As I rounded the corner to the stairs, they were about to reach the first floor. Making a quick judgment, I jumped over the guardrail and fell through the gap in the stairs, landing on the first floor the moment the first loser stepped onto the ground floor.
He was shocked by my sudden appearance as I pulled a knife out, and he put up his arms, covering his face. But that wasn't my target, as the six-inch blade stabbed into his gut; the kid screamed out in pain while I dragged it across his stomach, gutting him.
Hearing the sound of their friends' bloody organs falling onto the ground, the other nine freaked out. "You're a monster!" one of them screamed, but I only smiled as I spoke.
"What makes you any different? How many girls' lives have you losers ruined? Yes, I am a monster, but I never said I wasn't. I know what I am and accept it with pride, but unlike you losers who hide it. I embrace it for all to see." I said, rushing towards the one who called me a monster.
He threw a right hook, but he was a high school student. It was slow and easy to dodge, before I grabbed his arm and stabbed into his armpit while speaking.
"Did you know there is a major artery in your Armpits? Which is also where the nerves that control your arm are. Cutting it will lead to massive blood loss and loss of the ability to control your arm." I said, pulling the blade out, and he stumbled back as his right arm fell limp.
Blood started to flow down his arm, soaking his white shirt. Fear spread across his face, and I laughed as I spoke. "Now you know just a little of the fear you put those girls through; taste it till your last moment of your life. Maybe after being tormented for a few thousand years in hell, it will straighten you up." I said before looking at the others on the stairs.
A smile spread across my face as I blocked them from getting onto the ground floor. "So what is it going to be, shit stains? Run back up there and hope to reach the end of the hallway for the other stairs. Or try to get past me right here. I am sure at least one or two of you will get past me, but getting out of the school is another thing altogether. But if you run back upstairs, I can shoot you in the back. Which is it?" I egged them on.
The group stood there for a moment before the first row, then rushed towards me. "THAT'S WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!!! FACE YOUR DEATH HEAD-ON; ONLY THEN WOULD I HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR SHIT STAINS LIKE YOU!!" I roared out as a bigger teen tried to tackle me.
But I grabbed him by the hair and shoved the knife into his eye socket. His body went limp, allowing me to cut off the other two before they got past me. Stabbing one in before pulling it out and spinning my body, the quick movement sent the knife across the other's neck, slicing his throat.
He grabbed it and fell to his knees as the others quickly tried to get past me. Smiling, I grabbed another one by the back of his head, pulling it as I sank the knife into his brainstem, pulling it out as his legs went limp.
Pushing off the ground, I closed the distance with another one, stabbing him in the lower back. This made him stumble as I pulled the knife out and quickly switched hands with the knife, stabbing him in the right side of his neck, cutting the artery in it.
Three made it through, and I clicked my tongue. "Shit, I am getting rusty," I said, chasing after them, as the ones I had stabbed bled out, dying a few minutes later.
"You three better pick up the pace. I am catching up!" I yelled out with a smile, as I closed in on the slowest one. I caught up to him halfway down the hallway and tripped him as he slid face-first onto the floor. Before her could get up, I was on his back, pulling his head up by the hair.
With a swift movement, his throat was cut, opening his throat to the air as you could see inside his neck. Blood went everywhere as he grabbed his neck, trying to stop the bleeding. But I didn't stay to watch him die, as I knew the damage was enough to kill him before he could make it to a hospital.
"FUCK! HE IS GAINING ON US!" Tatsuya screamed out in panic as he looked back. They were almost to the door, slamming their bodies through it. The pair rushed towards their motorcycles, panting as they tried to make it through the parking lot.
His friend screamed out before tripping, making him look back to see a knife stuck in his back. "TATSUYA, HELP ME!!" He yelled, but Tatsuya looked at the crazed man chasing them, then turned and ran toward his bike.
Watching Tatsuya run away, the teen screamed. "TATSUYA, YOU BASTARD!!! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!!" The teen said, trying to pick himself up, only to hear a voice from behind him.
"Don't worry, he will die a worse death than you," I said, making the boy turn his head in shock as a combat hatchet slammed into the top of his head. Blood flowed down his forehead, then his face, as the kid fell to his knees. I placed a foot on his shoulder and pulled out the hatchet.
The next moment, I heard an engine rev and smiled as I rushed toward my Land Rover. It was nearby; as I got in, a motorcycle with Tatsuya drove past the front, making me peel out of my parking spot and chase him.
I rolled down the window, pulled out my M1911, and started firing. It made the teen panic and almost lose control, letting me close the distance as the front of my Land Rover neared his back tire.
He swerved onto the sidewalk before taking a right; I quickly whipped the rear of the Land Rover, letting me turn faster. Tatsuya looked over his shoulder as I pointed the M1911 out the window and fired again.
A shot hit his back tire, and he lost control of his bike. He and his bike slid along the side until he slammed into a guardrail, pinning him against it. I slammed on my brakes, bringing the Land Rover to a stop as a crowd began to watch.
"SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS MAD MAN!!" Tatsuya screamed out. But like in most Hentai, everyone just looked and never helped. I walked to the back of the Land Rover, opened it, took something out, and set it down in front of him.
"Wait!!! I can help you!!! I know where we brought the broken girls!! I can help you kill them!!" He yelled out, making me smile as I began to take the cap off what I carried over. It was a five-gallon jug of gasoline; as I began to pour it on him, he roared out.
"WHO GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ME!! TAKE ME TO COURT IF I DID SOMETHING WRONG!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
I put a cigarette in my mouth and pulled out a box of matches. "No, it tells me what I can or can't do if someone doesn't like what I am doing. Then they can kill me at any time; no one has the right to tell anyone what they can or can't do. But that doesn't mean people don't have a right to stop you. It all comes down to whether you have the power to do that; that's what the law is. They have the power to do it. Just like I have the power to kill you, because you don't have the power to stop me." I said, lighting the match.
I brought it up, lit the cigarette, then flicked the match onto him. The next moment, his body burst into flames as a scream escaped his mouth.
But since he was pinned and couldn't move the bike off him, the flames quickly engulfed his body. I watched for a moment, then turned around as he flailed his arms, trying to put the flames out. But by the time I got into the Land Rover, his body was barely moving before he slumped over his bike.