams of Sherwin. The pain he was currently feeling was not a joke. It was already admirable that he had not fainted yet from the shock.
Everyone that witnessed the scene was all in the dark as to what really happened. All they saw was Mark vanishing and appearing behind Sherwin faster than before and clutched the nape of his neck. None of them could fathom how Sherwyn's limbs were severed like magic. After all, no one saw that Mark did anything else.
Unknown to them, what Mark did was to control his blood and enter Sherwyn's body through his blood vessels. As his blood reached the limbs, he metallized his blood and severed the limbs from the inside while sealing the wound at the same time. It might take a while before the pain would subside but Sherwin would surely not die just because his limbs were severed.
In the first place, the leading cause of death in these kinds of scenario was because of blood loss. With the loss of blood prevented, Sherwyn would suffer longer, a suffering in both physical and mental aspect.
BANG!
A sniper shot was made once more aiming to make Mark let go of Sherwyn. Unfortunately, Mark had already pinpointed the direction where the sniper was hiding from the very first shot. The moment Mark felt the killing intent from somewhere he could not see, he moved the limbless Sherwyn to face the bullet of his subordinate.
”GAHAH!”
Another painful sound was let out by Sherwyn as the sniper's bullet penetrated his stomach and even pierced through his back. The wound caused by the bullet was immediately patched by Mark with his metalized blood but of course, that made the limbless man suffer even further.
Finally, Sherwyn could not handle it anymore and fainted with saliva dripping out of his mouth along with the tears on his eyes and the snot on his nose. No one would have thought that one of the leaders within the Death Valley Settlement would suffer like this.
”It's no fun at all.”
Mark said as he patched up the hole he made of Sherwyn's neck and threw the limbless body as if he was a kid already bored playing with a toy. Sherwyn's body slid and rolled on the muddy school ground. After seeing Sherwyn got covered in mud, Mark turned his eyes on the other enemies.
”It's you guys next.”
He let out a menacing smile.
”F*ck! Shoot! SHOOT! I don't care what you all do! Kill this monster!”
Filameno shouted while stepping back in fear. He made not only his men but the men brought by Sherwyn fight with his order. Mark knew however that why his men fight, the fat man would surely use that opportunity to escape.
As if Mark would let that happen. After all, one of the best tactics in fighting a group of mobs was to take out the leaders first. And then, Mark vanished from his place with a stomp on the ground.
The people around, both enemies and the slaves, could only see a blurry black mist that appeared in a split second and Mark appeared beside the fat man. He did not have any grudge with the fat man but since he was an enemy, it was better for Mark to not spare any of them.
Mark grabbed Filameno's wrist and blood burst out once more. The fat man's other arm and two legs suddenly separated from his body and the arm Mark grabbed followed after. The first three limbs had the wounds blocked by the blood metal but the last one was left open causing blood to gush out of the stump.
”GHAAAAH!!!! It HURTS! It HURTS! I'm going to DIE! AHHHH!”
Irritated by the screams that had the same tone as a pig's squeal, Mark kicked the fat limbless body away making it roll. He then threw away the arm he was currently holding with an obvious disgust in his face.
”The blood is too fatty.”
Mark murmured.
BANG!
RATATATATA!
Gunshots then echoed.
Although their reaction was delayed, the criminals shot Mark with the guns they had. Some even transformed using their abilities as Mutators and charged towards Mark.
Mark looked around, there was about thirty men surrounding him. Fortunately, these men were too focused on him that the three slaves he recruited managed to slip away and hide.
UUUUUWWWWWWOAAAAAUUUUU!!!
SWOOS! SWOOSH!
However, Mark was forced to disappear and appear at the place where the three was hiding. It was because another volley, not the bullets but the thorns from the whale, scattered once more across the place.
As the places that those thorns would hit was entirely random, it possibility that someone would be hit by one from the thousands of thorns the whale released. Mark was right with that.
CLANG! CLANG!
After Mark appeared, he blocked two thorns that was about to hit Naomi and Aaron.