To Kill A Child
By: Atomic Kokoro
Storyline
Tony becomes a dark killer after merciless interrogation and torture. He earns his revenge.
Before You Read
The best part of the whole story, I think. One, because it's the end. Two, because it's just freaking awesome.
On with the story.
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Chapter 4
Bitter End
Guns to each others' forehead, the stalemate seemingly endless. "I found you," Marc whispered dangerously. "After all these years, I finally caught up to you."
"Marc, Marc, Marc," Tony breathed the name as if Marc had just done a stupid mistake that was quite obvious before it was done. "You stupid, stupid child. You don't know the truth as well as you think you do."
Marc's eyes squeezed to a squint. "Why did you kill them?" he spat. "Why did you kill my family? What did they do that they deserved to die?"
Tony raised an eyebrow before bursting into laughter. "You honestly think I killed them?" he asked. "It wasn't me. It was WOOHP. I thought you knew WOOHP was there. They killed our family. They killed me. And they're going to kill you. Once they get their hands on you, you're as good as dead as me."
"Shut up!" Marc snapped, pressing the barrel against Tony's forehead even more. "WOOHP wouldn't ever do that. They protect people, Tony! How could you forget that?"
Tony whipped his fist into Marc's jaw and sent him flying to the ground. Blood dribbled from a cut on Marc's lip. "That's what that want you to think. They want you to feel safe, until they sell you out. They will. They sell you out to the US Military to be tortured until all your innocence, until all your sanity is gone. They break you and use to kill others. Innocents."
Marc leaned up and looked at Tony. "Do you think what you're doing in honorable?"
Tony smirked knowingly, like he usually did when he was going to throw a good insult. "Better than fucking ladies for some greenery, don't you think?"
"You little bastard!" Marc yelled, launching at Tony. He grabbed Tony's wrist, forcing his younger brother to drop the gun and sent a good right cross to the face. "I'll make sure you die tonight!"
Tony twisted and kicked as hard as he could but it was only blocked. Marc released Tony's wrist and pulled back on his ankle, forcing Tony to fall to his knee. Tony firmly pressed his palms against the ground and kicked his second foot back, nailing Marc in the jaw.
Marc let go of Tony's ankle. Tony flipped back onto his feet, wiping the blood from his nose. Marc didn't bother to rub the saliva and red fluids that dripped down his chin.
Tony reached behind him and pulled a knife from his back pocket. Marc did the same thing and charged without a thought. Tony ducked down below Marc's blade and thrust his own towards Marc's abdomen. Marc swayed to the right, avoiding the stab and only earning a scratch.
He brought the knife down on Tony's back, slicing through flesh and muscle, deep inside the sixteen-year-old's ribs. Tony screamed, in pain and anger, and drove his own knife into Marc's gut. Marc released an unvoiced scream and lurched forward.
Both pulled the knives from each others' bodies simultaneously and retreated back a step or two to catch their breaths. Marc could feel his sight fading in and out and it took all his willpower to remain conscious. Tony was just ignoring the pain.
Blood stained the grass and each boy's clothing. Both were in great pain. Marc coughed and vital fluid and spit escaped from his lips. Blood trickled down Tony's back.
Tony stepped forward and swiped the tip of his blade across Marc's chest, leaving a deep but non-lethal scratch into the skin. Marc counted with a similar motion but Tony jumped back and avoided the attack.
Again, Marc stepped forward with the same motion but aiming for the head. It hit. Not fatally but enough to draw large amounts of blood. Tony growled and threw himself onto Marc. He didn't use his knife. Instead, it was his teeth that sunk into Marc's shoulder.
Marc screamed in agony. Tony pulled back, ripping flesh, cloth, and muscles from Marc's being and spit it back out again. His teeth were stained in blood as well as the chest of his suit from the blood on the flesh he ripped off with his teeth.
The older teen took the chance to drive his knife into Tony's leg. Tony howled and jumped off of Marc to lick his wounds. Marc scrambled to his feet and nursed his injured shoulder.
He looked back at Tony and his eyes widened his horror. The look in his brother's eyes...blood lust, anger, insanity, all while remaining emotionless. Marc stepped back, accidentally tripping over a rock.
A life-costing mistake.
Tony lunged at Marc and pounced on him again. Using his teeth once more, he bit down on Marc's throat. Marc gasped for air, trying to push Tony off of him. Tony bit down harder and harder. Then he pulled back and ripped his throat open.
He laughed psychotically as he watched his brother die slowly from suffocation, blood loss, and shock. He swallowed the meat he tore from Marc's throat and laughed again.
A light shone on the broken child and he spun around, glaring at the bright whiteness. He smiled, licked his lips, then turned and ran into the shadows. Disappearing to the blackness, becoming one with the darkness.
Never to be seen again.
THE END
After Notes
Don't fret, psyco-killer Tony will make his second appearence in the story, "To Kill A Child's Virus", a collab by me and XoXBloodyAliceT.T. Yay!
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