"Oh…? Ohoho! Finally touched a nerve have I? Well, mentally I mean."
The Whiney, High pitched squeak cursed the surounding crowds ears, drawing a subtle wince that the one in question entirely misses.
But other than his brief slip up, Luke dosent make any other change to his expression.
He knows this game after all.
He has experienced it before.
Well, that fact is still in question at the moment, but all the same no?
Despit his lack of reaction, the thin man dosent loose heart this time. instead he circles around Luke maliciously, like a predator that finally caught the scent of prey.
The other larger, stupider, man had long given up though. Bored and uncaring he walked over to the corner to amuse himself on his phone.
"Your brother… was a stupid, weak, pathetic waste of air, useless man…."
The guy starts, completky unable to keep the vicious grin from his words.
"And the prick got what was coming to him."
One again, loseing all that seemingly unbreakable will, his face scrunched up violently. And if not for the blackout blindfold wrapped tightly around his head he would be glaring daggers at the guy.
"And so will the rest of your family once the night is over."
Cold water was instantly poured down Luke's spine, freezing him up like a ice sculpture.
"..what do you mean?"
A smile, even wider and so much eviler than one would think it possible split his face inches away from Luke's own.
"Ah? It speaks! It's alive! What a shocker! Right? AM I RIGHT!"
He shouts loudly, breaking out in a fit of deranged giggles as he drags a different knife across Luke's skin. This one though was jagged and had suspicious looking rust covering it, increasing the pain two fold.
He looks around expecting the approval of his fellow gang members. Instead, he's met with judgmental gazes and disgust.
"Right, I think that's enough now. It's best if you leave, go cool your head off."
One of the more responsible ones steps forward with a serious expression.
"WHAT?! Are you fucking serious?! You know what that fuck face did to us, how many of us was sacrificed. And for what, nothing!!"
Anger consumes the man's phycee as he starts having a meltdown.
All the while, his twin blades come down rapidly on Luke's body in sickening squelching thuds.
"STOP! Your going to kill him!"
"YEAH?! AND SO FUCKING WHA—"
RIIIIIPPPP
CRACKK
All the noise ceases all at once, silence consuming all the noise until only the sound of the laboured breathing of the gang members could be heard.
A suffocating pressure descends onto all of them, causing a primal terror to surge within and forcing a state of stillness within all present.
But that is only excess of the sheer amount of bloodlust leaking out as Luke directs the entirity of his honed killing intent onto the androgenous man, the one he still dosent even know the name of.
"I. Asked. What. Do. You. Mean!!!"
His voice rang out, blasting into everyone presents ears like a spear, enhancing the fear they all felt. Yet the pain seemed to ground them back to reality, waking themselves back up.
"H-he's out of the bindings! Get him."
At once, as if they all decided this beforehand, they charged at like while disriguarding the previous feeling as mere intimidation.
The knife weilding guy is the first to attack. Even as sweat endlessly pours down his face and a rancid smell comes from his nether regions, rage still consumes his mind all while fear dominates it.
He slashes forwards with the two blades with surprising grace, aiming for vital spots at once with mastery.
CLINCK
CLINCK
The chains still attached to Luke's arms and legs clinck against each other as they retrain his movements even after breaking the chair. Yet still, he dodges the strikes with a swiftness someone blindfolded shouldn't have, to an almost supernatural degree.
He jumps backwards, right over the arms that where bound behind him, dodging another strike by a hairs bredth.
He pulls the chains taught, testing how much slack he had on them.
But he didn't get a moment more.
Replacing the androgynous man is the brute, a reignited fire blazing in his sockets. A slim yet equally tall man reaches opposite him at the same time, his expression cold and lifeless in a stark contrast to the brute in front.
The thinner man attacks quicker but the brute isn't far behind, letting the two combine attacks in a combo that keeps even Luke on the edge.
Using the chains that bind his wrist, Luke wraps up the skinnier fellow, tangling the chains up between the both of them and deflecting the attacks.
Reacting in time for the second punch to land, Luke repositioning himself, pulling the thinner one in front of him like a shield.
His resistance not doing a thing as he is overpowered by Luke.
CRACK
The hit connects with a sickening crack, followed by an earsplitting howl.
