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Chapter Six
With his cloaking device on, Cohra didn't hesitate in running through the jungle as fast as he could in the direction of where Mariah's father was nestled at the house that she lived in with him. He had a mission that he was going to see to the end and that was dealing with the man who chose to put his hands on a small child who had done nothing wrong to deserve the treatment that he gave to her. The individual would be praying for Jesus to come back and save him by the time that he got done with him. There would be no saving for him when he got his hands around his throat. He planned to make sure that he suffered and that it would be fitting of the crimes he had committed with hurting little Mariah.
He brought his footsteps to a slow and steady pace as he arrived to the house that was nestled at the base of the old water tower that had been in the area for a long time. His eyes took a moment to scan over the two story house and thought that it would serve the purpose of his growing family if they were to just stay there and do work around it to make it more liveable and comfortable for the two of them while also having his ship out in the jungle as a base for him to go to when he needed to head there to do work on some projects for the elders and the other yautja soldiers who were now in the area and looking to stay. Once he dealt with Mariah's former father, he would see about working to bring Mariah and Marion there to the house for them to take over it and reside there from that point going forward.
Cohra took a few moments to make sure that there was not a soul in the area before he lowered his cloaking shield down and approached the front door of the house. He did one more glance for safe measure before bringing a leg up to his chest and using the foot of it to kick the door down with a thunderous amount of strength that would rattle anyone's nerves. He crossed over the threshold and looked to where a human male had fell to the ground in the living room from the sudden sound of someone breaking into his home. His eyes watched the individual stand up before he made a chilling discovery about them that had his blood to boil even more.
Mariah's birth father, the man who had chose to put his hands on her in the way that he had, had been one of the guides that had been working with Marion's group from the states during their camping trip there in the rain forest to gather information about the wild life that lived there to take back and present to their professor for a final grade. This man who had been so close around his mate and someone he had allowed to live without injury, had put his hands on the most innocent of lives and he would now face the price for his actions.
With his hands clenched into fists, Cohra stormed across the living room floor of the house in his direction, stepping on and breaking many beer bottles that were scattered about the floor. He showed no pain from the glass shattering beneath his bare feet since it wasn't made of a strong enough material to do any real damage to himself. One of his hands reached out and grabbed a hold of him by his throat, firmly. He headed towards the rear of the house while the man was pleading to him for his life.
"No, Cohra!" The man cried out for him in Spanish while his hands pulled at his claw that was wrapped snug and firmly around the base of his throat. "You have promised to spare my life! You gave your word!"
"I did." Cohra replied, speaking in Spanish as good as he did with Marion's English. His voice had a dark, sinister tone to it instead of his normal one that he usually had with it. "However...That was before I found out that you are the type of human that would do something as heinous as to put his hand on a small child who had done nothing to deserve the amount of bruises that her little body possesses."
Reaching the back door, he didn't stop his pace as he brought up a foot and repeated the same move he had done on the front one, causing it to swing wide open. He hurled the man onto the ground not far from as he looked to him. His gaze never left the man as he worked to get to his feet. As he looked to him with him begging for mercy, he was already waiting for the right moment to make his kill, deciding to toy with him.
"I told Mariah that I was sorry for what I had done to her when I was drunk.-"
"That is no excuse for what you did to her, Manuel! Her small body has bruises scattered all over it and the dress she was wearing was ripped. You hurt your own flesh and blood, and I will not stand for it."
"A human child should be of no concern to you. Why do you care so much about Mariah anyways?"
"Because she is now my child and I will be taking care of her as her father from this point going forward...and Marion will be her mother."
"You will not have her for long, Cohra." Manuel hissed at him from where he was standing. "Mark my words...You will be dead in a matter of time. There will be a human to come along to take your life and steal everything you hold dear from you."
"I have a question for you, Manuel." As his tone grew darker, one of his hands brought out a small round metal disc in one of his hands as he looked to him. He kept his eyes fixated on him through the screen of the mask he was wearing while he spoke to him. "You said that you ran track in school, right?"
"That is right, Cohra."
"Let's see how fast you can run before this cuts you in half." He used one of his fingers on his hand that was holding the disc to press down a button, causing razor sharp blades to spring out on the outer ring of the metal. His eyes watched Manuel start to panic at first before he went to try to run as quickly as he could. Cohra waited a few seconds to allow him a little bit of a distance before hurling it towards him. He watched the weapon cut right through his body at the midsection, sending him down to the ground. He made his way across the yard to where his body was lying in the tall grass and made note of where his weapon was lodged in a tree. Once he had seen where it was, his hands grasped a hold of his body with one holding one of his arms and the other holding one of his ankles.
Before I go back home to Marion and Mariah, I am going to make sure that this asshole's body is in a spot for the animals of the jungle to feast upon. Someone like him doesn't deserve a burial at all. Anyone that puts their hand on a child doesn't deserve a grave but to have his flesh picked from the bone by buzzards.
With the man that had hurt his adopted daughter dead and severed in the middle, Cohra begun to drag his corpse off into the jungle for the animals that called the area their home and who happened to enjoy the taste of meat to feast upon for their nightly meal. He made sure it was far enough in before his body made its way back to where his weapon was waiting for him, and retrieved it. Cohra made sure to have the blades to go back inside of the disc prior to easing it back where it belonged on his belt and heading off to meet up with his mate and daughter to let them know that he had completed the task and that they would make the move to the house the following day.
