Previously:
"No" Dean said "It can't be."
Becky turned her head "Dean what's wrong."
Dean didn't hear her, he was lost in his own mind "What are they doing here, it's not time yet. Why would they show up now."?
"Dean! What are you talking about, who are they!" Becky said starting to get frustrated.
Dean then stood up straight and narrowed his eyes at the two giant men "There, The Bludgeon Brothers."
"The Bludgeon Brothers?" Becky asked.
Just by being in the two man's presence Becky could tell the men were no joke. Their stature in it of itself was impressive, even being a good 20 feet away from them, she could tell they towered over her. But what impressed Becky most about the two was how serious they made Dean. The man who was always so carefree, and never seemed to be phased by anything. Yet here he was, looking more intense than ever. His stance was strong, jaw clenched, fists balled, and eyes locked on the brothers.
"Becky" Dean said not breaking his stare "Take the men and as many of the people in the basement as possible and go back to town".
Not pleased by hearing this at all Becky stomped her foot as she turned to dean "What, you can't just tell me to leave when the actions about to start! I want to fight!"
"BECKY SHUT UP!" Dean snapped.
The outburst caused Becky to take a step back. Dean had just yelled at her, she had never even heard him raise his voice. She was so used to hearing Dean speak in a low sleepy tone, that hearing him yell got her off guard.
Dean spoke never taking his glare off the two behemoth men "Do you really think that being a hero is about how many bad guys you beat or how many times you almost die in a fight? If so, then quit now, because all you're going to do is get yourself killed on my watch and I don't need that on my conscience."
Becky was silent as she had no response to Dean, "If you're serious about this then the first thing you need to learn it's not about how many guys you beat or how many people you save, it's about how many people can you reach. Because when you reach out you'll find that your able to make a difference for everybody and not just the ones that need saving, but the one then just need a helping hand as well".
Becky dropped her head "Who would have thought Dean would be the one telling me this. But he's right, I'm not in this for just the fights. I wanted to do this so I could help the people that need it by any means necessary. Even if that means I need to take the back seat on this one."
Finally Becky lifted her Head "I will, I'll get all of them to safety. Are you sure you are ok by yourself?".
She was concerned for her friend, sure they both knew the risks and were willing to lay their lives on the line to protect the town and its people. With that being said, she didn't want to lose anyone close to her either.
That's when she felt a hand on her shoulder and Dean had taken a moment to look away from the Bludgeon brother. He even pulled his mask down to give Becky a reassuring smile "Don't worry, once you save those people, and I get rid of these guys we can go get that pizza".
Becky gave a nod and turned around to the four cowering men behind her "Alright were getting out of here, but first you're going to help me free the people in the basement. Any problems with that".
Staring down at them with her red eyes each man shook their head no before getting up and leading the way to the house. Dean waited until Becky was in the house before letting out a sigh. He said he would get rid of these two, but he knew that was easier said than done but he had no choice. If he had let these two men go any further, god knows what will happen to the town maybe even the world!
So Dean put his skull mask back on to cover the bottom half of his face. He studied the two men for a moment, this would undoubtedly be a tough battle and if Dean isn't careful he will die very easily.
Dean then chuckled "Well, Erick, Luke, I see all that time away did nothing to help your grooming situation.
They ignored him as Erick spoke in a low, deep voice "Ambrose".
Dean narrowed his eyes "Look lets cut the bullshit, why are you two here. And more importantly, where the hell is your leader".
"We could ask you the same thing" Luke said as he began laughing.
Dean looked back, making sure Becky wasn't around, he didn't feel like lying and convincing her that he didn't know what they were talking about.
"Well, if you must know" Luke said, bringing his mullet off his shoulder "unfortunately our leader is not with us. He sent us to this place so that we can purge it of its sins. We will bludgeon this town so that when he does return, he can baptize the new world in the blood of these pitiful people. Ushering in a new era where he rises above all, AS A GOD!"
