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Here is chapter 5. Have fun!
Chapter 5 "Night job."
The light was still on downstairs. I was on the first floor…
"Where are you going, Hachiman?" Scolded the woman on the table, without looking away from her paperwork.
This woman has shoulder-length, black hair with an ahoge sprouting from her head and black eyes under glasses.
She was wearing a black business suit over a white shirt, a black tie around her neck. She was also wearing a short miniskirt, which reminds me of Yuigahama.
Mom, I know you want to apparent being young but…
Yes, my mother was the person shooting a disapproving look at me while doing her paperwork.
As expected…Corporate slaves don't have any rest!
They even are slaves from the commodity of their homes!
"Uh… going out for a walk" I replied, scratching my head.
"This late at night?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It's calming." The night wind and the dew are soothing. At these hours there is absolutely no one in the streets. The sepulchral silence is quiet and peaceful.
"Didn't the doctor said that you should stop wandering at late hours?" My mother asked, disapproving my actions.
"I think it's fine, I don't go beyond the neighborhood at these hours." I reassured her. I also know how to defend myself in the case of someone was stupid enough to mug me.
"Still, don't you have school tomorrow?"
"As always." I replied, looking at my mother with a leveled glance.
She lets out a sigh. "I understand." she said dismissively, going back to his last task…paperwork.
The way you said that is as if you don't care about me!
"Good night." I made a slight bow and turned to the door.
"Night." I heard behind my back.
I walk towards the door and as I was about to open it…
"Hachiman." I heard behind me.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at my mother.
"Be careful." She gave me a worried smile. "Don't wander too far and be attentive of your surroundings."
A reassuring smile adorns my face. "I will, Mom."
I gave a nod and left the house.
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It was a good thing that she didn't ask why I had a bag…
I was heading to the building where my target was probably 'busy', researching which way is the best to behead someone.
As I arrive, I see two thugs at the entrance of the back door…
I take my gloves out of my backpack and put them on.
It's time to work.
I throw a rock at one of them and hit him in straight in the head.
"What the fuck!" the other turn his head to where the rock came, he then takes his gun out.
"You think you're funny you little fuck! Show yourself!" He walks towards the corner of the alley, searching for me.
He glanced ahead, sweat coming down his forehead. "Did the asshole leave?" He asked to no one in particular…
As he was inadvertently getting close to me…I come out of my hiding spot and hit him in the head with a pipe that was laying around.
"Gah!" he fell to the ground and I hit him again on the head.
I check that both of them are unconscious and registered them. Thankfully, one of them had the key of the back door.
As I open the door I can hear people talking…
"The boss has already… you know…finished?" A man's voice asked, laced with anxiety.
"No, I think he is still at it…Sick motherfucker" The other said, disgusted.
So he is still 'playing' with him…
I quietly close the door and moved close to them. The stairs were behind them so I had to either knock them out or distract them…
"It's your turn to watch the shop, I'm going upstairs to have a drink."
"Fine, but leave me some scotch or I will kick your fucking ass!"
"Whatever." That said, Thug °1 goes upstairs…leaving thug n°2 alone with me…
"The stuff here is creepy as fuck…no wonder we have no clients…" he muttered, spooked.
When he turned his back on me, it was the moment to attack. I sneak from being and bashed his face on the wall.
"Buh!" before he could react I did it again…
I hid his unmoving body behind the counter of the store.
There weren't any other people on the first floor. I quietly went upstairs, trying to avoid the creaking of the stairs.
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On the second floor, there were a lot of boxes. Wooden cranes whose size varied. There were big, small, large, short and such.
Probably illegal stuff and products for the antique shop…
Do they really take that business seriously?
As I think of irrelevant stuff, I hear someone walking close to me.
I quickly hide behind a couple of boxes.
It was a thug…should I say generic mob?
"Strange… I thought I heard something…" The thug glanced at his surroundings.
