Celestial Speed: Legacy-Chapter 45: Compassionate Scar
Inside a large warehouse, that was filled with various containers which were filled with God knows. A figure stood tall and merciless, his glock pointing at some other figures that were kneeling just in front of him and begging for mercy. They were all men, 5 in number and they were shivering at the presence of the figure.
-"Please don’t kill me! I promise to pay the money before the end of the month!" one of the man pleaded, he was basically weeping already.
-"He’s right! I promise to pay as well, just give me a week grace," another man said
The figure just scoffed. "Look, I’m not here to make deals and scare you, that’s shadow’s job. My job is to execute the debtor and traitors, so sowie!" he stated in a playful expression, a smile drawn across his face, his gun still pointed at them.
The men all sighed in their hearts, the person in front of them seemed to be the fun type, maybe they could reason with him, or perhaps...
BANG!
The sound of a bullet firing through the air resounded through the entire warehouse. The men were suprised, they didn’t know where the sound had come from, but suddenly the first man on the right fell flat on the floor, blood pouring out of his neck. He was dead for sure.
The remaining men’s faces froze, it all happened so fast. One minute the figure was smiling like a clown, but now he was grinning like a psycho, white smoke coming out of the pistol. He had killed one of them without warning.
They were shocked and at the same time felt a chill run down their spine. But that wasn’t the most stunning part of the whole situation, it was the fact that the figure who was about to send them to the afterlife was merely a teenager, a sixteen year old boy with a scar made of black paint running vertically across his left eye.
"Told you it’s my job, besides didn’t y’all mothers tell you not to take drugs, huh?" he muttered, then brushed his hand across his short brown hair. "Alright let’s get this over with, shall we?"
-"Please, i just got married! I pro... "
BANG!
The sound of the gun echoed again, and the bullet pierced the man’s head, interrupting his plea for mercy.
"Boring! No one cares about marriage this days, it’s single life and baby mama season!" the boy exclaimed with a smug expression.
Then he glanced at the other three men and sighed. "You really all should have paid Falcone’s money, crack and rizzla are very rare during election periods you know," he muttered and pulled the trigger again, ending the third man’s life.
"Please... please i... things are just so hard," the fourth man pleaded with cry
The boy paused and dropped his gun in shock, he carried an expression of pity and sympathy. He walked over to the man and crouched down, he leaned in closer to the man’s ear
"I feel your pain but... You should have sticked to molly," he whispered and immediately a slash was heard.
The man’s eye widened in shock and horror as he gasped for air but he couldn’t breathe nor speak, his throat had been slit. He gripped his neck as blood flowed out endlessly and dropped dead.
"He really should have sticked with ecstasy or Lsd, i mean, how can you purchase something and not pay! It’s so babaric, and that is why I don’t take morphine, it’s so expensive," he said as he cleaned his knife with the now dead man’s shirt. This was an habit he was already used to.
"Oh yeah! That’s leaves you," he stated and stood up on his feet.
"I believe you were the one who wanted to get clean?" he asked, picking up his pistol and reloading it with another set of bullets.
But the man remained quiet, he hadn’t spoken a word since he was brought to the warehouse, he just stayed on a spot, silent and unmoving.
The boy raised his eyebrow "Huh? Are you a mute? Or is the crack already fucking with your vocal chords?" he muttered
"I have been clean for one year now, don’t insult me with that," the man finally spoke
"Haha, so you do speak! I was starting to think you were some knock off silent bob or perhaps a human version of groot," the boy snickered with a small chuckle.
"I did all i did for my family, and I regret nothing!" the man voiced out
The boy frowned. "Hmm? A family hero i see, but sadly this isn’t a cliche, it’s real life," he muttered with a cold voice and pointed his gun towards the man.
He was about to pull the trigger when a phone suddenly rang out, but it wasn’t he’s. The ringing was coming from the man’s pocket.
The boy signaled for the man to deal with it, and the man nodded. He brought the phone out and checked who it was, and on seeing the name the man immediately answered the call, not caring much for the messenger of death standing above him.
"Stacy! Dear God i... i thought i would never hear your voice again," the man spoke into the phone, his voice wavering and filled with emotions.
The boy raised his eyebrow and then frowned, this man was about to die and yet he spends his last moments speaking to some stacy!
The boy tightened his grip on the gun and was going to shoot the man, but something stopped him. It was the voice that responded from the other end of the transmission.
"Daddy! What’s going on? Mum says your dinner would get cold,"
It was the voice of a little girl, very soft and cute. She couldn’t be older than five years.
"Daddy where are you?" the girl asked again, panic visible in her voice.
The man sighed and clenched his fist. "Look stacy, I might not come home tonight, but I love you okay! Don’t wait out for me, go to bed and i promise to be with you at all times," he said
The girl immediately teared up on the other end. "Dad! What’s going to happen to you? Why are you saying this? You’re not... going to die... are you?" she said, her voice filled with many emotions.
Both the man and the boy were surprised with what the girl had said, she was so on point and it was pretty smart for a five year old.