Dean laughed "God? You two could use a barber more than a God."
The brothers ignored Dean's joke. If he was going to have any sort of chance beating them, Dean was going to need to use more than just jokes. He also couldn't afford to ease into the fight, with these two he was going to need to be at his best. So he concentrated all the vigor in his body and soon the red aura was surrounding him. This was the same tactic Dean used at the waterfall in his training session against Becky and Sasha.
The way this ability worked was Dean was able to manipulate the DNA in his body using his vigor. Since he was mutant who shared the abilities of a dog, his DNA was split up with the traits of a human and dog. So in Dean's base form his DNA was 80% Human and 20% dog, thus always giving Dean his enhanced smelling, hearing, and his physical endurance. So when Dean concentrates his vigor he is able to manipulate his own DNA and enhance the dog traits in them. So to be able to use his power at its full potential he needed to balance his human and dog traits in his DNA 50/50. For someone to this took extreme vigor control and endless training.
So now with Dean doing that very thing, the bludgeon brothers watched as Dean's hair grew, and his teeth become long and sharp along with his fingernails. His shirt even ripped a little as the muscles in his body became bigger and more defined. Dean looked up and locked his eyes with his opponents, he needed to buy Becky as much time as possible, if he didn't all those people in the house would likely die. However, with the odds being two to one, it wasn't looking good for Dean especially with mutants at this level, but someone like Dean always had a plan.
Dean then let out a whistle, moments later, three pit bulls came out of the ground in front of him. Dean pointed at the two men "GO!"
With that, the three dogs charged after the bludgeon brothers. Growling and teeth fully showing the dogs relentlessly lunged at the men once they got close. Harper and Rowan Frimley grabbed onto their mallets as they attempted to swat the dogs out of the air when they jumped at them. However the dogs were moving faster then they could swing. Even though they could not hit the dogs, it's seemed they were able to avoid getting bit.
Something felt off for Harper, it almost seemed as if the dogs were only dodging their attacks. Like they had no real intent to hurt them. Then he noticed something, Dean was no longer standing where he was. That's when it hit him, the dogs weren't meant to hurt them but to distract them.
Rowan, the less sharper of the two was oblivious to this and Dean knew it. Just when Harper was about to tell his brother it was a trap Dean came exploding out from the ground where Rowen was standing and hit him with an uppercut right on the jaw to send him flying.
This was one of Dean's abilities, he gains from his dog genes. He can dig underground and make tunnels beneath the ground for his passage.
At that moment Dean was able to communicate to his dogs to go to the fallen Rowan. Then each pitbull took a limb, two on the legs and one on the arm, this way they can use the paralyzing agent in their jaw to keep him down. With his mallet too far away and the dogs not letting go of him, Rowan wasn't moving anytime soon.
Harper smiled "I see you can talk to your dogs without even saying anything. You truly have gotten stronger since we last met".
Dean ignored his compliment. The only way Dean stood a chance was if he was able to take out one of the brothers somehow and then have a one on one fight with the other. Admittedly, he wanted to take out harper first, and deal with Rowan but he'll take what he can get. However, now Dean was left without his dogs, and with that mallet in Harper's hands was still very dangerous.
Dean sniffed the air, Becky and the others still haven't left the area. They needed more time, which meant Dean was going to have to fight Harper straight up "But if I look him in the eyes I'm done for".
As Harper had previously stated this is not the first time Dean and the Bludgeon Brothers have met. So Dean knew one of Luke's abilities, when you stare directly into his eyes you fall under a kind of mind control. It's like Harper is forcing his own psyche into your head and there's no way of snapping yourself out of it once you've fallen victim to it. This would also explain what had happened to the men who had gone crazy the past couple of days and the same would happen to Dean if he looked into his eyes.
Dean had a counter to this. He closed his eyes and got back into his fighting stance. He concentrated, since he was no longer using his eyesight, his hearing and smelling became even more powerful than before. He could hear a bird land on a branch and a family dinner being cooked back in town. Then he took it a step further, he concentrated solely on Harper, this way he could almost visualize him in his head and not risk looking into his eyes.
