The night prevailed subtly upon the glowing city, casting shadows upon the tall buildings and houses. The moon bathed in soft light, with clouds drifting gently across its path.
He made his way into the building, hidden behind his mask and all-black attire. His hoodie covered his forehead, his hands gloved, his eyes flaming, his intentions as dark as his ghostly shadow.
He stopped at the door, staring at the number plate. 507, it read.
He was at the right place.
He knocked on the door.
Silence.
He knocked again, hearing some shuffling and faded sound of footsteps.
He straightened his back, inhaling a deep breath of avenge and madness. He was sure what he was going to do, and he was more than sure about how he was going to do it.
Brutally. Cruelly. Mercilessly.
The knob twisted as the door opened slowly, a head peeking out in the dark shadows of the room.
"Who..." His raspy, sleepy voice spoke in his droopy eyes regarding the man standing at his house in the middle of the night.
"Who else other than me?" The masked guy spoke, his deep, evil and sinful voice cutting through the air.
He blinked, looking closer. He knew who was it. He knew that voice all too well.
"T-Tiger? What are you doing here?" He asked, sleepiness long gone and heaviness settling in him.
"I just wanted to check if you're doing fine or not," Tiger answered, and although his mask covered his face, Nike could see him smirking.
"Why?" Nike stared at him, his eyes half wide, his mind going to every place, imagining the worst ways the man in front of him could harm him.
"Because you won't be doing so fine in the next few minutes," Tiger replied, pushing the door open, taking a step forward as Nike took one backwards, his eyes hard while Nike's wide and restless.
"W-What are you doing?" Nike stammered, his hands starting to tremble, his legs feeling like they would go numb any moment, anxiety clouding his insides, choking the breath out of him.
There wasn't just a threat, a warning, an alarm that radiated off Tiger.
"What do you think I am doing, Nike?" Tiger raised his brows, lowering his mask while closing the door with his foot as the knob clicked, imprisoning them both in the room.
Danger. Nike saw the danger radiating off the masked guy.
"Tiger, if you're here to punch me again-" Nike stretched out his hands, his words coming out in a nervous chuckle.
"Correction, Nike. I'm here to kill you."
Nike's jaw hung open, his stomach dropping to the floor, his heart picking up a pace that knocked the remaining breaths out of his lungs. He tried to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.
The faded lights of the outside buildings seeped through the curtains of the penthouse, Tiger's face shining with the soft glow of the dark blue shade, yet not a single feature on his face embodied any mercy, any spare.
Nike gulped, watching his death standing in front of him, glaring at him, towering over him, engulfing him with every corner like a night ghost, his blood running cold as beads of sweat rolled down his back, his chest tightening with every passing second, his heart throbbing against his ribcage in inhumane pace, his breaths stuck in his throat as he swallowed down the lump, trying to not let his guard down and appear afraid although he was frightened to the core.
Tiger took a few steps forward, watching Nike take a few backwards. Tiger kept his gaze on Nike, hard, piercing. Nike felt the chills run down his spine.
His back hit the wall, trapping him under those menacing pair of orbs, all the ruthlessness masked in them.
Tiger stood in front of him, their bodies just an inch apart as Nike watched him with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling as perspiration slid down his temple.
"T-Tiger," Nike exasperated, struggling to form words, "if DK gets to know this-", he tried to bring a reason to save himself.
"Do you think I came here without a plan?" Tiger moved an inch closer, keeping his hand just beside Nike's head, his foxy gaze sharply fixated on the latter as he spoke, "Don't you worry, Nike. No one is going to catch me. I'll leave no trace."
"You hit me. That was en-enough." Nike gulped, his words breaking and almost coming like a plea.
"No, it wasn't. It wasn't." Tiger pressed, his voice deep, evil and flamy, mirroring his eyes. Nike succumbed under Tiger's Intimidating conduct more, with no space between his back and the cold, flat surface as he pushed himself further into the wall, willing that it would crack open and swallow him and save him somehow.
"T-Tiger, you can't do thi-AHH!" Nike's eyes closed shut as a sharp pain surged through his side, a pointed metal piercing his skin.
He looked down, a gasp of fear and horror leaving his lips as he saw a knife—a dagger, to be precise, halfway in just below his ribcage, blood oozing out of the part, staining his clothes in a deep shade of red.
