Ok. I kinda figured out how my schedule works. I post 1 to 2 chapters and then I take 1 or 2 days off. It's to stave off getting burnt out and allows me to think better of how I want the story to go.

ok here's the chapter

The warehouse was frozen. No one was moving. Minds were blank as people took in the current scenario. At least until the cape in the Black coat and cat mask spoke.

"I'll do my best to make sure none of you die, but no tears will be shed if another one of you Nazi fucks dies to my sword." The man wiped the bloody blade on his left arm sleeve. He spoke once more. "Now you will let that group of people that you have captured. And maybe, just maybe your families will have their fathers and sons and brothers still after this night."

No one spoke until Victor spoke up.

"You walk into this warehouse, kill one of my men and threaten 16 people and a cape." He brought up the gun he was holding, an assault rifle. He scoffed. "You are going to die and these blacks are going to die right after. Your nothing."

The rest of the E88 grunts lifted their weapons to point at the black clad cape. The shuffling of clothes and the click of guns having the safety removed echoed out in the room. The hostages whimpering as they realized that help was not going to come and they were about to see their would be saviour die.

The puppet dodged behind cover with super human finesse as lead was unloaded in his direction. Quickly he moved towards another spot of cover as the wall quickly got shredded by the hail storm of bullets.

Very quickly guns ran out of ammo and the holders of the firearms had to start reloading. That's when the puppet struck.

Jumping out cover Romeo shot his hook into a hand gun wielding nook who screamed as he was impaled and pulled towards his certain doom. Blood covered the puppet as it bisected the man and kicked the body towards the shocked crowd.

"What the fuck!"

"Holy shit!"

Running into the crowd of shook nazis Romeo pulled his arm back and pulverized a man's head. By now Guns we're reloaded and flight or fight instincts were activated as the very real threat was in the middle of them.

"FUCKING KILL HIM!!!"

The sentiment was echoed as guns were discharged in the direction of the puppet. Two poor fools were shredded by the bullets as the puppet dodged out of the way of most of the fire.

Sparks came of the figure as some bullets hit and grazed the figure. The impacts hardly effecting the nimble figure as it made its way to cover once more.

One by one guns clicked as they were emptied and people realized they dumped all their ammo into thin air.

"Fuck!"

"Shit, shit, SHIT!"

Various exclamations echoed as people realized they had used up all their ammo in their panic, not thinking to bring much to an initiation.

Heads spun as they tried to find the only friendly cape they had. But finding no one who marched the description. Dread filled stomachs as the only person who could stand against the menace they currently faced.

"Where's Victor?"

"He ran."

Gazes focused on the figure emerging from the cover it had hid in.

"Now how much more people have to die so that eight hostages can be freed." The puppet walked closer towards the shrunken group that had gone from sixteen strong to twelve. Not a large difference, but the death of four individuals had a large impact.

"Fuck man, let us go." One grunt spoke as he threw his weapon to the ground.

"I'm not the one holding hostages. Let them go and you all get to live another day."

Quickly the eight hostages were untied by the would be executioners.

"There! Can we go now!"

The figure stood still as they tilted their head to the side. People paled as the masked figure seemed to decide what to do with their lives. Sweat caked foreheads and hairs raised. Silent prayers were said as people came face to face with their possible death.

"Go."

People jumped, but as soon as they processed the word they ran out the building leaving the figure with the eight ex-hostages.

Now. What to do.

Romeo

I once again thanked my masters forgetfulness to make monitoring equipment for when I went on these trials and missions. If he had seen what I had done here he would most certainly know I was not a puppet with no free will.

I had acted out of line. Killing five people when I should have kept all of them alive. But-

"Thank you."

I startled as I looked up from the ground. Facing me was an elderly black man with grey hair. He spoke again.

"If it weren't for you all of us would be dead. My family would be dead." He placed his hand on my shoulder and I looked at where he touched me. A kind smile graced his face.

"That was the first time you killed somebody. Eh?" He had a knowing glint in his eyes.

"No. But it doesn't make it easy to."

He stared at me silently.

"Keep that." He stared at where my eyes were in the mask and locked eyes with me. "Keep that guilt. Keep it. It makes us human to realize the weight of human loss. It keeps us human."

"huh?"

Something reacted in my chest. A kind of bump that quickly faded as though it weren't ever there.

"Grandpa don't say stuff like that!"

A teen girl ran up towards the elderly man and I finally took the time to look at the rest of the hostages. All of them looked similar.

"Family."

The old man smiled at me.

"Yes you saved us all. My family. And I'm eternally thankful to you for that. If you find yourself in need of help or shelter find us. We'll help."

"Dad." A woman's voice sounded out as she came closer and looked at the old man warningly. "You don't do that with strangers."

She looked at me with gratitude but also distrust.

"Thank you truly, but I don't want anymore of this nonsense around my family."

I nodded. Understanding the sentiment.

"Of course. I understand." I left to go but hesitated. "Should I call the police?"

The woman shook her head.

"My son found his phone and already called. The police are on their way." She continued. "However I think you should go now. People don't take kindly to you capes killing."

"Of course."

With nothing else I walked t the building and escaped into the night.

But why would Victor run so quickly?

Ok I had originally meant for Romeo to fight Victor, but then I thought of something else that I think will work better.

Have a good one

CagedManFaust