"I... I’m so sorry! I love you stacy! Remember that," he muttered and quickly ended the call
"Please! Get it over and done with, i don’t want to live this pain. Do it now!" he voiced out, glaring at the boy who just stood there with a sad and sympathetic expression, but there was something different this time. He felt pain as well
"Was that really your daughter?" he asked
"Yes... she is," the man replied
The boy chuckled. "She’s really smart for her age," he said
"Yeah, she got it from me... i guess," the man replied with a sadistic smile
The boy faced the ground below him, memories of both his father and mother flashing in his eyes, he stood like that for a few minutes before gaining composure again.
He wiped off the little tear that had managed to accumulate in his eye and smiled. "Well, i hope you smart enough to keep her safe from the dangers of the world," he muttered and turned around, seemingly about to leave
The man’s eye widened with shock and disbelief. He knew what this meant but he had to be sure
"You... you’re letting me go?" he asked
The boy who was already walking away paused in his tracks. "I’ll advise you get out of the city and remain off the grid for atleast a year before returning. After today, they won’t bother to look for you anymore... ha, they might not even remember your face, but to play safe... just leave," he said and continued walking.
The man couldn’t believe his ears, the merciless, cold-blooded killer had just spared his life and it was because he heard his daughter’s voice.
"Thank you so much for this!" he yelled, gratitude visible in his voice. "And I’m sorry for the loss of your parents," he said, knowing that this 16 year old kid was just a broken child lost to the world.
The boy stopped again and smiled. "Just be a good father, and leave before someone sees you." he muttered and left the warehouse. What he had just done could be considered unfair as he didn’t know if the men he had actually killed had children as well but he didn’t care and just considered it as them not having luck.
The boy walked away from the area and headed towards a small bar, but before he entered, his phone rang and he picked it up and answered.
"Boss," he spoke
"Haha! My boy, is it done?" a thick voice was heard from the other end. It was that of a man in his late forties.
"Yes, they are all dead," he replied
"Good good, i knew i could count on you. You have just earned yourself more recognition from me boy," the man said before laughing heartily.
"Hmm, i hope you enjoy yourself in the Bahamas boss," the boy muttered
The man laughed again. "Hahaha, i sure will. You will receive something from me before the next hour, take it as a good job reward. You eliminate people that those older than you don’t even have the guts to, you are my prized possession scar," he stated
"You are too generous boss Falcone, i am forever grateful," Scar replied
"Alright you have a good one kid," Falcone said before ending the call.
The boy put his phone back into his pocket and took a long breath. "I don’t turn children into orphans, especially those with good parents." Henry muttered to himself before entering the bar.
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Henry was still staring at the sonic with a surprised expression, he didn’t know what to do in this kind of situations. The beast wasn’t just pregnant but there were several activities happening in her womb as well, she was in labour.
"What is the first thing about delivering a baby beast? I’m not a fucking vet! Wait is this even possible, there’s nothing on the internet that said anything about Galactic beasts reproducing," he pondered in his mind
"But I guess it only make sense that they do, afterall magical beasts do so as well,"
Henry looked at the beast with a solemn expression, he was only trying to deliver the beast’s child because it was obvious that she couldn’t, she had lost a lot of blood and therefore doesn’t have any energy for a delivery and her healing didn’t seem to be working that much.
But the main reason Henry wanted to deliver the cub was because it was profitable for him, he already had great plans for the unborn beast and it involved nurturing it till it became an A-Rank beast or higher and then taking the crystal. It was a simple breeding plan with no complications.
And besides the beast didn’t seem to growl at him anymore, which meant that she probably trusted him already. Afterall he had ’Saved’ her from a group of miscreants, and Henry was happy to help.
"What exactly I’m i supposed to do now?" he looked into the beast’s eyes, she was breathing slowly and unmoving.
"Just hang in there," he muttered and began thinking of various ways to deliver a child. Which brings us to why Henry was in a hurry, this was because if the beast died, after a few seconds it would disintegrate and if the baby is still inside her, it might die and disintegrate as well.
Henry pondered and pondered but came up with nothing, he browsed the internet and read many articles in seconds, but still found nothing.
"I’m sorry," he sighed and sat beside the beast. He didn’t realize it but he had completely forgotten why he wanted to save the child, he just felt the need to.
"I should kill you now and just get it over with, end your suffering and probably earn some exp, but... i have a code." Henry muttered as he stared into the sonic’s eye. They were filled with determination and struggle, a strong will to live.
Henry had a sad expression when he saw this, he felt helpless and he didn’t know what to do. He glanced across the beast’s body and chuckled.
"You could have made a nice partner, someone to test my speed limit with," he smiled
"But... Wait!" Henry paused as his gaze landed on the beast’s stomach, he suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"Of course! Who says beasts can’t undergo a cesarean section!" he exclaimed and quickly replaced his sword with a dagger.
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A/Q: Hola guys, thanks for all your support and for reading this far. So the first scene of this Chapter was a flashback of Henry in his past life, well at least I would be incorporating a few flashbacks as well to explain how Henry or Scar actually lived his life and why he is a Ruthless psycho killer.
PS: We’re almost entering the Academy arc, as well as the arc that talks about other celestials, Stay Tuned!
Gracias!