Dean was ready, a few more moments went by before Harper throws his mallet directly at Dean. He heard it coming immediately and sidestepped to the right to dodge. He wasn't safe yet though, because the moment the mallet got behind Dean, Harper popped up right where the mallet was. Dean turned on his heel and blocked the right hook that was coming his way.
Harper smiled "You can still be saved Dean. Be apart of the new world and cleanse the filth of this town".
Dean broke the block and leaped backwards to put distance between the two. Dean gave a sigh of relief. Harper also had one more ability, teleportation. Harpers teleportation came from his mallet. If Harper and his mallet were separated, no matter the distance Harper can instantaneously teleport to it.
Dean scoffed "The only filth I see is you and your entire family. Now enough talk."
Dean couldn't waste time, he let out a whistle for his dogs. They each let go of Rowen and gathered around Dean. Dean figured with the amount of time each dog had put into Rowan that he was probably done for.
This time Dean took the lead and charged after Harper with his dogs following behind him. Harper ready himself as Dean came in with a barrage of punches and kicks. Dean knew that he would not be able to over power Harper, but he knew he could break down his defenses. The one thing he had over Harper was cardio.
Harper's fighting style was based off his power and ending battles quickly, so if Dean could just keep up with a never ending attack of strikes he knew that Harper would get tired.
Dean was right. Harper began to feel the burn in his arms and felt his mallet getting heavier. He knew that he had to get separation, so taking a step back Harper pulled his arm back to throw his mallet so he could teleport away, but as soon as he did one of Dean's dogs jumped and nearly bit his arm.
A smile crept up on Dean's face as he saw his plan working perfectly. With the combination of his speed and dogs, there was no way Harper would ever have a moment to use his mallet. Right now all he could do was block Dean's attacks, and with the way Dean was keeping the pressure on, just blocking could be the end of Harper.
Since Dean was so focused on his current opponent, he failed to notice that Rowen was beginning to stir. He began to clench his fist when the feeling came back into his hands and his eyes were deadlocked on his mallet that was only a few feet away.
Becky stormed into the cabin and as soon as she did she hit a nasty smell of musk and mold. Luckily she still had on the mask Dean gave her from earlier but it only helps a little. She gave a quick surveillance of the area which she assumed was the living room. The place was an absolute mess, with furniture so old it looked as if you could get tetanus if you sat on them. The floors had holes in the them, walls seemed like they could collapse at any moment and judging by the way the wood in the log cabin was rotting away seemed like a very high probability.
Becky ordered the men to stay put as she searched the cabin. She made sure to watch her step, making sure not to fall into any holes or make new ones. The cabin itself didn't seem to big, or maybe there was so much junk around it only seemed that way. As she continued Becky walking into what she believed to be the kitchen, and it became apparent to her where the awful smell was coming from. The kitchen was full of rotting carcass of deer, birds, squirrels, and other animals that were so mutilated she couldn't tell what they were.
Becky put her hand to her face to block off some of the smell. Becky went a little deeper into the kitchen and noticed some writing on the wall. The writing seemed to be in the blood of the animals from the kitchen. It almost looked like a poorly laid out plan.
"Phase One, Find the girl. Phase Two, bludgeon the town. Phase Three, the new world comes on December 25, 2020. That's almost two years from now."
Each phase seemed very vague and didn't make much sense to Becky. There weren't even any details to the plan. If it wasn't for the fact that Dean seemed so concerned about the two men outside, she would have just written the two off as nobodies who were in way over their heads.
At least one thing was clear to Becky now, whatever it was causing these men to go mad had to be caused by the bludgeon brothers. She also now knows that Dean has been keeping something from her and he had a lot of explaining to do once they finished up with tonight.
However, that was for later, right now she had people to save. She had already asked the men if they knew where this basement was but unfortunately it seemed they had no memory of that either.
