He was furious. How DARE that bastard embarrass Millions Knives Saverem like that. How DARE he. Knives grimly prepared his revenge weapons. A long .45 long colt…a dagger, no, a katana…Knives stealthily climbed down the side of his house, weapons secure. That old priest would PAY. Dearly.
Father Hayes was sleeping soundly; it was, after all, 3 AM. He had no idea that he would never see the sun again, didn't know that he would be murdered in cold blood for humiliating one of the Saverem twins in math class. The old geezer would know soon enough.
Knives met up with Legato at the corner, and they both set off to Father Hayes' house. When they got there, Knives almost laughed as he stared up at the prim house, but just let his upper lip curl into an evil sneer. The stupid old man had left a window open, and what's more, there was a ladder left against the house! This was going to be too easy.
Legato got ready for his task. 'Twas easy enough to do, he'd done it many times. They entered the old man's bedroom, where Knives smacked the old man in the head with the gun and Legato held the man down with his powers. "Wake up, 'Father'," Knives laughed maniacally.
Hayes was bewildered. "Knives? Legato? What are you two doing here in the middle of the night?," the man tried to move, but found he couldn't. What was this invisible force holding him down?
"You signed your will when you said that in class…" Knives glowered at the elderly man, "now…goodbye." Knives unsheathed his katana and sliced off the man's arms and legs, while Legato kept the man alive, making him feel the pain and agony. Knives licked the blood that sprayed in an arc from the man's wounds off his lips. He moved toward Legato and licked the blood off of Legato's lips, cheeks, and eyelids. Legato stood there, enjoying it.
Knives then started the dirty work. Knives slashed open the man's pajama shirt and started carving all sorts of symbols into the man's wrinkled, hairless flesh. A knife…a broom…spikes…a cross…the number ten…all symbols for [respectively] Knives, Vash, Legato, Wolfwood and Milly.
Hayes tried to scream, but it was as though an invisible hand was choking him. His eyes expressed his agony, and his face was contorted in pain. After Knives finished carving his chest, Knives' eyes glittered maliciously as he looked over his work. Knives nodded to Legato, who knew what to do. Knives viciously thrusted the katana into the elderly man's right eye, as the left eye gushed blood as though it was also stabbed.
You would think Hayes was dead, but no, Legato was keeping him alive. Knives grinned at the old man, who was trying to writhe in agony. Knives had inserted the silencer into the .45 before, and now, he cocked the gun and pointed it at the old man, who was trying to welcome death. "Goodbye, Hayes. For the last time.", Knives pulled the trigger, Legato pulled away his powers when the bullet was ¼ of an inch away from the man's forehead.
It was done. Father Hayes was dead. And for what? Humiliating a student.
Knives looked around the room. Blood was streaming down the walls, staining the plain white walls reddish-pink. The mirror on top of the dresser was a bloody vision. Just how Knives liked it, bloody and painful.
Legato and Knives walked out of the house, out of the neighborhood and on their corner, grinned evilly at each other. "Next victim's death is tomorrow," Knives reminded Legato. "The victim?"
"…Meryl Stryfe." Legato finished, before they parted ways that night.
