Chapter 7: Killing Machine
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Earlier, At the Hale Mansion
???
I won't kill you. But he's coming.
That man points his index finger down to the floor.
In front of the house entrance.
A car parks, just outside the door.
Derek Martin
Boss, we're here.
*gets out of the car*
Dylan Hale
*gets out too*
*puts on his gloves*
Allison Argent
*gets out too*
*puts on gloves*
Why the gloves? You'll know later.
All of them went to the basement as soon as they got out the car.
The door creeks and opens up.
???
*turns around*
*sees them coming*
Derek and Allison walking behind him.
Dylan Hale
*walks to the Italian*
While walking, Dylan takes out the knife he took before coming.
As soon as he reaches in front of the Italian.
Italian 2
AGHHHH!!!!
SHUSHHSUSHHS!!!
Dylan cuts one of his eye by slicing on over his eyebrows to this cheeks.
The pain surging throughout that man made him yell for death.
Italian 2
*falls unconscious*
???
Haha! Told you! *chuckles*
Dylan Hale
*looks at him*
Jeremy, shut up.
Jeremy Wolf
Aww, daddy is mad?
Jeremy Wolf
Alright, I'll stop!!
*pouts*
A living killing machine.
He was an underground freestyle boxer, and killed every opponent in every boxing match.
He has tattoos all over his arms and his neck.
Emotions? Nah, he doesn't have them.
He has a kink for keeping records of how many he has killed until the present. Exact number of people who were killed by his own hands.
Dylan took him in when he was 17. Just like Allison, he was saved.
But, he still acts childish, and is a crazy b*stard. More like, he's always high and adrenaline rushes through him when he sees blood.
Italian 1
Signore! Per favore, ci dia un po' di tempo!!
(Sir! Please give us sometime!!)
Italian 2
*lying down*
*unconscious because blood loss*
Derek Martin
Jeremy, check if he's dead.
That's right, when you've killed so many. It's not hard to differentiate them into living or dead.
Jeremy Wolf
*smiles*
So I can have him, right?
Dylan Hale
*ignores*
*walks to other Italian*
Italian 1
*scared*
*looking down*
Dylan Hale
*grabs his hair*
*makes him look up to him*
Dylan Hale
Quanto tempo dovrei darti?
(How much time should I give you?)
Dylan Hale
E non erano soldi tuoi, erano miei.
(And it wasn't your money, it was mine.)
As he was talking, Dylan puts his knife on his ears, slicing from the earlobe, and going towards his chin.
Dragging it deep, and slitting apart his skin.
Italian 1
AHHH!!! UGHHH!!!!
*whimpering*
Dylan Hale
*cleans his knife*
*glares at him*
Dylan Hale
In realtà non vorrei che finiste tutti in questo modo.
(I actually don't want you all to end like this.)
Dylan Hale
Siete solo voi che mi spingete oltre i miei limiti.
(It's just you all push me to my limits.)
Dylan Hale
*clears his throat*
Well, I guess we have to say goodbye.
Dylan Hale
*turns around*
*looks at Jeremy*
Jeremy Wolf
*understood*
*smirks*
Jeremy Wolf
Haha! Boss told me I can play with you~
As they walked out, a huge loud of cries and begging was heard. Both of them begging him not to do it. Begging him to let go.
Allison Argent
He's never easy on anyone of them.
Dylan Hale
Him holding off before I come, was more than enough.
Allison Argent
Yeah, that's true.
Derek Martin
He goes berserk when he sees blood.
Jeremy Wolf
*humming*
*comes out*
Jeremy was covered with blood all over his body.
Allison Argent
*smug face*
For God's sake, come out after you've washed up that shit off you!!!
Jeremy Wolf
*shows tongue*
Allison Argent
*fist ready to beat up* 💢💢
And then Jeremy licks all the blood that was covered near his lips, upper and lower lips too.
Jeremy Wolf
It's hot. The best drink I would want more than anything.
Dylan Hale
*glares at him*
Dylan Hale
Do you have it?
Jeremy Wolf
Yeah.
*gives him a chip*
Dylan knew they had the chip, and they must have hidden it somewhere. But where?
It was just Dylan's hunch that they might have digested it.
Derek Martin
*looks at Dylan*
Derek Martin
Is it "that"?
It was chip having information on all the underground illegal business running in Dylan's country.
Dylan Hale
Yeah, found it in their intestine.
*wide smirk*
He wasn't sure that it would actually be there.
Allison Argent
*shocked*
*looks at Jeremy*
Jeremy Wolf
You can thank me later~
Allison Argent
*about to puke*
Don't tell me--
Jeremy Wolf
*casual face*
Yeah, he must had eaten a lot of stuff before they were kidnapped.
Allison Argent
*pukes*
F......ckkk.....
Told you he was a crazy b*stard.
Allison Argent
N..now what??
*Tch*
Jeremy Wolf
That's...23..24..
*counting number by fingers*
Jeremy Wolf
Ahh! That's 1024!!
Dylan Hale
*sighs*
Let's go back.
Derek Martin
*turns around*
Allison Argent
*hopeless*
*sighs*
Jeremy Wolf
Wait? *looks at them leaving*
Everybody went to the car.
Jeremy Wolf
*gets on his bike*
Jeremy Wolf
Alright! I'll just there by myself!
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