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Alone in this world

Chapter 17

First blood

Ever since Marshall left the house, he's been hunting down Elias but every time he asked about him to people; they would cower in fear and run away. It was a hard time finding him but he did find out some interesting facts about the gang. They were a bunch of troubled kids that committed awful crimes; a lot of them were murder, abuse, drug abuse, and even rape. The last one made him shiver; it only made it worst on how Fionna hung out with these guys. It made his blood boil thinking about if these pigs touched her in any way she didn't like; it only made killing them easier than before. he was about to lose hope for finding someone that knew Elias's location; that is until he found a guy that told him that he didn't know where Elias stayed, he said he just changes places frequently. That made Marshall mad but the guy mentioned that he did know where one of his gang members was, he told him to get info out them instead. It wasn't want Marshall had hoped but it was better than wondering around aimlessly looking for him so he took this chance. With the guy's directions, he was able to track down the first gang member. The guy told him his name was Malik and he was a drunken idiot that loved to go to this one bar frequently to blow off steam. Marshall visited this bar; he looked around and took a seat. He didn't see any signs of him, he was getting impatient so he order a couple of beers for himself to drink while he waits, minutes pass before a drunken idiot comes bursting through the door. The guy was yelling obscenities and harassing the barmaids. This guy had long greasy blonde hair with deep red dyed tips; he wore a black leather jacket with his name labelled on the back. Marshall felt almost sorry for the poor fool wobbling around in his untied hiker boots, he honestly hoped he would end his life with his own drunken clumsiness but- he needed info from him so he couldn't let him die.

"What do you mean I can't have another? I fucking run this joint!" Malik said with a slurred voice.

The barmaid scoffed. "I'm sorry but any more and you're going to burst."

"You calling me fat you bitch?" Malik narrowed his eyes at her and grabbed her by the hair.

The barmaid cringed as her was being pulled; Malik forced her forward; gripping onto her hair tightly.

"Listen here bitch, either get me another drink or I'll fucking kill you." Malik said cold in a slur.

The barmaid nodded her head, fighting back tears. He let her go and she got right to it. Malik smiled with pride, Marshall sat a little ways from Malik but he was disgusted. He couldn't stand guys who treated woman badly, seeing this behavior only made him want to kill him even more. He waited and pretended not to be looking at him as the drunken bastard downed two drinks before excusing himself. Marshall got up, he went over to the jukebox and picked a very loud song before he headed over to the barmaid and slip her fifty bucks. She looked at him confused before he leaned in.

"You never saw me" he whispered before heading to the bathroom after Malik.

The barmaid didn't know what that was about but she took his word for it and stuffed the fifty in her bra.

Malik was in the bathroom puking up his previous drinks in a stall. He was too busy throwing up that he didn't hear Marshall Come in. he looked at the stall he was in before turning to the door. He saw a door wedge and stuffed it under the door to keep it there. He didn't want anyone coming and witnessing this gruesome act. He walked up behind Malik, he waited until the song he picked came up and the bar was booming with heavy metal music to the max. He smirked before kicking him forward; making him fall face forward into the toilet bowl. Marshall placed his boot hard against his back as he reached over and flushed the toilet. Malik made gurgling noises and made an attempt to pull his head up but Marshall pushed his head back down in the messy toilet filled with vomit as the water vomit swirled around in the bowl.

Marshall grabbed Malik by the collar and pulled him out. He tossed him back against the wall, Malik coughed and gasped for air. Marshall kept that smirk on his face.

"Malik, member of Elias's brutal gang." Marshall addressed him.

Malik spit up water and vomit. "Yeah so."

"I have come to ask you something." Marshall said as he kneeled down in front of him.

Malik narrowed his eyes at him, he spit at him. "Fuck you!"

Marshall wiped the spit off his face before punching Malik upside the head. "We could do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice."

Marshall pulled out a switch blade from his jacket pocket. Malik didn't seem threaten up Marshall's threat. He just smirked at him.

"What are you going to do huh? Fucking berry picker." Malik chuckled.

Marshall glared at him coldly. "Have it your way."

Marshal plunged the blade into Malik's thigh, he howled in pain. He tried to fight back but Marshall punched him which dazed Malik. He left the blade where it was before getting up and pulling twine out of his pocket. He grabbed Malik and dragged the drunken idiot over to the sinks. He brought his wrists to the piping of the sinks; he used the twine to tie him up good and tight. He made sure they were tight so the circulation in his wrists was cut off. Marshall grabbed hold of the knife, he dragged it up Malik's leg nice and slowly. Taking pride in the pain he caused this gang member. Malik howled in pain as he tried to get out of his restraints but the more he struggled the more the twine dug into his skin. Marshall pulled the knife out.

"Ready to talk? Good, now Malik, what do you know of Elias's location?" Marshall asked firmly.

"Fuck you." Malik coughed out.

Marshall sighed and stabbed Malik's other thigh, making him screams. "I'm losing my patience here."

"Alright alright, the truth is; I don't know where he is. He never tells me, only Richie." Malik confessed.

"Who's Richie?" Marshall asked as he twisted the blade.

Malik cringed. "Richie is the drug dealer; he brings us new drugs every week. He's got a little establishment on river drive in an abandon apartment building."

"Anything else?" Marshall asked as he drove the knife further in.

"I swear! That's all I know, just please let me go!" Malik pleaded.

Marshall looked at the man; he rolled his eyes before plunging the blade into Malik's penis. He howled in pain and struggled in his twine restrains, Marshall dug the blade deeper in before forcing the blade up through his flesh. Malik started to cry out in agony and sob.

"Sorry, but not after what you did to that barmaid. She was a nice lady, doing her job and working hard to put food on the table." Marshall said coldly. "She doesn't deserve the shit you give her."

Marshall pulled the blade out and started to violently stabbed Malik to death. Malik cried and screamed but no one could hear him over the music. Marshall stabbed him ten times in the chest and 7 times in the stomach; Malik struggled each time he was stabbed which made the twine break his skin made his wrist bleed as they turned purple. When Malik was very near to ding; Marshall got up, he cut of the twine restraints and dragged him away from the sink. He brought him over to the toilet again.

"See you in hell." Marshall said as he plunged Malik's head into the bowl and flushed the toilet. Malik used his last strength to try and break out of this but Marshall held his head down. He watched him struggling, trying to prevent himself from drowning but it was hopeless. Marshall watched him slowly stopping from struggling and goes limp. He smirked and took his hand off his head. He grabbed out a small bottle of alcohol and started to pour it all over him. He took out a box of matches and struck one.

"Fair well you bastard." Marshall said coldly as he tossed the match down on him.

In an instant; Malik's body caught fire fast. He watched his body burn and his skin become charred. He looked up at the water sprinklers, he expected them to go off but this bar was pretty run down so of course they wouldn't work. To him, it was a miracle. He watched the body become black as smoke rose up, he sighed and looked at himself; stained in blood. He sighed and knew he couldn't go outside the bathroom without anyone noticing him like his. He looked around the for an escape route, he turned to see a broken window by the last stall. He smiled; he jumped out and ran away from the bar. Tonight he got his first taste of blood, blood for killing every last member of Elias's gang.

well this is was more violent then i usually go but here you go.

next few chapters are just going to be of Marshall murdering people so skip them or read on

-A