He gave a couple more of glances and then went back to his post.
I came out of my hiding place and moved silently, trying to avoid open spaces.
I registered the floor that was like a maze because of the boxes. I was lucky that there only a couple of thugs guarding this floor.
I see what I was looking for…
The fuse box.
I take the device I asked Blade/master_Yoshi23 to make from my bag.
I open the fuse box and put the device inside, close the fuse box and start moving to the stairs.
There was a person watching the stairs…
I make noise behind a box by throwing a rock that was on the floor.
"What the?!" The thug exclaimed and walks towards the source of the noise.
I wasted no time in hiding on the opposite of where I started the noise.
"There is nothing here…" I was behind him.
I kick his posterior knee and wrapped my arm around his neck, holding him in a chokehold.
"Aghh.. ugh…" He tries to free himself but to no avail… he falls asleep while I drop his body onto the floor.
I hide his unconscious body behind a big crate and proceed to the third floor.
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The view is similar to the 2 floor, but there are weapons and guns over and inside the crates.
Odd. With Japan firearms law, it shouldn't be possible possess all of this weaponry…where did they get this?
…There is no time to think about those things.
I note that here are fewer crates and boxes than the previous floor. I can also see a door… according to the blueprint, is a bathroom.
I move quietly from place to place, avoiding the little light this place has. Shadows are my friends…the only ones I have.
2 people were in front of a crate, one of them with a shotgun.
"Wow, look at this baby!" He exclaimed with awe, eyeing the shotgun as if it was some kind of prize.
"Hey! Be careful with that fucking thing!" The other one yelled at him scared, trying to calm his pal down.
It seems that they are playing with some kind of new supply…again odd. I passed them while hiding behind a table and headed for the 3rd floor.
Or I supposed to…
I saw a person walking down stairs so I stayed in my hiding place. I peered over my spot to watch who it is.
"What the fuck are you two doing?!" The newcomer shouted, making the two thugs wince. It's tone implied that he had some kind of authority.
"Ow shit!" The thug put the shotgun in the crate but it was too late. He already screwed it up.
"You idiots, who gave you permission to touch the new weaponry?!" It seems that he was some kind of lieutenant or something…
Judging the body language of the two thugs and the tone he used, it's obvious that he was someone who gives orders in the gang.
"N-Nothing, we were just… checking if the stuff was…real!" Thug #1 tried to play it cool.
"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking cunts!" Lieutenant angrily yelled.
"Yes, sir!" "Aye!" the both of them went upstairs not before cowering in fear and evading the glare the lieutenant was giving to them. He reminds me of Hiratsuka-sensei…
"Those idiots…" The lieutenant was alone…Neat. "Guh!"
I pinned him on the floor.
"What the-?!" He could finish his sentence because of the fist that crashed on his face.
I punched him over and over…until he was knocked out.
I stuffed him in a big crate that was open and headed to the fourth floor.
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"Hey pass me another beer!" "You cheater! There is no way that you could have full house" "Fuck yeah! Another chapter of SNAFU!"
I can hear the conversation and yell pass the door in front of me. I peered over the opened door.
There were at least 16 people in the room.
There were no blind spots or hiding places that I could use.
In no way possible I would be able to sneak undetected in front of all these people.
I took out my cellphone and searched in my list of contacts…
"…There it is." I muttered and dialed the number…
And wait…
Wait for it…
A rather muffled sound can be heard in the distance…
Then…
Everything went black.
"What the?!" "The light is gone!?" "Someone go check the fucking fuse box!" "NOOOOOO, I was downloading GTA V!"
I hear the surprised and angered yelling of the thugs.
What I asked Blade/Master_Yoshi23 to make was a small IED (Improvised Explosive Device) that could be detonated remotely.
I was confident that I could perfectly sneak from the first to the 3 floor without being detected because of the bad illumination and the few people patrolling.
The problem was on the fourth floor where the majority of the gang is located.
