The message pulsed in front of me like a heartbeat I didn't want to hear.Kill him.
Fisk roared, barreling forward. My brain screamed for me to dodge, but my body rooted itself in place. I caught his arm and let the impact drive me back, my heels grinding against polished marble until my spine slammed against a pillar. Pain shot through my ribs, but my hands stayed locked on him.
[Brutal Momentum: Reset][Kingpin STR doubled — 23 seconds remaining]
"Liam!" Daredevil's voice was sharp, desperate. "Don't freeze up! He'll kill us both!"
I shoved off the pillar, twisting, dragging Fisk's momentum sideways. He was heavy—solid like a wall—but the Limit Break still burned in my muscles. My knee cracked into his side, my elbow slammed into his neck, but each hit was met with a counter like a wrecking ball.
The system's quest marker hovered in the corner of my vision.It would be so easy—let the strength take over, put my fist through his throat, and watch this nightmare end.Too easy.
"Come on!" Fisk's spit hit my face as he growled. "You're stronger than this. I can feel it."
He swung. I ducked. My fist connected with his jaw so hard I felt bone shift. He stumbled—just a step—but his eyes lit with twisted pride. "There it is."
Daredevil came in low, baton cracking against Fisk's knee. The big man staggered, but his backhand caught Matt across the temple, sending him sprawling against the wall. Blood splattered across the marble.
I stepped between them. My breath was ragged, chest burning, but I knew what I needed to do. "You don't get to hurt anyone else."
Fisk wiped the blood from his mouth, smearing it like war paint. "You think killing me will change this city? I'm not the disease, boy—I'm the immune system. You're the infection."
I clenched my fists. "You're wrong."
He laughed, low and hateful. "You don't believe that. I see it—the hesitation. You want to be better than me?Then be weak. Spare me. Let me crawl back and rebuild everything you tried to burn down. I'll even send flowers to your grave when I'm done."
The quest icon pulsed again.[Time remaining before Enrage ends: 8 seconds]
I could feel Daredevil's eyes on me. He wasn't saying anything this time.He knew.
I lunged, fists moving faster than I could think. The first hit drove him back, the second rocked his head, the third cracked against his ribs with a sound I didn't want to remember.
He swung back—a hammer of a fist—but I slipped under it, came up with an uppercut that lifted his feet from the ground.
He staggered, coughing. "Go on… finish it."
I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him it didn't have to be this way.But I knew I couldn't let him walk away.
I grabbed him by the neck, yanking him forward, my forehead slamming into his nose with a wet crunch. He dropped to one knee. I drove my knee into his skull, and when he fell, I didn't stop.
I got on top of him while my fists came down again and again, each hit a thunderclap in my ears, the marble beneath him cracking under the force.
Blood smeared across my knuckles. His breaths turned to gurgles. His eyes—once burning—were glassy now.
Tears started streaming down my cheeks as one more punch fell down with a wet crunch.
[Kingpin HP: 0][Quest Complete — Eliminate Kingpin][Reward: +10 levels, Shop unlocked, Skill ID Create obtained]
I stayed there, fists still curled, body trembling. My chest heaved like I'd run a marathon in hell, tears falling.
The system's victory chime was distant, hollow.
Daredevil limped closer, his voice low. "…Liam."
I looked at him, but my vision blurred. My knuckles were dripping. I couldn't tell if it was his blood or mine. "I… I didn't want to…"
"You didn't have a choice," Matt said. It sounded like he wanted to believe it as much as I did.
I sat back on my heels. Fisk's massive body was still, too still. The skyline beyond the glass glittered like nothing had happened. Like the city didn't care either way.
My stomach turned. "Now that I've crossed this line… what's left of me?"
Matt didn't answer. His silence was worse than words.
I pushed myself up, legs shaking, and looked down at Fisk one last time. He looked smaller now. Human. And that almost made it worse.
Ghostline's voice crackled in my earpiece. "Security's moving up. You need to get out—now."
I took a step back. My boots left red prints on the marble. The system pinged again, offering me new skills, new power. I ignored it.
We slipped out through the service stairwell, Ghostline's interference covering our escape. But the city felt heavier than before. Every shadow whispered the same thing.You killed him.
And no matter how many quests I completed or levels I gained… I wasn't sure I'd ever be okay with this.
Making our way down, the stairwell was narrow, concrete walls slick with condensation, the hum of machinery echoing through it.My hands still stung from the impact, every heartbeat throbbing in my knuckles.
I kept expecting sirens. Kept expecting someone to yell, "Stop, murderer!" But all I heard was our footsteps and Ghostline's voice feeding us directions.
"Two floors down, take the side door to the parking structure. I've looped the cameras, but it won't last forever."
Daredevil moved ahead, steady but limping. Every so often, he'd glance back at me—not to check if I was keeping up, but… watching. Measuring.
When we burst out into the cold night air, Ghostline was already there, the van's side door open. "In. Now."
I climbed in, my hands leaving smudges of red on the doorframe. The city lights streaked past as we pulled away, but all I could see was Fisk's face in those last seconds—how he hadn't begged. How he'd smiled, like he'd been right about me all along.
The system's notification still floated at the edge of my vision:[Skill Unlocked — ID Create][New Shop Available][EXP +10 Levels]
I dismissed them.
No one said anything for the first ten minutes. The hum of the engine filled the silence. Ghostline finally broke it. "So… is he—?"
"He's dead," I said, too quickly. Too flat.
Ghostline's hands tightened on the wheel. "Good."
I almost told him it wasn't. But the words wouldn't come.
We stopped at one of Ghostline's safehouses—a nondescript apartment with blackout curtains and too many locks. I went straight to the bathroom, turning the faucet on full blast.
The water ran pink as I scrubbed my hands. Then red. Then almost clear. Still, I kept going. The skin broke under my nails.
I could still feel the softness of his skull giving way under my fists. The jolt of bone against my knuckles.
I braced my hands on the sink and looked up at the mirror.
The man staring back at me wasn't who I wanted to be. A hero? I could never be a hero.
Not like Spider-Man, one of my past life favorites, or Batman. They didn't kill, but what I just did…That wasn't heroic.
[liam it was]
"System… God gave you to me, so why… why did you want me to do that?"
[some people are too far gone to be saved. while god might forgive them, that doesn't mean he should. as why would a father ever hate his children?]
"Did I do the right thing?"
[yes liam. while it may have repercussions later on, you got rid of a monster. don't let the guilt consume you, as fisk isn't worth it]
"Thanks… indeed. To think alone for a bit. Don't tell me if I completed any quest till later, okay."
[of course liam]
Later, Daredevil found me sitting on the edge of the bed, still in my torn, blood-streaked jacket. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed.
"You did what needed to be done," he said.
I shook my head. "You don't get it. I wasn't thinking. I just… kept hitting him. I didn't stop until he—"
"Liam." His tone was firm. "If you'd stopped, he'd have gotten back up. And we wouldn't be sitting here talking about it."
"That doesn't make it right."
"It doesn't make it wrong either," he said. But he didn't look like he believed it.
We sat in silence.
"Do… do you have a place I can stay for a while? I'm kinda homeless, and it would help."
"Yeah. I'll get it set up tomorrow. Just… get some rest."
"Thanks. You have been more help than you could ever know."
(1500 word)
(okay i know some people might be wondering why is he so guilty about this well you have to remember e was a regular guy not long ago i mean if you killed someone would you be okay with it? no you wouldn't)
who should he be with?