Tiger twisted the knife as if it was the knob of a door, the sharp metal piercing more deeply, mangling Nike's organs, squeezing the blood more out of his skin.
Nike brought his hand to push Tiger away, but Tiger pulled the dagger out in one go, making Nike cry in utmost agony. His hand pressed against his cut skin, trying to stop the blood that flowed like a waterfall.
His back slid down against the wall, his body bending as he pressed his hand deeper to the injured part, blood seeping through his fingers and flowing hysterically. His eyes glistened with tears, lips quivering, jaw trembling, his whole body shaking because of the pain which excruciated any pain he had ever come across in his life.
Tiger crouched down to his level, watching him with a tilted face and devilish smirk, his eyes showing nothing but the want of destruction, the need for unholy satisfaction and the desire for the smell of blood. His blood.
"Enjoying the taste of your own medicine, hm? But this one's more bitter, isn't it?" Tiger whispered, his voice inspiring goosebumps on Nike's skin.
"P-Please," Nike pleaded, eyes filled with a heavy layer of transparent liquid.
"We're not done, Nike," Tiger shook his head with the same smirk, "Beg for this filthy life of yours when I'm on the verge of snatching the soul out of your body. And guess what? I won't spare you even then."
Nike watched him with blurry eyes; his face contorted in pain as the pain grew more, numbing him from feeling anything else but the damage to his injured part.
Tiger stood up, taking a couple of steps backwards, standing where Nike's foot rested on the floor.
Tiger took out his gun, and Nike's eyes widened in shock as he aimed at his ankle. But before he could bend his leg towards himself, the gun fired right at his joint of foot, creating a hole in his ankle.
Nike screamed in pain, tears rolling down his cheeks as he closed his eyes shut, the pain too excruciating, too painful to take.
Tiger kept his foot on his injured ankle; another scream left Nike's lips, louder and screeching this time as Tiger's foot pressed on the bone, crushing it, breaking it, fracturing it until he heard a crack.
"N-no, stop. P-Please," Nike gasped, his lips wobbling as he fell on the floor, not being able to take it anymore.
"It's just the starting," Tiger said, removing his foot.
He walked to Nike's laid figure, grabbed him by his collar and dragged him to the couch set in the hall.
Nike rested his one hand back, his other hand still stuck to his side.
Tiger walked towards him as he crawled back, his head hitting the edge of the couch behind him. His assets trapped him, laying him on a platter and serving him to death.
"What did you say earlier? That I can't kill you at my place? Watch me kill you in your place, with no ounce of mercy."
"Why are.. Why are y-you doing this?" Nike asked, his breaths giving away at his words, his hands falling to his sides, resting against the cold, chilling floor for support.
"You went against me. You touched her," Tiger aimed for his knee, pulling the trigger as the gunshot echoed against the walls with Nike's bone-chilling scream, "against her will," shifting the gun from his right hand to his left, aiming for another foot of the tormented guy as he pulled the trigger, "even when she cried for you to stop." Nike shrieked more loudly, cries leaving his lips as a sob left his throat.
Tiger sat down in front of him, between his shot and bleeding legs, examining the sharpness of the dagger in his hands as he turned it between his fingers, playing with it, making Nike see just how much was remaining for him.
Tiger leaned in his face, his eyes boring holes in Nike's teary ones, showing all the pain he was about to give him, all the damage he would cause him, all the villainy he possessed, all the monstrosity confined in him.
Moreover, the death he brought with him. The death he was for him.
"No-no," Nike muttered, pleading in front of the man he thought he got away from in the morning, who was now in his place, injuring him, harming him, hurting him, ruining him, all in the worst way possible.
"You wanted an apartment with soundproof walls. So, your girls' screams don't get out of the house while you fuck 'em." Tiger whispered, turning the knife in his hands as its sharpness flashed under the blue dim lights.
Before Nike could predict his next move, the knife slashed down on his fingers.
Nike howled in utmost anguish, bringing his hand to his chest, his other hand falling over his knuckles, not feeling his fingers anymore as they lay on the floor, bleeding, not attached to his hand anymore, not a part of his body.
"Now, your screams won't get out of these four walls, too, when I fuck you." Tiger brought the knife in front of him, examining the trails of thick red liquid as the blood drops hung over its edges, clueless of where to flow, dropping down to the floor when the sharpness cut through them.