There, the illumination was bright and there were absolutely no blinds spots.
I needed to be invisible if I wanted to make it through without alarming anyone.
Then… an idea flashed in my head.
I can't make me invisible…what about taking other's vision?
The fourth floor has no windows.
If there was the possibility of a blackout…
I placed the IED in the fuse box located on the second floor and went up. The number I dialed would activate the IED on it, destroying the fuse box and taking the light…
I could be invisible.
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I wait for the one designated to check the fuse box come at the door
Then…
I hit him in the back of the head and catch him before he drops to the floor, avoiding the noise he would make.
I left him seated in a corner of the entrance and went inside the room.
It was absolutely pitch black.
There were thuds and noises, probably because of the people were crashing into the nearby objects.
I take my time… I mustn't make a single noise.
I dribbled and dodged the tables, chairs, and people…
I then quietly open the door leading to the fifth floor…
The end of the road.
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*A couple of minutes before the blackout*
In an enclosed room were two people.
In a table were numerous devices and instruments.
Knives and saws of different shapes and sizes, scalps, acids, ropes and strings, brass knuckles.
There was also a bucket of water and a chainsaw in a corner.
Torture instruments.
A man in his forties, with black hair and a few white strains, was scribbling notes. He had a bored look on his face.
Hanamura Teruki.
He was wearing surgical gloves that were covered in blood and a gray, disheveled shirt, also covered with blood.
"Interesting… So this how much you bleed if I cut one of your feet off…" He muttered, an insane glint sparkling in his otherwise, dull eyes.
The other one was strapped in a chair emitting muffled sounds.
He was a man in his 30s with brown hair and glasses.
He was wearing a black shirt with a tie on his neck.
He was covered in blood and with a foot missing.
"Why…Why are you doing this?" The man in the chair asked desperately.
"Isn't interesting? How much punishment can the human body take?" Teruki answered with emotion "The power of the mind?"
"W…What gives…you the…right of doi…ng this?!" The man yelled…or at least tried to
"The moment you borrowed money." Teruki replied with disinterest "And you couldn't pay it"
He smiled gleefully "Was the moment you became my property." He looked at the man with disdain "It was your fault, not mine"
"Yo…u Monster" The man replied lifelessly.
Teruki wonders if he should use the chainsaw as the next experiment
Then…
Everything went black.
"What?" Teruki asked to no one.
"The lights again…" He said annoyed.
It wasn't the first time that the light fails…He could swear the fucking building was going down piece by piece.
"I wouldn't want to interrupt the close moment we are having now, so I will be right back!" he exclaimed with a dark grin on his face
He exited the room.
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It was pitch black with the exception of the windows with illuminance from outside
"Where did I left the candles?"
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"There they are!" Teruki then lighted up one of the candles.
"With this…" he couldn't finish his sentence.
Maybe because his attention was stolen…
By the pictures.
A young, blonde man, a red-haired woman, a man in his thirties wearing a suit.
A gambler, a florist and a father of a family.
"Those are…"
"Sanada Akio, Hanasaki Hanabi and Kawakami Hikari." A voice could be heard from him.
"What the…?!" he couldn't turn because something grabbed his throat.
"Agah!"
He then was thrown to the side, where he crashed a glass table of the living room.
"Son of a bitch!" Teruki grabbed a knife and lunged towards the attacker.
Only to pass through air.
"What!?" he looked to all sides, trying to locate the little bastard.
He couldn't see anything. To every side he looked…
It was pitch black.
He then felt something in his throat again…
He then started to losing air…
He was being strangled.
"Ah…hah…" He was fighting for air. Pointlessly trying everything in his power to breathe air.
Who…
"Look at yourself… how does it feel?" The voice asked with mockery in his voice. "I wonder if you got to research strangling."