"AGGHHHHHHHHH—!!!"
The chain is untangled quickly as Luke moves even quicker.
Clinck
CLINCK
The rattling of metal chains is the only thing left in his wake as he dash's across the room in a blur
BANG
"AGHH-."
SMASH
"Ugg"
"COME BACK HERE, BROKEN BITCH!!"
Seeing Luke dart about the room like a drugged up brabbit, the brute roared out in rage. Barreling through furniture and injured colleagues a like, he charges straight for Luke with surprising speed.
Detangling the chains from a now unconscious guy, Luke widens his stance as much as the feet chains would allow while getting low.
"*ROOOOOAAAARRR*"
The brute lets out a beastly shout and he goes to blast Luke away like a wrecking ball.
And he nearly succeeds.
…if not for Luke ducking his shoulder low, wrapping both arms around the brutes legs in a bear hug, the lifting all 30 stone of him off the ground and tackling him back down.
BOOOOM
A loud shattering sound is the only thing those with even the slightest bit of conscious left not only heard, but felt. The accompanying splintering of wood only adding to the dread of the noise.
SLAM
"What the fuck is going on in here?! Didn't I say that the boss is due… for.. arrival?"
Sam's grating voice enters the room after slamming the door open as hard he could. His expression forgotten from the sky snake like smile, instead a perpetual frown that seemed to age him years was what replaced it.
His anger gave way to surprise, shock and a touch of fear.
But as to be expected from a man of his position he wiped it all of until only the mask remained.
"Oh ho? Look who's gotten up, tch what a lazy bastard. And it looks like you've made a good few friends!"
He 'smiles' but his eyes only show how mocking it really was. Though Sam does take a moment just to look around, observe the carnage Luke caused in such a small time.
And carnage is an a fitting word.
Blood splatters coated the walls, even reaching as far as the ceiling!
Bodies, moaning and groaning, lay sprawled across the floor everywhere. The beginning of bruises already forming over their bodies, chain marks around the necks of some.
And in the middle of it, still standing dispite the amount of damage done to him…
A sprout of dread started forming in Sam's gut.
Ding
Dong
Ding ding
Donnng
A melodious tune sounded out across the house, alerting all, mainly them, of the arrival of a guest.
"Great! Looks like they have arrived, come now then, let's go greet the boss ma— aggcckk"
Sam's fake cheer is cut off by Luke dashing across the room at record speed, grabbing Sam's neck in a vice like grip for a chock hold.
"What have you done to them!"
Luke screamed into Sam's face, spittle flying all over it as he shrinks back.
"H-aha t-to who?"
"Don't play dumb, mother fucker!"
Cocking back his elbow, Luke sends Sam flying into the wall next to them, drawing every bit of air from the man's lungs.
"Paaaahhhhh— aghk!"
The clatter of metal is distantly geard from Sam's ears as he tries.. and fails to regain his breath. Instead he just lies there, gasping away like he was a fish out of water.
"Bastard. We had an agreement! You made us pay the price for no reason, huh? Still took advantage of my family even after what you made me and my brother do? Then there no point in holding back."
Click clack
Click clack
Luke's footsteps echo ominously inside the largely empty room, still blindfolded, and twirling a jagged butchers knife in his hand.
"I'll kill you first. Though not until I've inflicted enough pain onto you that the death will be mercy."
"E-eeek!"
A high pitched girlish scream exits Sam's mouth only after the pain staking effort it took to finally catch hold of his escaping breath, fear and pain seeming like the only motivator to shit the man up.
Though you can call him nothing but brave, or stupid depending on who's talking.
"All of the boys will come, they won't forget my death."
He managed to choke out quitely.
"Please. There won't be any of the fucked left to rember you anyway."
Luke raised the jagged, rusty blade up high.
Then, with no hesitation he brings it down merciless—
SLAM
"STOP!"
A deep commanding voice echos throughout the room, halting Luke's strike just as the knife reaches Sam's puney neck, only going deep enough to draw a small line of blood.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Luke turns around and fixes his glare on the new arrival.
Though he freezes momentarily seeing the people in his grip.
"Y-you…"
But that shock soon turns to burning rage once again.