Metro City. 11:35PM.
Metro City. A city still filled with crime even on a cold, chilly night. A Friday night at that. While the criminal element like the Mad Gear Gang and the Skull Cross Gang were continuing to their ways, in the good and honest parts of Metro City were good regular everyday people. Whether it be going to their jobs or getting home to their families, the people of this city could walk or drive at night knowing that things were okay and they would be safe. However...one person as of now was not safe. Safe in this instance was not even the proper word of vocabulary to describe his situation...
In the deep bowels of the underground city subway where even the worst of the worst would take refuge, the sound of pure blood curdling screams. It echoes but there is nobody to hear them. Nobody to call out and answer to his suffering. Nobody to recuse him. A poor soul that as of now is going through the horrors of such inhuman actions. The screams becoming more excruciating and agonizing. The unfortunate victim making whimpering and murmuring cries for mercy to be heeded, but his tormentor doesn't stop, listen, or even speak.
The shadows conceal the unknown interrogator, who stabs the helpless victim who was already pinned to the wall with countless knives in the shoulder blades, arms, hands, and one through the Talus's of both feet. Crucified. The newest stab wound now was at the victim's chest, but instead of simply pulling it out, the vicious tormenter simply slices the sufferer's chest, cutting deeper from the left, slowly, painfully, agonizingly all the way to the right, creating a massive opening wound only to stop at the heart. But...it was only the beginning. The knife wielder then digs even further close to the heart, causing the sufferer to scream louder as he feels his heart about to be carved and plucked out!
?: WHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?
The man screamed to his tormenter, and into the air, pleading and begging why this was happening. The victim's identity is now shown when the silent tormenter grabs his quivering and bloody face hard. It was none other than Rolento, the former associate of the Mad Gear Gang. He was at the mercy of whomever this individual was. What vendetta did he have against Rolento to do such things to him like this? His answer was given when his victimizer inches closer to him. Rolento with fear and dread in his eyes, he sees the man fully now. Standing before Rolento is a man who is wearing a tactical-militia uniform that resembles S.W.A.T. gear, but also features a symbol of a sliced scorpion on the back of his black Tactical Multi-Threat Vest Level IIIA. Rolento also sees that the man wears a black oral Continuous Positive Airway Pressure mask, and has a short blonde hair parted at the fringe.
But what caught his eyes and struck him dead in his core, the thing that sent a tingling chill down the spine of Rolento...was the mystery man's very own eyes. Unsettling, permanently shell-shocked blue eyes. That paralyzing, unnerving, and deranged leer. A reminder of the Thousand-Yard Stare. Rolento trembled, but nothing would prepare him for what his eyes would see next as the unknown man slowly uses his other hand to his own face and starts to remove his airway mask!
Rolento: !?
Whatever the sight Rolento was witnessing in front of him, it was only unfortunately for him, and him alone to see. Too terrified to even try and respond at the man's face, he could only shudder! But then...getting a good look at his eyes again, Rolento...remembered! Those same blue eyes!
Rolento: ...Y...Y...You...!?
The silent assailant doesn't answer. He then puts his mask back on, letting the mysterious image of his face that Rolento's vision caught stay burned in his mind for...how little minutes or seconds of his life he would have of it. Rolento shakes his head franticly, but the deadly man would hear none of it as then in seconds...the sound of Rolento's flesh is cut deeper with the knife that carved his chest, only now does the man go through with tearing and scooping his victim's heart out of him completely! The former Mad Gear's mid-scream is then stopped after the artery is ripped out, leaving him to only gasp and wheeze as blood squirts from inside his mouth!
Rolento, with his vision becoming blurry, near at death, he barely can see the man with his very heart in his hand. But then, the man unsheathes a concealed hidden blade from the right side arm, and looks at Rolento, motioning the blade to the side.
?: ...My comrades...are waiting for you...to tear you apart...in Hell.
That's the first and only sentence that the man tells Rolento who was still barely alive to hear every word. But it was then...with the long hidden blade, in one blinding fast motion...
SLASH!
Rolento's throat is cut and blood squirts out, but the man then grabs the hair of Rolento, and with all his strength pulls it as the flesh from his neck rips apart, violently tearing off Rolento's head from his body! The crucified body of Rolento goes limp as the unknown man's wrist blade sheathes back into place, with Rolento's heart and head both in his grasp.
?: ...My revenge isn't sated. Not until...I find him.
And the man then walks away, but only with Rolento's head and disappears into the darkness as Rolento's impaled and dead crucified body remains behind in solitary display, with his heart is now in the center of his chest.
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Hello guys! I'm getting back to try and make more chapters for this story. I had a whole chapter to post once before but sadly, I had to factory reset my PC last year which costed me all of my stories I was looking to continue and complete. But, with new motivation, I wanted to make clear that I plan to show off my creative mind when writing for the SF3 character, Doctrine Dark.
I'm gonna let the first part be a short chapter for now, like in a movie where it goes from a scene into a title card. But, God-willing, I plan on getting to try and deliver more good stories on my part. Please and thank you all for your time. :)
