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whump-melon · 6 years ago

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“No… Please! Anything but them!” he screamed, thrashing against his bonds violently as I approached his wife and daughter. They stared at me with wide eyes, and the daughter was crying. I pulled out my pistol and cocked it before removing the safety.

“Kill me instead! Just kill me, and spare them! Please, Brielle! They didn’t have anything to do with this!” Nygel begged.

I laughed, slamming him into the back wall, my hand tightly around his throat. “They didn’t have anything to do with this?” My eyes shimmered dangerously, and I watched as he struggled, trying to breathe. When his face turned red, I released him and he crashed to the floor gasping.

I pulled out my pistol and aimed at his head, noting his surprise before his acceptance. I nearly chuckled. I moved the gun downwards and shot Nygel in his knee. Shock spread across his face, and he fell forwards, gritting his teeth in pain, a muffled scream barely escaping his lips.

I knelt down to look him in the eyes. He glared back at me defiantly, tears threatening to spill. “You know, Nygel… I always… loved your eyes…” I cooed, stroking the side of his face.

He stiffened and I saw that delicious mix of terror overthrow any thoughts of defiance. I pulled out my pistol and tossed it at the floor in front of Nygel. “Besides, who said I was going to be killing anyone?

I pulled out a small dagger and slashed the rope holding Nygel’s hands together. He looked at me confusedly. I pulled him up to his feet swiftly, catching him before he stumbled.

“Kill one of them…” I whispered in his ear, “…Or, I kill them both.” Nygel’s face fell. He leaned against the wall, trying to keep the weight against the wall and not on his bad leg. His hands shook and he clutched the trigger until his knuckles turned white.

He couldn’t bring himself to point the barrel at any of them, instead keeping it leveled at the floor. Tears trickled down his face as I held up both of his family members. “Left? Right? Just one shot, Nygel, their fate is up to you… Who will you choose? Wife? Daughter?” I taunted, “After all, you’ve taken so many lives… what’s… one more?”

“Enough! Let my family go!” Nygel screamed, raising the pistol so it was aimed at my chest. I cocked an eyebrow.

“Is that really wise, Nygel?” I asked calmly, tightening my grip on the collars of his family's shirts. His hands shook, and I could see his resolve faltering. “You’re weak, Nygel. If I were to walk out of here right now, you wouldn’t shoot me.” He suddenly pointed the barrel just to the side of me and fired, the bullet skimming my cheek as it embedded itself in the wall behind me.

“Don’t test me Brielle! I was in the Black Rose for far longer than you! I won’t hesitate,” he threatened. I reached up to touch my cheek, and my gloves came back with a little bit of blood smeared on them.

“…Oh,” I murmured. I looked back at Nygel who was still clutching the gun in his hands before laughing maniacally. “You just made a terrible mistake, Nygel,” I said, sprinting towards him.

He fired again, and I smiled. No bullets left. I drew my sword and stabbed forward, impaling Nygel in the guts in an explosion of blood. His hands flew to the blade in surprise, and his mouth gaped, though no sound came out. I pulled it out and he crumpled. First standing, staring with his hand pulling away- not even scared, just shocked. Red, like deep crimson soaking and spreading, he dropped down to his knees. Still, he wasn’t even there yet, it hadn’t quite processed. I dropped my sword and knelt down in front of him.

“And by the way, it’s Viper, not Brielle. Not anymore,” I remarked as I activated my new upgrade, heating my glove up until the metal radiated heat. I covered Nygel’s mouth with my other hand as I pressed my glove to his wound, cauterizing it. He screamed and bucked, but I kept my grip on him. I grimaced as a sulfurous, singed hair scent reached my nose. Burning flesh. I removed my hand as the wound was sealed, before pumping magic into my gloves to just barely heal the wound so as to not kill him. Nygel slumped against the side of the warehouse.

I knelt down in front of him, and he stared back weakly. “Please… No…” he murmured softly.

“You failed, Nygel.” I whispered chillingly, standing up, “Now you have to face the consequences.” I smirked as I picked my blood soaked sword back up. “Keep in mind this was nobody’s fault but your own. This is all because of you,” I said, pointing my sword. “Eeny… ” I said, pointing at his daughter. “Meeny… ” I said, pointing at his wife, “Miney… ” Back at the daughter. “Moe.” Back at the mother.

I dashed forward and stabbed my sword right through the mother’s stomach. She screamed in agony, and I sliced the sword upwards and a stream of gore shot up as well, soaking me, Nygel, their daughter, and the warehouse in crimson blood. She crumpled and fell forwards, as I impaled their daughter, lifting her up as she slid towards the handle of the blade, soaking all of it in blood. I slashed my blade across, letting the corpse slide off of my blade and fall next to the mother, then sheathed my sword. I walked back to Nygel.

“See? Not so hard, now was it?” I said, tilting his chin up so I could look him in the eyes.

“Kill me… ” he begged, eyes glossy with tears.

I smiled. “Not yet… There’s just one more thing. I meant what I said earlier, Nygel.” He stiffened as I lightly caressed the side of his face. I pressed a button on the side of my mask and removed it, allowing him to see the gaping hole where my right eye should have been.

“Do you see this?” I began to cackle madly, “This is what happened after you abandoned me! DO YOU SEE IT NYGEL?!” I pressed my face closer to his, drinking in his terrified expression. I sighed and sat backwards, putting on my mask again.

“An eye for an eye, right? Seems fair to me.”

I pulled out a small dagger and roughly grabbing the side of his head, stabbed it into the socket. He howled in pain and I slipped my fingers into the bloody socket and extracted his eye, allowing him to fall to the floor before me, breathing heavily. He gritted his teeth as blood continued to spill out of his empty socket. I held my prize above my head, admiring it in the dim light.

#whump #my own writing #impalement #eye mutilation #eye whump #shot #my ocs #drabble #should i post more of this story?

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