When she went back to the kitchen, Becky noticed drops of blood leading a trail out the back door. She followed it outside and around the corner of the cabin until she saw it stopped at a double door on the side of the house "So it's a cellar, not a basement".
The doors were not locked and she opened up the entrance to the cellar. She made her way down being careful to watch her step going down the steep stairs. The stairs were long and lead deep beneath the cabin, not to mention the walls were very narrow and the air full with dust. About halfway down all light was gone and complete darkness followed.
Becky then lifted her hand up and created a small flame in her hand. Once she did the stairwell was lit up, but what Becky saw next made her gasp. Along the walls there were scratch marks and bloody hand prints, showing the struggle of the people who were victims of the kidnappings.
Becky knew that was bad, she needed to hurry and get these people out now, She picked up the pace and soon saw another door. Unfortunately, this one was chained and locked up. With no time to look for a key Becky grabbed the chain with both hands, she took a deep breath and released the fire in her hands to create as much heat as possible. She knew she could melt the chain and as soon as she felt it start to melt in her hands, she yanked the chain back and watched it snap. Quickly unwrapping the chain Becky open the door into the room. Once she did, she felt her rage build up inside her as she witnesses the full extent of the Bludgeon Brother disregard for life. Men and women chained to walls, beaten, slashed, and some even dead.
This wasn't just a cell for hostages, this was a torture chamber. Becky took a few more steps toward the center of the room, making sure to not step on any of the bodies. As she did this, she checked some of the bodies for a pulse, the ones that were alive had a faint heartbeat, but the others that were dead, she could tell instantly from their icy cold pale skin. Becky shivered upon contact, she had never seen a dead body before and now she was surrounded by a handful of them.
Making her way over to the corner of the room, Becky saw a table "Holy shit."
The table appears to be a workstation of sorts, and from the looks of it, it seemed like someone just performed surgery on it. This wasn't far from the case as she noticed jars on a shelf above the table "What the hell are these… no, are they… fucking organs."
Becky was no doctor so she couldn't be sure, but judging by what she's seen so far it certainly seemed logical. One good thing was at the workstation though, there was a key hanging on the wall. It appeared to be the key to unlock the chains on the hostages here.
Then Becky heard one of the people started to cough. She turned around to find a man, he was sitting down, leaning back on the wall he was chained to. In fact, he looked kind of familiar.
She rushed over to him and crouch down to his level "Don't worry sir, I'm going to get you out of here as soon as I… Sami!"
It was Sami Zayn, one of Beckys classmates. She had heard that he wasn't at school for a day or so, but she figured he was just sick. The two did not hang out much outside of school, but they regularly talked in school in the classes they shared. Becky shamed herself for not being more considerate and checking in on him.
Sami rubbed his face trying to wake himself up "How do you know my name?"
When Sami finally looked up he was met by Becky's red and purple eyes. To which he freaked out and pushed Becky away best he could while being bonded "What's going on, why am I here."
Sami looked Becky up and down, but thanks to the mask Dean gave her and the dim lights, it helps conceal Becky's face and bright hair "I haven't seen you around here before. So tell me are you here to help or to finish us off".
Although Sami's words were strong and his voice never wavered, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was terrified. Becky couldn't even begin to imagine what Sami had been through, being held hostage was one thing, but to see the other hostages trapped along with you die right before your eyes must have been a whole new kind of hell.
Keeping that in mind Becky slowly walked towards Sami and kneeled down. Sami watched hesitantly as Becky reached out for his hands.
"Don't you worry..." Becky said, unlocking his chains "... I'm going to get all you out of here and make sure the men that took you get what they deserve".
Once released from his chains Sami rubbed his sore wrist "Who are you".
Becky stood up and gave it some thought "Well, they use to call me La Luchadora".
Sami's eyes widened as he couldn't believe that it was the town's hero who was saving him. Becky finished "But I think for now just call me The Lass Kicker".
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