The one-sided slaughter continued as the whole environment seems to freeze, everything was in a silent, incomprehensible scene. It’s as if the other people were sitting right at the front row of the theater as they watch a horror movie.
The four back off as they widened their eyes in shock, fear, disgust. Whatever it is, the feeling was unexplainable. The scene, how brutal could it be? That man was even worse than a prominent serial killer! Even if it’s a zombie, they still have that idea stuck on their minds that even these corpses were indeed once, a person too.
It must be the pressure and fear but they can’t seems to move even a bit. Everyone is frozen stiff. Byul paused as everyone also focused their eyes on the beast standing upfront. His back is cold, as if he’s the only person in the world.
[2s..1…0] Beep! Beep!
Thud!
With that, the last dismembered corpse fell on the floor. Everything was a mess, blood spluttered all over the hall, the rotten stench masked the air as the pile of flesh and insides are scattered everywhere.
The two students lurched. The scene was too disgusting to even spare a glance. With one peek, their stomach churned in disgust. Winston held his resolve, it must be because he’s been in a lot of similar situations that he no longer feel repulsive but his body still trembled a bit. This feeling is as if he’s been sent on the front line!
The soldier just stood still as he stared at the man covered in blood. The cold back gradually turned relaxed as the person wobbled a bit.
The beast has died out and the person slowly regained his consciousness. Stanley clenched his fist as he breath in slowly and exhaled. After a few seconds, he blinked his eyes, still feeling a bit out of it.
Corpse…
Blood…
Everything come into sight.
Stanley took a bitter look at his palms. The sight of blood in his hand, the disgusting smell that invade his nose and the wretched feeling that he always want to threw in the back of his mind. It all came back to him, persistently clawing his guts with its ferociousness.
Stanley sighed. He knew it, he snapped out again. He gritted his teeth as he clenched his fist. The feeling of helplessness enveloped his well-being. Hoe could he, a man of perfection, lost his cool over something like this.
The feeling of unable to possess, it was really ingratiating.
Why is it always like this? His ability is so out of control. With just a bit of provocation and he’d lost his sense and turned into a completely different person. He really hated it. If its just like this, then this ability, he simply don’t want it. He was filled with regrets but now he felt as if it was completely useless.
“F*ck.” He loudly cursed as he kicked away the bit of flesh covering his shoes. He then walked towards the group as if nothing happened.
“You- goddamn bast*rd!”
Byul trembled as he gritted his teeth in anger. He quickly stomped his feet towards Stanley and without any hesitation, he punched him right at his face. One punch, two punch, his fist landed one after another as he give him a heavy strike.
Byul gritted his teeth as he landed another punch on him. In a disheveled breath, he gripped his collar as he pulled him up.
F*ck this guy! How could he! How could he just destroy his puppets like that! This piece of shit! He don’t even know how long he spent to fixed their limbs yet he torn them apart again!
This goddamn son of a freak! Byul roared in anger.
“You really piss me off! Do you have any idea how hard it is to put back their limbs. I sewed their body for days but you attention-f*cker just have to destroy them again!”
Byul shoved him towards the ground and immediately threw another punch. Before it landed on the bastard’s face, it was immediately caught by his palm. Stanley coughed out as he glared at the idiot’s face.
“What the f*ck is wrong with you!”
Byul gritted his teeth, the veins on his head popped as he instantly pulled his fist back and punched him with the other hand.
“You f*cker! You dare to ask me what’s wrong! You’re the one who lose a fucking screw! How dare you mock my godd*mn ability!”
Byul yelled as he gnashed his teeth at him. If only his eyes held sword, he could have stab him to death by now.
“Ability?”
Stanley furrowed his brows as he grabbed the other hand. He then suppressed him back and immediately push him down. Their position instantly switched into something unexplainable.
Byul struggled for a while and after realizing that his strength is futile, he simply stared daggers at him as he cursed his existence in his heart.
“You sew corpse?” Stanley asked in total amazement. His face bruised up but he showed no pain at all. Instead, his face was brimming with curiosity.
“No you dumb jerk!” Byul refuted back as he tried to move his arm, however the grip became tighter and his wrist started to bruise.
“Then what is your ability?” Stanley asked again, this time in great seriousness. He slowly tightened his grip, quite excited to hear his part.
“Why would I even tell you?! Let go!”
“Say it.” Stanley pressed him hard making him groaned in pain. Byul almost teared up, he really can feel his bone getting crushed by his grip. He sobbed a little and finally surrendered to his fate.
“F*ck! Fine I’ll tell you! Let go!” Byul said desperately as the hand slowly let go of him.
“So?” Stanley raised his brow.
Byul coughed a bit and massaged his wrist. He then sat up and said in a vague manner. “I use them.”
Stanley “…”
The three slowly walked towards them, sensing the commotion had died down.
“Are you okay?” The students asked Stanley which made Byul glared at them as the two back off like scared kittens.
Winston immediately turned to them as he pointed at the balcony. Right now, it’s not the time for questions as there was an even more pressing matters.
Winston stared for a while and in a very anxious voice he said.
“Before anything else. I just want to say….”
“Those things, they’re already down there.”