XX: 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓲π“ͺ

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We pulled into the old abandoned building. It looked like it could barely hold up longer. One earthquake and crumbles to the ground.

The boy's face dropped as he made that observation as well. His head turned to me with a distasteful look on his face. Before he could open his mouth, I was out of the car and walking to his side. He watched me. Realizing this isn't going in the direction, he once thought. I opened his door and motioned for him to get out. He set deeper into the seat.

"Do I know you? What is this?" He tried to make his voice intimidating, but failed miserably. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him out of the car, and slammed the door shut. He shuffled on his feet, adjusting his clothes. "You're strong," he stated in a disgusted tone.

"Walk," I ordered, nodding my head to the doors of the building. His head whipped to them, then back to me with a disapproving expression.

"You want me to go in there" he pointed to the building. I lowered my stare to a glare. He swallowed a lump in his throat, shaking his head. "Hell no, get me the fuck out of here" he glared, coming back to the car. I let him open the door before grabbing his head and using it to slam the door shut. I stepped back as he collapsed onto the ground, groaning and holding his head.

"Walk," I repeated my order. "I won't ask nicely again"

"NICELY?" He yelled looking up at me. My flat stare was enough to tell him I meant business. He slowly raised and walked to the door, moving as slowly as he could manage before I shoved him forward.

"Look, if it's money you want, I can provide that," he pleaded. When it met no response, he took a hesitant look back. "What is it do you want?" We went through the dusty doors. The swift push of wind sent the dust covering the floor up. He swatted it away as he stopped taking in the cracked boards of wood holding up the building.

There were holes in the walls and webs everywhere. Every inch of the place was covered in years of dust and dirt. A roach or two crawled by his foot, making him jump. There was light proved by the candles I set up before I grabbed him. I examined the place and blocked any other exit from the building. I placed knives outside the windows that opened, sticking up from the ground in case the kid had more to him than predicted. I nodded to the concrete stand in the middle of the room and ordered him to stand in front of it. When he objected, I pulled a gun out. He shuffled back quickly to it, pressing his back against the dirty concrete.

I watched him as I grabbed my bag behind the door and pulled out ropes. Fear set into him as he begged me to explain what was going on. It's pathetic. People who commit the most dehumanized crimes always plead to the human side of someone getting revenge for it. Sadly, I don't have much of that to begin with. I smiled at him as I went to tie him up, tucking my gun in my pants.

"Do you know who I am?" He spouted, as I tightened the ropes. I wanted to cause bruises. I leaned into his ear, his head jolted away from me.

"A rapist," I whispered, returning to my bag in front of him.

I sat on the stool I pulled over and watched as many emotions flashed on his face. He had nothing to say, as he refused to meet my eye.

"You're the worst kind of being and that's coming from me," I huffed out.

"And who are you?" he spat.

"I'm a patient person," I grinned. "But some people prefer serial killer," I shrugged. He let out a small gasp. I raised a brow at him. "Don't act dramatic. We exist. We're your neighbors, friends," I stood. "Friends of friends," I eyed him.

"I haven't raped anyone"

"And I haven't slaughtered a room of men for something way less"

His ears dropped as red covered his face. I went to pull out a knife when my phone ranged. I rolled my eyes as I pulled it out.

"Excuse me" I gave him a look and stepped away. I didn't recognize the number but answered anyway.

"Yes?"

"Novia?"

I groaned as I picked up a piece of broken cement and threw it in the boy's direction out of annoyance. He threw curses at me as I turned my back to him, taking a breath.

"Hi Joey," I greeted sourly. "You're interrupting me"

"Are you going after him now?" He spouted angrily.

"No, I'm torturing a rapist at the moment"

"Oh"

"Can I speak to them?" He asked. It took me aback, but curiosity got the better of me as I walked over, putting him on speaker.

"Hi rapist, I'm Joey. A friend of hers," he announced himself. The boy looked confused.

"He's rude, no hello or hi back" I gave the boy a glare and he greeted Joey back.

"Thank you. I just want to formally announce to you that she has my blessing to do the cruelest things her devilish little mind can come up with to you and I will personally be cleaning you up after." His voice was crisp.

I see what he's trying to do. I took the phone off speaker and walked back over to my spot.

"No, you won't. How did you get this number?" I agitatedly dismissed his attempt.

"We have a guy"

"I told you to leave me alone"

"I told you, you'd have to kill me first"

"That can be arranged. Are you stalling for time so you can track me?"

"Yes, yes, we are," he stated proudly. "Oh shit"

I heard the others in the background.

"You guys are starting to really piss me off," I warned. They snatched the phone.

"Ross is sending mercenaries after you and there's nothing we can do about it Nat," Alec spoke into the phone.

"I'll deal with it"

"You don't understand, they have a "

The loud blazing of gunfire shot through the windows before he could finish. I dropped down, went to my bag, and hid behind a wall as the firing went on. They plunged Chris through like a silhouette target. Blood poured out of him and covered the floor as I pulled out my gun. I didn't bring anything besides a regular handgun. I picked up the phone. and Bane's shouting pressed against my ears.

"I told you I'd come back if you stand down," I spat into the phone, leaning back as a bullet flew past my head into the wall behind.

"Ross didn't-"

I groaned out as a bullet pierced my shoulder. Hissing, I slid back further, trying to cover the dropped blood, so it didn't lead a trail to me.

"NATASHA?!" He yelled through the phone.

"You better pray they put one through my head next," I hissed before handing up.


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