MC POV
The moment I saw the palm marks on my nieces cheeks I felt somenthing In me snap.
"Dammn, you got some balls of steel you little s*its..."
I growled like a beast as I threw away my ciggarette bud and lit up another one.
"...so who was It, who was bold enough to hit them?"
I asked as I scanned the gathered young masters that as their name suggested were nothing more but height, skin and bones, clearly they suffered from a disease called nepotism and hedonism as I did the weaker willed ones flinched from my gaze only for the biggest one of them to puff out his chest and step up.
"I did and what are you gona do about It you f*ck, I f you want to live then get out of here and leave youre woman to us as compensation for waisting our time."
Hearing this I blinked. Once. Twice. Slowly.
"J*sus F*cking Christ,"
I muttered.
"Youre the literal impersonation of a young master arent you pal?"
I glanced sideways. Invicta didn't even look mad. Just amused. Her smirk had grown sharper arms still crossed, like she was watching a particularly entertaining sitcom where she already knew the ending.
"Yeah…"
I sighed, taking a slow drag from the cigarette.
"Youre f*cking dead meat either way"
I said but decided to give them one final chance. One.
"Listen here you c*nts Im gona say It just once, scram,"
I said, my voice flat, carrying like a gunshot through the courtyard.
"Before I start cracking open skulls."
At first they hesitated but then they started laughing they were the sons of p*liticians, c*nglamarate bosses, and even a few the sons of g*ngsters, If It was a few years back they might still think twice about It.
After all If soemone uploaded a video of them slapping two highschoolers and basically kidnaping them online, then all hell would brake loose, after all even theyre parents still feared public opinion.
But even then theyd just lay low for some time still doing whatever they wanted, after all there wasnt a problem that money couldnt solve, If It couldnt be solved It only mean they didnt forke out enough.
And now then the world had basically gone to s*it, well they no longer needed to be afraid of anything, even If they beat someoene to death or r*ped someone In broad day light.
Well simply put nothing would happen to them, at most theyd get a metaraphorical slap on theyre wrists from their parents.
So with this In mind the leader finally barked.
"GET HIM!"
The first one rushed me like he thought this was a street brawl. Cute. I didn't even move from my spot.
Just turned my body slightly, elbow to his throat with the full weight of a two meter war machine behind it.
His windpipe crumpled like cheap plastic. He hit the pavement in a seizure of gurgles and vomit. Ten left. Two more came in, flanking me. I stepped into them.
One caught a knee to the ribs, and the crack echoed like firecrackers ribs shattered inward, puncturing G*ds knew what, but It definetly was Important. He dropped, howling.
The other? I grabbed his shirt, yanked him forward, and drove my knee up like a piston into his face.
Cartilage exploded. Blood arced in the air like a broken faucet. His legs gave out before he even registered the pain.
Eight. Someone behind me screamed. Another tried a sucker punch. I spun, caught his wrist mid swing and twisted it sideways, the shoulder dislocated with a loud pop, tendons ripping like wet rope.
He screamed. I shut him up by smashing his face into the concrete. His nose split open like a crushed berry. Seven. Two idiots came from behind.
I dropped into a crouch and swept both legs out from under them. They fell like dominoes. While they were still airborne, I moved, punched the first in the throat so hard his Adam's apple caved in, and slammed a boot into the second one's jaw with a sickening crunch.
Five. Another came at me with a switchblade. Fancy toy. I caught his wrist before the blade even got close, bent it backward until the joint screamed then slammed it down on the edge of a metal bench.
His scream went ultrasonic. Snap. Elbow gone. Nerve endings flaring. He collapsed, curling around the arm like it could be put back together through sheer prayer. Four.
The next guy barely made it halfway toward me before Invicta spun on her heel like a ballet dancer of doom and hooked her leg right across his skull.
The sound it made was a wet slap, and he crumpled like discarded clothing. Zero grace. Zero resistance. Three. The last two turned and ran. Bad choice.
I sprinted after them one boot crashing into the back of a knee, folding the guy like origami. Before he even hit the ground, I brought down my elbow on the back of his neck.
Lights out. The last guy tried zigzagging. Didn't matter. I closed the distance, backhanded him across the jaw with such force he spun mid air, teeth flying like gravel.
One. And then… there was silence. Except for the wheezing. The crawling of the still alive but 100 percent soon to be dead. I turned.
There he was the lead young master, crawling away, dragging himself like a worm across the courtyard, pants stained, face split from fear. He turned back to look at me and screamed.
"D... DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! My father... he'll... he'll skin you alive, you son of a...!"
I was already walking. He tried to crawl faster. Didn't matter. I reached him, leaned down, and grabbed him by the throat. One hand. Lifted him into the air like he weighed nothing.
His legs kicked helplessly. His hands clawed at my arm.
"P... please... WAIT...!"
He sputtered. But I didn't speak, because one glance was all It took to know what would have happened to Catheine nad Morgana If I didnt show up.
best case scenario, they would have been violated and once these f*cks lost Interest In them they would have been thrown out Into the streets.
Worst case scenario they end up as corpses after the f*cks were doen with them and get torn to bits by stray dogs.
That single thought drove me mad, I felt somenthing stir deep Inside me, an all consuming, overhwelming rage.
Kill him...
Rip him to pieces...
Tear off his skin...
I heard voices whisper in my head, the sound getting louder and louder as I did I tightened my grip. Slow. Deliberate.
His voice broke into panicked gasps, fingers clawing, eyes bulging. He thrashed. Spat. Made gurgling, pathetic noises as his windpipe flattened like a squeezed hose.
Then, SNAP. Neck gone. His body twitched once in my hand. I held him for a second more, watching the life bleed from his eyes. Then let go.
He fell like garbage. Like what he was. Behind me, Invicta walked up to me and looked straight Into my eyes.
"Hey, what the f*ck Is wrong with you?"
I turned and focused her gaze on her.
"What do you mean? Dont tell me youre gona give me a moral lecture all of a sudden."
I asked completely confused after all, she Is the one that called humans meatbags.
"Youre eyes scleras..."
She paused clearly surprised and confused and tha twas saying a lot.
"Theyre f*cking black"
She said as I did I blinked.
"What...?"
I asked only for Invicta to narrow her eyes as she saw my eyes scleras return to white while black bloodvessels under my eye bags retreated like an Infection.
"Urghhh never mind theyre back to normal anyways..."
Invicta stepped closer. Her voice dipped low, teasing and sultry.
"D*mn, that was f*cking hot darling. I knew you were hiding something a psyvho under all that grim and gloom. But full black sclera? That was... mmm… deliciously unhinged, whatever that was, youre definetly In for a bunch of medical scans after this"
She purred the last part, circling me with a predator's grace. I raised an eyebrow, brushing a smear of blood from my knuckles.
"Oh yeah? You into eldritch rage mode now?"
She shrugged, eyes flicking down my torso before she met my gaze with a grin.
"I mean... if you're gonna snap necks like candy canes, least you can do is look good while doing it."
"You're f*cking insane."
"And yet, here you are flirting with me."
I paused, lips twitching.
"…touché."
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Catherine and Morgana POVs
They stood frozen near the school gates, skirts torn, stockings scuffed, clutching their cheeks where they'd been slapped. The carnage before them painted the world in shades of red and disbelief.
Eleven young masters, broken, twitching, unmoving. Blood pooling beneath several.