He let the rope loose, barely enough to keep him alive. "Asphyxiation by strangling is the compression of the neck that may lead to unconsciousness or death by causing an increasingly hypoxic state in the brain, though by using ligature strangling, an incomplete occlusion of the carotid arteries is expected and the victim may struggle for a period of time, with unconsciousness typically occurring in 10 to 15 seconds." The voice explained as if he was reading it. "So if you want to say something, say it now."
"Who… the fuck are…you!" Teruki snarled at his aggressor, gritting his teeth.
"Well… this will be your last moment so may as well answer your question…" Teruki Shuddered…
The voice sounded young…and was cold and distant. Devoid of any hint of emotion in his tone.
"No one special." He replied. "This is going to be the last moment of your life so it doesn't really matter if I answer you."
"Son of…a …bitch!" Teruki snarled at the person.
"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't." the voice sounded indifferent.
"Ahh…. gah" Teruki was fighting to free himself…
But his aggressor was strong.
"You are a monster."
"So…are you!" He used his last breath to spat his reply.
"I am." the voice didn't waste time in answering. "Probably will go to hell for this…but one day, all of this will worth it."
"hah…" Teruki was losing consciousness, he could feel dizziness.
"I don't have much time so I'm going to make this short and sweet." the rope tightens around his neck.
"Ah!" Teruki gasped, his hands on the rope around his neck, desperately trying to free himself but to no avail.
He was losing air quickly.
He sensed how the world was spinning around.
He was getting dizzy and saliva was coming out from his mouth.
Then…
Everything went black…
Again.
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After I finished with Teruki, I went to the room where he came out.
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There he was… the idiot who couldn't pay his bills.
It seems that his left foot was severed and he was brutally beaten….
Yet he is still alive.
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I take the phone off a nearby table… I suppose it was from Teruki and dialed a number
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"Hello, this is 110, what is your emergency?"
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*Yawn* I'm sleepy.
I went downstairs and greeted my family that was having breakfast…
I was wearing my pajamas.
Or at least, the only one who was present.
"Good morning Onii-chan!" My little sister greeted me in a cheerful fashion, as she always does.
"Morning!" I replied. "What's for breakfast?"
"There is no breakfast for you Onii-chan!" She answered. "It's 7:50."
"…What?!" What the hell?!
I overslept?!
When I have a class with Hiratsuka Sensei at the first hour?!
I don't want to hear a one-hour length sermon!
I went upstairs and brushed my teeth, changed into my school uniform and went downstairs.
"I was kidding! Of course, Komachi made you brea-Uh?!" Komachi exclaimed.
"What?" She narrowed her eyes at me like she was scanning me or something.
"…Nothing."
We were having breakfast while listening to the TV.
"In other news…Police made a grim discovery at an antique shop." I listened to the news.
"It seems that the antique shop was a smoke screen for an illegal business. Also, they discovered barely alive one of their victims, Suzuhito Takumi, a teacher and father of two kids, in a torture room located on the fifth floor." So they found him alive…
"Please stay tuned for more information" I turned off the TV
"To think these kind of things are happening." Komachi said worried "And closer than we think."
"You think?" I replied disinterestedly while chewing my toast.
"Onii chan, you don't look worried at all." she looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Of course not, why should I worry about strangers?" I simply answered. I have enough with worrying about my family.
"There you go again with your misanthropy…" She replied, with an annoyed tone.
"And also… if someone dares to do harm to you or mom…will receive a beating from me!" and a possible visit from Mr. Knife.
"What about dad?"
"Who is this…'dad' you're talking about?" Do we have something like that? Could she be referring to Kamakura-sama?
"Mahh…" she made a troubled face, a sweat drop on her forehead.
"I'm late Komachi, I will be going ahead." I stood up and grabbed my bag.
"Uh." she nodded "have a good day, Onii-chan!" she waved at me with a smile on her face.
"You too." I waved back with a small smile and left my home.
Be careful fo OVNIS. They can steal your hamburgers!