For as long as I have been alive there has always been one thing that I hate most in this cursed world: humans.

They are so easy to figure out and manipulate. How do you think that I wound up in this mess?

"So would you like to tell me why you decided to betray the Allegiance, and think that we wouldn't find out?"

Over the span of a couple of months, I have noticed some of the Assassin's secrets getting out, and it was decided that I would find out who was the leak and dispose of them. Today, I have cornered and caught both the leak and the espionage in a hidden cave. I have also found out that, coincidentally, they had a blood relationship of father and son.

The father, who was a fellow assassin, went by the code name Dog and was knelt down in front of me, frozen with fear as two of my fellow assassins were behind him to prevent him from doing anything stupid. The son, however, was part of a enemy gang called XIII-13 and was lying face down under my heeled boot.

The XIII-13 is one of the dangerous gangs in the area with about 70,000 members now. They are known for drug smuggling, black market sales, human trafficking, contract killing, and assault. When they first got out of control, the city asked the Alliance to "cut them to pieces" and as a result a beautiful rivalry stained in blood was born.

It has been going on for more than 40 years now, and enough blood was spilled to bathe Las Vegas in blood for a decade.

The Dog kept silent, not even making a sound. Sighing in exhaust, I looked at the gang member below me.

"Yo scum, are you having trouble breathing down there?" I asked mockingly when he grunted as I had applied more weight to his already strained ribs. I was trying to get one of them to talk, but it seems as though that they are not willing to cooperate.

"Fine, since you both are not wanting to say anything, I guess we have to do this the hard way."

It took me a second to decide what way is easiest to make one of them break.. "I know! How 'bout a game? Fathers and sons always play games to bond with. Yo, Falcon, do you have a marker?"

Falcon was a young and quiet assassin in a green cloak with a hood, heavy set with daggers, a bow, and arrows. He specialized in scouting and tracking.

"No. I do not."

"Alright. That means I have to use something else." I withdrew my katana. The black metal shined in the fire light that was emitted from a lantern and I swiftly stabbed it into the humerus of the thug below me. I was not disappointed in the response I received.

"Don't touch him." The traitor growled, withdrew a dagger from his sleeve, and began to charge at me when he heard his son scream in agony. Before he got the chance to stab me in the heart, his Achilles tendon was severed by one of Cougar's knives, which made him fall next to his son.

Cougar was swift and agile and wore a tan cloak with daggers, poisons, and a tomahawk. He had his hood over his head to hide his face. He could out run any person if he wanted to, and he was excellent with his pinpoint accuracy. He too specializes in tracking, but also specializes in sabotage.

I nodded my head in thanks to him, which he acknowledged with a nod of his own.

I looked at the traitor with seething anger. "Hey, Dog, I'm glad for you to volunteer. Cougar, give me your ax." Said assassin did as he was told by his captain, and I played with it in my hands before offering it to Dog.

The Dog gave me a confused and a little hopeful look. "Don't look at me like that." I smirked. "I want you to hack his arm off, right at this mark." I pulled out my katana and cleaned it off before putting it in its holder. The look of despair on the Dog's face gave me shivers down my spine.

"No. Anything but that." The ex-assassin's voice quivered begging on his knees; his forehead on the floor. "Have mercy."

Have mercy? Why in the ever loving world should I have mercy on the man who leaked enough information to slaughter a platoon of assassins. My brothers and sisters of the Alliance were slaughtered. Where was their mercy?

It felt so good to have this much control over scum like him.

"Here is how the game goes." I started, because there is no way in hell that I would give this dog mercy. "You cut off his arm, we finish him the most brutal way possible, and you rot in a traitor's cell. Or you don't cut off his arm, you die the most brutal way possible, and your son goes to T&I till he is six feet underground. Your choice. Oh and you might not want to wait too long 'cause I don't have all day." A grin spread across my face as I tilted my head a little like one of those creepy girls off of those horror movies. Yes, like those.

The Dog snarled and bared his teeth; how ironic. "F*ck you Izanami. I hope your flesh rots in hell!"

My grin only widened. "Sorry, the only b*tch you've f*cked is yourself."

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