Sergei Mokov was known to be undefeatable and invulnerable. He had massacred many of the Soviet Super Soldiers, including the Red Gaurdian himself, who was rumoured to be stronger than Captain America. However, today was not Mokov's day, he was completely brought to his knees by the feared Dark Knight. Till this day, he had never understood the terror in the hearts for the masked crusader until he felt all the wrath fall upon him. All his men were down, Mokov was sure that his left ankle had broken when he tripped while trying to run. He was now limping in the darkness between the huge containers. He looked behind to make sure he wasn't being followed, to only hear gun shots and screams from his men.
Sergei tried to speed up, wincing as he put pressure on his broken ankle, but after a moment, he felt something pierce his upper legs from the behind. He lost his balance and fell down right on his face. Mokov tried to get up, tasting blood and fear. Right as he was about to stand up, he got hit by something heavy, sending him flying and hitting his head on a container. He groaned with pain and tiredness. He opened his eyes to see a black figure walking towards him. The Knight of Gotham City. He leaned down to Sergei and pulled him up by the collar. "Where is it?"
The voice was heavy, and scared the shit out of Sergei.
"Where is what?"
"The shipment!"
"I don't know what you're talking ab-" Before he could complete the sentence, his jaw was now displaced by a punch he didn't see coming.
"Last chance, Mokov… Where is the shipment?" Sergei's eyes widened, not only at the fact that the Batman knew his name, but also seeing the infamous Burner being lifted. A victim, who faced this unfortunate weapon, would always be found unconscious with blood all over and the Batman symbol seared on his chest. It was what the Burner was for.
"Okay, look!" Sergei spluttered out, "It- it was supposed to be here a long time ago, around an hour back, but it still hasn't reached!"
"Why?"
"I dunno why! It might be a small delay or something!"
"Where was the shipment supposed to come from?"
Upon seeing that Sergei wasn't opening his mouth, the Burner was now switched on. It glew a bright red.
"Hell's Kitchen! That's where it was comin' from, man!"
"For whom?"
"What?"
"FOR WHOM WAS THE SHIPMENT?"
"The boss! It was for the boss!"
"Name?"
"Man, look, I gave you everything I could, but not this. Please!"
"Sergei, you leave me no choice…"
"Dude, I'm telling you, he won't lemme live! As soon as he comes to know that I gave up his n-"
Sergei could not complete his plead as his shirt was forcefully torn, and the Burner was brought down on his chest. The port, that was filled with silence, was now echoing the screams of Sergei Mokov.
"TELL ME, SERGEI? WHO IS YOUR BOSS?" The Burner was pulled for a moment. But Sergei was on the brink of losing his consciousness. He tried to mutter the name. The Batman leant closer.
"Fisk… Wilson Fisk."
Sergei felt the grip on him getting loosened. He opened his eyes to find nothing but the eery night. What had he done? He would not be spared. Wilson Fisk never spared anyone. He needs to run away. Somewhere far from the reaches of the boss's hands. Where? He didn't know. But he should run and hide now.
Sergei mustered all his strength and got up. He started limping and hopping as fast as he could towards the street. As soon as he reached the pavement, a bright light blinded him. He brought up his hands to cover his eyes. He heard a door being opened and closed, followed by heavy footsteps. Sergei instantly knew to whom those heavy-ass footsteps belonged to.
As he slowly brought his hands down, he saw a large silhouette standing in front of the car, the headlights outlining the huge body.
"Mokov, what happened?"
"Boss, the shipment! It didn-"
"No, not the shipment, Mokov. I'm talking about the encounter with the vigilante." Fisk took a few steps closer to the bruised and bloodied man.
"B-boss?"
"Give me an ANSWER! A PROPER one!"
"Sir, he beat up all our men, I don't know if they're still alive but I do know he took them all down."
"And?"
"And… I- I ran, as fast as I could. I escaped, sir."
Fisk scanned the man in front of him.
"Successfully?"
"Ye- no, sir. But I never said a word!"
"Who ever asked about spilling anything, Mokov?"
"I t-thought that you-"
"What did you tell him?"
"Nothing, sir! Nothing at all!"
"I can sense that you are not being very truthful at the current moment, Mokov."
"Believe me, boss… I didn't open my mouth!"
Wilson Fisk leaned in and tore whatever was left of the shirt on Sergei. Right on the middle of the chest, was the symbol of a bat.
"Ah, I see… You were tortured."
"A bit, sir."
"I don't think so with the way YOU LOOK!" Sergei widened his eyes with fear as the man screamed the last two words. The big guy grabbed Sergei by the collar and took him towards the SUV.
"Russians… Why must you always compel me to do this?"
Sergei Mokov started shivering. He had heard the rumours about the infamous murder of Anatoly Ranshakov.
"N-no, Mr. Fisk! Don't do this please! Listen to m-" Sergei got slapped across his face. Wilson pushed him down next to the SUV, between the open rear door. Sergei raised his hands to protect himself, but they were soon broken by Fisk. He screamed like he never did before. And then, he did not see the door coming. It slammed him on the face, once. Twice. Thrice. That's when he fell unconscious. He could not take it anymore.
Wilson Fisk smashed the imbecile's head with the door till there was nothing left of it. The body was now beheaded. The brains were all scattered inside and outside the vehicle. Fisk looked up, to see the driver staring in horror. He took out a napkin from his pocket with which he cleaned his hands and face, which were filled with blood.
"Get rid of the body. Somewhere where it will never be found again." The driver nodded quickly and contacted some of Fisk's workers. Within the next fifteen minutes, there was not a trace of the horrific murder of Sergei Mokov. Wilson Fisk was now in his penthouse, looking out the window at the city below. This was his city. It will always be. Afterall, he was the one and only Kingpin.