"N-No, p-please.." Nike cried, watching himself getting dismantled with such brutality, such cruelty. He couldn't fathom what was happening to him; it felt like a nightmare he badly wanted to believe in, but the raking pain was a knock to reality, a deadly reality.
"Already? I have just started. And you know me, Nike. I don't like to leave things unfinished." Tiger reminded, his voice only a whisper, but it was spine-chilling, murderous, dangerous.
He looked at Nike, who was crying, 'pleases' on his lips were constant like a mantra.
It satisfied his soul, feeding his hunger for revenge and fueling the fire burning in him.
He let Nike cherish his other fingers for a few moments, before grabbing his wrist, holding it in the air as he slashed the knife, slicing down his remaining fingers as they flew across the room, falling on the floor one by one, blood flowing out of Nike's flesh, gliding down his arms and dripping at the point of his elbow.
Nike let out a scream, accommodating all the pain, all the frustration, all the anger. He couldn't save himself, he was helpless in front of the man he hated the most, begging for his life to him. It frustrated him, and it hurt him, but did he have any other way? He could do nothing more than beg to be forgiven for a sin he didn't consider as one, for an act so usual and normal to him, for the atrocity which was a routine for him.
Tiger stabbed his thigh, making him holler more loudly, more painfully.
"Remember what I told you before I left in the morning?" Tiger pulled the knife out suddenly. Nike didn't cry this time, his voice getting lost in his throat.
"If you even dared to touch her, I'll chop off that thing between your legs." Tiger gritted out, repeating his words from the morning.
"Shall we do that since you didn't listen to me?" He aimed the gun between Nike's spread legs, aiming at his crotch.
Nike's eyes bawled out, the horror rushing back a gazillion times more, settling so deep that he felt himself going numb for a minute.
"N-No... Tiger, please no. Stop." He pleaded, shaking his head with wide eyes.
Tiger's eyes darkened, his index finger pressing the trigger as Nike shut his eyes, knowing the man wouldn't listen to him, just like he didn't listen to her. Knowing he won't be shown any merch, just lils he didn't show any to her.
The gun fired, a loud, familiar shot echoing as Nike bellowed in pain, sobbing, crying, breaking.
The blood seeped out of his pants, between his legs. It was painful, more painful than all the other pain he went through today.
Tiger pushed the gun into his mouth, muffling his cries as he leaned closer to him.
"Stop crying. You don't get to moan over your pain after causing her much more." Tiger gritted out, forcing the gun into Nike's throat, making him gag.
His eyes were closed, his soul tired and exhausted. He couldn't feel himself anymore. He couldn't take it anymore.
And in the depths of his heart, he wished Tiger would just kill him already.
"You're dying for your death, aren't you?" Tiger asked.
Nike didn't respond; they just looked at him with hooded eyes, which were closing and rolling back because of the pain.
"I'll give it to you, slowly, torturously," Tiger muttered, his sinister smirk playing on his lips as he watched Nike for a few more minutes.
He rose from the floor, opening his jacket, taking out a small bottle, almost as big as a liquor bottle.
Nike swallowed, feeling his throat growing dry at the sight of a destructive liquid, the smell of kerosene hitting his nostrils.
"You have such a luxurious set of furniture. Sad to know your assets won't support you while you burn to death." Tiger opened the lid, turning the bottle slant as the liquid fell on Nike's head. Tiger moved it across his body, small drops dripping down on Nike's clothes, staining them in their ruinous nature, indicating the flames of death they would invigorate on his skin.
Tiger dodged the bottle to the side, knowing he touched them with his gloved hands.
"You monster," Nike remarked, his eyes hooded, half closed, a dry chuckle leaving his lips, a light smirk on his lips.
"Took you long enough to find out." Tiger took out his lighter—a golden, classic lighter, opening it with a click as he pressed his thumb on the ignition button, causing the flame to rise from the nozzle, a deceptively beautiful mixture of orange, red and deep yellow in the dire darkness of the room.
Tiger took his steps back, standing at a distance as he flicked the lighter to where Nike was sprawled on the floor, the flame quickly catching the kerosene, burning him as he screamed, shrieked, cried and struggled for death.
Tiger turned around, walking towards the door as Nike's screams faded in the background. He twisted the knob open, making his way out and closing it shut before Nike's screams can make it out of the room.
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