Chapter 528: Stained hands (2/2)
”Why would you do that…”
”Oh shut up,” said he, ”-this isn't the time,” a bullet grazed his shoulder to have blood splatter onto her face.
'Warm,' she touched to see red. The hands trembled, ”-Igna… a-a-are you ok?” wide-eyed at the scene before her contoured the face in a mix of fear and sorrow.
”I'm fine,” then and there, the small man cut across from the exit and slid to their side. ”-Are you guys ok?” asked he in a familiar accent. ”-You'll be fine,” said he, ”-some of my buddies are coming to handle that idiot.”
”Are you friends with the Unda Familia?”
”Oh hell no. Just a pig-faced bastard with guns for fire. The underworld hates his ass.”
”Alright, listen. Take my manager to somewhere safe. I have a few things to discuss with Mr. Go.”
”You're a kid, chill and leave this to the professionals.”
”Mister,” the aura changed, ”-I'm no kid,” a malignant aura rose out from the depths of the abyss, ”-she's unconscious, take her to safety.”
”Alright,” despite the size, he carried her outside without much trouble, '-don't die on me kid.'
”Two injured behind five more hiding upstairs. Five guards in total and Mr. Go.”
”Éclair, change the interface for battle.”
”Alright,” the calm hue morphed into a slightly red-color. The surrounding grew a bit slow.
”Stop hiding.”
”I'm here already,” said he standing amidst the five-guards. Took them a few seconds to realize, the first who aimed the weapon had it broken with a single tap. Three others charged for close-combat. A duck and a spin knocked them off their feet, he dashed on behind the remainder and snapped their heads, ”-so,” a blink later, ”-what were you saying earlier?” a hard and cold revolver pressed against the back of his head, ”-anything to add now?”
”Kid, do you know who I am?” the attitude remained calm and in control.
”Over here boys,” waved the short man. Men dressed in white shirts and black pants sprinted, ”-I haven't heard anything in a while.” They ran inside to examine.
”Where's Igna?” the heated pricks of the sun brought the mind to consciousness, ”-where's Igna?” she mumbled surrounded by scared models and attendants.
”Don't know,” said a boy around her age, ”-I don't know… he-he's not come out and neither has the representative from Alice…”
Dimness of the interior, broken glasses, bullet holes, and yelping victims bleeding to their demise over yonder. Footsteps ran in to see the guard's unconscious, ”-boy, do you know who I am?” repeated he, ”-I swear, once this is over, I'll take Alicia back and defile her as I did when she was young. Someone like her doesn't have the right to become an actress, she's the scum of the planet, a stain on the world, a waste of breath!
”Defiled her huh?” *BANG, BANG,* two shots in each thigh brought him to the floor. ”Éclair, bring a car. I don't care where you get it from, bring one right now!”
”Got it.”
”Hey, hey,” said the short man, ”-did you do all this?”
”Mister,” he paused, ”-I need a favor.”
”What is it?”
”Where's the Unda Familia held up?” he smiled.
”Why?”
”I'm going to wipe them out.”
”Don't kid yourself,” he gritted, ”-this is enough for today.”
”Don't misunderstand me,” he walked whilst spinning the gun around the index, ”-I'm doing this for myself,” one of the guards moved, *BANG!* no hesitation, ”-will you get in my way too?”
”Ay, Jim,” said one of the backups, ”-let the boy live a little.”
”Fine, go die, the address is Bento street five blocks from here.”
”Got it.”
A car screeched to a stop outside, ”-boy, what's your name.”
”Igna Haggard,” said he, ”-remember it.” Go's groaning body dragged across by the collar leaving a large bloodstain. ”Call an ambulance, I've already stopped the bleeding for the representative.”
”Jim,” said one of the men, ”-what do we do about this mess?”
”Clean it up,” replied he, ”-I have a feeling we'll see something truly horrifying later in the week.”
A heavy jeep smashed into a private property hidden in the midst of town square. Silence and lack of people showed prestige. *Bang, bang,* two guards were shot before making a move. ”Have the whole area blacked out,” ordered he.
”Igna,” said Éclair, ”-isn't this going a bit too far?”
”No,” he laughed and ripped across the well-lawned grass to break into the front door. The mansion rattled. Servants rushed to the noise. A kick sent the windshield crashing against the grand marble staircase, ”-who are you?” asked a frightened servant.
”Special delivery,” said he throwing Mr. Go across, ”-bring me the lady and daughter of the house. I have a few things to discuss.”
”…” three of them remained silent and unmoving.
”Did you not hear me?” glared Igna. The pristine white and golden tiled dirtied by blood and dust.
”No-”
*Blood-Arts: Crimson Threads,* a faint line drew across the servant's head. Worried glances stared to only be sent into fight or flight. He who refused had the head cleanly cut, *Blood-Arts: Bloody Mary,* the blood hovered over to form a crystal halo. ”Should I repeat myself now?”
Lady and daughter were brought to the hall, ”-FATHER!” cried she to his side.
”What do you want?” screamed the mother.
”Your lives,” he gently dropped off the jeep, ”-you see,” he smiled, ”-Mr. Go is nothing but a menace.”
”What gives you the right to say so!” she refuted.
”I've got the evidence against Mr. Go,” a heartbreaking video of him abusing and torturing girls of all ages played to the family. They watched with sunken faces, he who laid in his blood had everything crumble around.
”How old are you, girl,” voiced Igna.
”15,” she fired back in fear and shame.
”What would you do if someone else did that do you? Would you want revenge, would you want to die or want to return the favor.”
”Please,” begged the mother who held his feet,”-don't show this to the world. I don't care what happens to me, take out the revenge on me, leave my daughter and husband alone.”
”Take out the revenge on you?” he grabbed her neck and lifted without a second's thought, ”-what if I did that to you?” he ripped the clothes and send her knocking against the wall. ”What would you do if I defiled that girl here in front of you?” he marched to pinch her chin, ”-Mr. Go, Mrs. Go,” a freezing aura suffocated the room, ”-give me an answer.”