Tristan felt the flesh underneath his hands go limp as he dropped the dead body off the roof. "Sometimes I wonder how you can stomach these things." Said Keith wiping blood from his knife and gun.
"I can't." said Tristan. "I just stomach my humanity until it's all over."
"Oh really? And how do you do that?"
"It's easy, I just don't stay human." Tristan looked at Empire city, and he hoped it would be the last time he had too.
"I swear, sometime I can't take you seriously." Keith rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the glare from those red eyes that dripped with poison. "No! Wait! It's just because I don't understand how you do it."
"Sometimes I don't either." Tristan looked over the side and saw some men running up the stairs. Covered in blood and bodies. "Hand me a grenade."
"You used the last one, remember?"
"Nope." Said Tristan turning and walking to the door. "Give me a bit, there're a few left." Tristan pressed up against the wall, his Beretta pointed at the corner. He waited for what felt like an eternity, something was off. He was sure that the men he saw were running. So what was taking them so long? Tristan saw a sliver of movement and fired. Turning the corner he saw two masked men. He kicked the closest one down the stairs and pointed his gun at the second one. His gun was shot out of his hand and he felt he right leg go limp as he was shot by the person down the stairs. He grabbed the second man and tackled him down the stairs. Tristan landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him. He stood up and saw the person he'd kicked down the stairs attempt to reach the roof. Tristan summoned his pedals and made a wall, blacking the man's way. The second man stabbed at Tristan, grabbing the knife and breaking the man's wrist. Tristan tossed the man into the wall of pedals and heard nothing more than a high pitched screech.
"Nora!" Screamed the man.
"Nora?" asked Tristan as he kicked the masked man into the wall. "You mean my Nora?"
"She's not yours bastard!" screamed the man.
"Well, it's been awhile Michal. How've you been?" Tristan kicked Michal in the groin before dissipating the wall of pedals and dragging him to the roof. "Keith! Look at what I found!" Tristan stopped dead in his tracks and dropped Michal, who was still moaning about his crushed genitals. "You've got to be fucking with me."
"Would you mind helping me?" asked Keith as another masked man had Keith pressed up against the floor with a knife to his neck.
"Give me Michal and Nora, and the old man's free." Said the masked man.
"Jesse, do you think I'm that stupid?" asked Tristan, kicked Michal's head with his full force.
Jesse froze as Michal's head came off, flying straight at him. He grabbed Michal's head before feeling an intense, hot, pain in his gut. Jesse dropped the head as he grabbed the hole in his stomach, created by Tristan's crimson pedals. "This is what I wasted my time on?" asked Tristan as Jesse looked limply up at Tristan's scowling face. "I spend years on training you people, and look at you! You were never meant for this world Jesse." Tristan stood up "*Tsk* Always was the soft one." Jesse gasped a few more times before his eyelids became too heavy for him, and he closed them forever.
"What was that?" asked Keith as he followed Tristan down the stairs of the humongous building.
"Incompetent apprentices." Said Tristan opening the last down and walking outside.
"Why did you kill Michal? You could've gotten me killed!"
"I know Jesse." Tristan got in the car. "He was a soft one, first and only one to cry after his first kill."
"But he could've changed! Killed me right then and there!"
"Yes, he could've." Tristan turned on the car. "But he didn't."
"Why do I feel like you're enjoying this."
"Of course I'm enjoying this." Tristan began heading towards their main base of operations. "I'm taking away what's most precious to them. And getting rid of past mistakes."
"Typical response." Keith, checking his guns before relaxing. "This had been a long ass week."
"Yeah, I expected it to take way longer. But then again, they've changed."
"Yeah." Said Keith before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
"Well what a pleasant surprise." Said the Executives as they looked at Tristan, walking in, covered in blood. "Where were you for a year?"
"In space." Said Tristan, wiping the blood off his coat. "Trust me, it's beautiful up there. When you're not getting the shit beaten out of you. And no, I'm not high." Said Tristan, interrupting the executives.
"I, I would never have expected you to have such a creative mind." Said Azoth, leaning back. "Truly exotic."
"It's more chaotic than exotic. With ten or more Amethyst's jabbing at you, it's like a never ending pain." Said Tristan, walking towards them all. "So, how would you like to die?"
"That should be our line." Said Aaron, leaning forward. "I'm, or should I say we, are truly surprised that you can do any of this."
"It's wasn't that hard." Tristan shot Azoth in the shoulder. "Please do get the fuck away from that button. And Hearn!" The third executive froze in his seat. "Put that gun down, it's offensive."
Aaron laughed "Again, you surprise us. You knew exactly what we were doing. Amazing! No wonder you were the best."
"Still am." Said Tristan. "That'll never change."
"I wouldn't say that." Said Aaron, standing up. "I know that you won't like to hear this, but Kylar has far surpassed you."
Tristan's eye twitched. "Funny joke." Aaron walked up to Tristan.
"It's true." Aaron put his arm on Tristan's shoulder. "You've seen through all of their plans to kill you, but you haven't seen through mine. Or should I say, Kylar's." Tristan grabbed Aaron by the throat and threw him across the room. "Your friends should be dead by now." Tristan screamed, making the executives laugh. Until they saw the pedals bleeding from Tristan. Their screams of fear and pain were drowned out by the blood of all of Tristan's victims.
Tristan looked at his pedals. "For those who love to rape, rape! For those who love to torture, do whatever the fuck you want! But if you can, don't kill them. And if you do, make sure it's the slowest and most painful thing in the world. Something that would even make me throw up!" Tristan left the room full of his pedals, left to do whatever they wanted to the executives. "And if Kylar values his sanity, he'd make sure not to touch Steven, or the Gems!"