The news report painted a grim picture: forty policemen brutally slaughtered, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. Witnesses described the killer as a mysterious figure clad in black spandex, wielding dual black swords and escaping on a powerful motorcycle.The police were on high alert, attributing the massacre to the notorious assassin known as Black Heart."...The Commissioner of Police has vowed to apprehend the perpetrator," the news anchor continued, before the TV screen flickered to black.I tossed the remote onto the couch cushion, already knowing the details. Hollow Reaper, my reliable informant, had briefed me on the next target: Mr. Stanley Kubrick, a college professor.My plan was simple: infiltrate Kubrick's office and eliminate him discreetly, avoiding the spectacle of my previous hit.As I turned on the shower, I thought back to the day of my wedding, I could have sworn things were finally going to be perfect for me, only for Fate to fuck it all up for me.*Ring*
As I turned to leave the office, I urged the frightened girl, "You should go before someone arrives."But she grasped my arm, her eyes pleading. "Take me with you," she implored, her voice trembling. "I want to be like you."Her words caught me off guard. I had expected anger, accusations – not admiration."Murderer," she should have said. "You'll pay for your crimes." Or, "Wait for the police, you can't escape."Instead, her sparkly eyes shone with a mix of desperation and fascination.My hardened heart softened slightly, sensing the pain behind her words. She had likely suffered at the hands of ruthless lecturers, forging a steely resolve.But my path wasn't hers to follow. Blood and knives wouldn't heal her scars. She needed love, care, and protection – not the darkness I embodied.“Sorry to bust your bubbles, but I can't” I replied and tried to shake off her hand from my arm, surprisingly it didn't budge.“Please. I have no one else. I am an orphan and I work hard to take care of
As we entered the station, a police officer approached, his expression neutral. Hollow Reaper and I wore identical black facemasks, concealing our lower faces."Can I assist you gentlemen?" he asked, unaware of the true nature of our visit.Risky took the lead, his voice smooth. "Our friend was robbed on his way home from work. He's deaf and dumb, so we're here to file a personal complaint with the chief."A thousand naira notes discreetly changed hands, and the officer's demeanor shifted. His grin revealed a willingness to cooperate."Follow me, please," he said, leading us to the chief's office with an air of obsequiousness.Upon arrival, he announced our presence, his voice deferential. "Sir, three gentlemen wish to speak with you privately."“Okay. Let them in if they're really important.” his voice boomed from inside the office. The officer nodded and opened the door wide enough for us to go in. Then he saluted the chief and left.“Take a seat and tell me how I may be of help to
Vengeance can consume even the most calculated villains, transforming them into monsters. But I'm different. My descent into darkness was deliberate.From the outset, my quest for revenge was never simple. I had a purpose – to unleash the demon wolf within, suppressed for far too long.To set it free, I required a thousand souls, taken by my own hands. Cold calculation, not madness, drove me.No pity stirred within me for these hypocrites: corrupt justice advocates, the nine betrayers, and my deceitful mate. Their treachery ignited an inferno of rage.As fury coursed through my veins, my breath grew scorching, hotter than lava. Darkness seeped into my being, manifesting as tiny, slithering snakes.My transformation had begun.“Humanity doesn't deserve a savior... Humanity deserves ultimate extinction.” my voice sounded distorted. I could feel wetness around my hands and blood seeped from my lips.I slaughtered the policemen like cattle, I must have dropped my sword somewhere but who c
As I entered the meeting hall, the Killer-Wolves Elites sprang to their feet, their unified greeting echoing through the room. "GOOD DAY, BOSS!"I acknowledged their salute with a nod. "Take your seats."My attention shifted to Elixir, the sole woman among the elite ranks. Her poised demeanor caught my eye, and I reviewed her performance stats. Impressive."Elixir," I began, my gaze locked onto hers. "Your numbers are exceptional. Tell me, what drives your success?"ELIXIRName: Elizabeth ChristopherAge: 25Race: HumanStrength: 75Speed: 75Control: 80Skills: (Master swordsman, Master gunslinger, Master invincibility).“You really have worked hard my dear Elixir, I'm proud of you.” I said smiling.“Its all thanks to your grace and care Boss.” she blushed. I could also see she's become more beautiful as her skin is now well toon and smooth. It's so far from the rough faced girl I saw two weeks ago. With her skills, I'm sure she will be the perfect honey trap. Hehehehehe.“Boss, Lawr
I entered the fray, surveying the chaotic landscape. Starlet and Hollow Reaper had the police force bottled up, their escape routes severed. Slashed tires and strategically placed shokuren ensured no one escaped unscathed.The policemen, battered and exhausted, futilely unleashed bullets that ricocheted off the Killer-Wolves Elite (KWE) vests. Crafted from rare Black iron ore and Milthril ore, these vests were virtually indestructible – except against lightning and laser beams.Yet, as I watched, my empathy remained dormant. Lawrence's words still seared my mind, fueling an unrelenting rage.The cries of the trapped officers, the desperation in their eyes, only stoked my fury. I felt no mercy, no remorse.GRRH! A snarl escaped my mouth, that was the cue for the demonic system in me to act. I rushed towards the nearest policeman, he was already injured by the shokuren and was applying bandage on his injured arm. He jerked away as I suddenly appeared in front of him, he was a step too l
A month had passed since I last pursued my vendetta. Instead, I dedicated myself to fortifying the KWE organization, transforming it into a formidable force. Our ranks had swelled to an impressive 4,000 members, necessitating a strategic restructuring to maximize efficiency.To achieve this, I established specialized sectors, each led by trusted and skilled leaders: Hollow Reaper, with his unparalleled expertise in cybersecurity and surveillance, commanded the Tech sector. His team ensured our digital presence remained undetectable and our communications encrypted. Lord Keal, Kim Demon, and Death Vector formed the nucleus of the Gunslinger group. These elite snipers had earned their reputation on the battlefield, demonstrating unwavering accuracy and precision. Starlet (Ajuruchi Samuel), a master swordsman with unmatched agility, led the Swordsman group. Her unit excelled in close combat, employing tactics honed through rigorous training. Elixir (Elizabeth Christopher), my trusted all
The armory echoed with the deliberate clicks of guns being loaded and cocked, a symphony of lethal preparation. My initial plan to take down Alhaji alone had been overtaken by events. The government, determined to thwart my vendetta, had deployed a formidable force.Two hundred soldiers, they thought, would be enough to stop me? Amusing.In the past, such opposition would have given me pause, prompting weeks of strategic planning. But times had changed. I now commanded an army, the KWE mercenary guild.Our gunslinger group had evolved into a finely-tuned machine, divided into smaller, elite units we called Platoons. Each consisted of: Thirty skilled foot soldiers. One tech-savvy communicator, One seasoned platoon commanderDeploying a single, well-trained Platoon alongside me to eliminate Alhaji seemed excessive, almost extravagant. Yet, I reveled in the prospect.The more souls that fell during this vengeful hunt, the closer I drew to my ultimate goal. Blood would flow, and I would b