Here''s another quick chapter! I did these a long time ago, and now I'm just doing grammar and vocabulary edits XD enjoy!
"Sir? Sir! Are you listening to us?" A squeaky voice penetrated into his head, waking him from his stupor.
He was now sitting in front a board of glassy eyed men. He must've dozed off.
"Sir, after hearing our troubles, would you be so inclined to…" their leader initiated the conversation.
He now remembered why he was so sleepy. He was sick of it, this rather roundabout method of tiptoeing around the subject of assassinations. Politicians, CEOs, everyone in this planet wanted someone else dead. It was the basis of humanity to conflict. And from this conflict, he earned his living.
"You just want me to kill this guy, right?" he picked up the picture of a smiling family, with a red circle over the man's face.
"Let's not use this word. We simply want to elimin-" the man started once more.
"This guy. Dead. Yes. Or No." He banged the table with one hand to show his impatience. He couldn't care less anymore now that he had the blood of at least a thousand on his hands.
"Y-Yes!" the man screeched in terror.
"I assume you already have the payment and compensation in advance."
"Y-Yes. Everything is in t-this case!" the man hurriedly brought the case to the table and opened it to show the glow of gold.
"Now off with you." he shooed them away.
"No, it would be you who is going to be offed today." The man who had been quivering just a moment ago stood up and raised his pistol alongside his men who had done the same.
"Tch." Add sighed and clicked his tongue. "When will you learn?"
Guns ablazing, the men emptied their magazines into him. As the smoke cleared, the 4 men smirked at the easy kill.
"What are you doing? I was expecting a little more than that." a voice cut through.
All the bullets had mysteriously missed the boy, leaving him perfectly unharmed except for the slight gunpowder burn that was reddening his shoulders.
"Kekek, guess I was too close." he smirked,before releasing his hand and letting the casings clink unto the floor.
"Fire!" By now, all the men had reloaded and began filling the boy with lead, or so they had thought.
He sighed and folded his arms. This time, the bullets had stopped in midair as if being held up by something. With a quick flick of the wrist, the new master of these bullets flew back at the men who fired them, riddling them full of holes.
"H-he's an Esper!" The leader choked through his bloodied jacket, before barrelling into him and unsheathing his knife.
"A knife like that. I remember it. Excellent quality. You do really have to tell me where you bought it." He toyed with his injured assailant, bobbing and weaving in between the strikes and slashes.
"Die, demon! You scourge the world with your satanic powers!" blood splattered the floor with every word.
Yes. He was a demon. He laughed at his paradoxical existence. A decade ago, he wouldn't even have thought of hurting another, much less ending their life.
He rubbed his temple. He had heard enough. He was stronger now, strong enough to do this:
Void Field
The gravity increased in the area around him sending the man barrelling to the ground and unable to move.
"You know. I never asked for this. It's all thanks to people like you.." He picked up the knife and studied it closely before lifting the chin of his prey.
"You haven't seen a real demon yet…" The glint of moonlight off the blade reflected a serenity that contrasted the screams of agony and pain that followed after.
Same, R&R again if you liked it! :3
Thanks for the support, didn't think people would still be reading this
