《THE HYBRID》Chapter 02 - Bloodbath
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AN: Here is chapter 3 of this side project of lazy me. WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!
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The young man decided to make the 2 beautifull women his slaves, kill all the bandits, then enslave the rest of the girls.
''There are 15 bandits here right now, they are drunks and their hips are tired... Shouldn't be much of a problem. However it would be best to keep them from calling reinforcements as I don't know the total number of bandits.''
The young man silently went back to the first place where he got a view of the hallway, checked the distance, and went through the walls until the end of the hallway. He made a small hole and saw that it turned at a 90° angle and there were stairs leading upward. Then he did something quite ingenious.
With his ability, that he called 'matter manipulation', he a piece of the wall, as high and wide as the hallway, and rotated it like a door to close the path to the stairs and the subsequent noise. It did take quite a bit of his mana but it wasn't really a concern for him. He though it wouldn't be a bother to deal with the bandits.
With the path secured, he made his way toward the first cell. 4 men were busy raping 3 women while 2 others were lying on the side without energy. The young man nonchalantly entered the cell with his spear in his right hand and looked at the scene for a second. 2 of the men noticed him.
-Ehh?? Who the fuck are you??
-What? Where did you come from, I n-
Before the second guy could finish his sentence, the spear of the young man had pierced his head right between the eyes. His body spasmed for a bit as it released semen in pussy of the woman, then went completly limp. The others 3 men and the girls were shocked by what had happened, and before they could react, the young man pulled his spear back, making the body of the man fall on top of the woman he was fucking and spraying her with blood and brain pieces.
In a fast and swift move, he turned toward the men that had his back to him, lowered his stance while holding the spear in the middle of the pole and thrust his weapon in an upward movement toward the asshole of the guy, ripping it and going all the way the heart. The young man was taking pleasure at the prospect of hurting them, and wanted to play with his preys. The second men died after releasing a hoarse cry of agony.
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The last 2 men started to react as the girls screamed in fright. The young man released his weapon and struck the third men with a strong and fast kick in the neck. He heard and felt the cervicals snapping as the body was hurled toward the side where the 2 last girls were lying. The fourth man tried to tackle him but the young man greated him with an elbow strike that cracked his skulls.
The death scream of the second man and the screams of the girls had alerted the men from the 2 neighbouring cells. As the young man retrieved his spear and went back into the hallway, 3 men came out of their cell as well. Seeing the unknown, barefooted young man with a bloody spear in hand, the man at the back was the fastest to react
-WE HAVE AN INTRUDER!!
-What the fuck?
-Who is this guy?
-Who I am? That's a good question...
The young man had answered truthfully, but it only enraged the others men who had come out of the rest of the cells. There were now 11 men in the hallway. Some were still pitching a tent, and that sight made the young man burst out in laughter. But he was still quick to act. As the first 2 men started at him he took them down with 2 quick stabs to their throat while still laughing heartedly.
That made the other 9 shudder and they started to take him as a serious threat.
''This body is fast, strong and precise! I don't even need a weapon against them. I wonder to which extend I can damage them with my fists and legs?''
The young man threw his spear at the third man in line, piercing his sternum, and quickly advanced toward the 2 men closest to him. To the first one he delivred a low kick, breaking both of his legs, the bones sticking out. He punched the other one in the jaw, shattering it and snaping his neck as his head violently reared back. The young man started grinning at his prowess, and the bandits panicked and tried to overwhelm him.
With a powerfull shoulder tackle, he stopped their charge, while crushing the chest of the man in front. He grabbed the head of another bandit, and in a powerfull spinning motion, ripped his head off. He sent another one flying backward with a front kick, and ducked to avoid the punch of another one.
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He found himself in front of the man crotch, and acted on the mean idea that crossed his mind: He released a powerfull uppercut on the man's family jewels, blasting them along with his penis. The man was sent 1 meter in the air while leaking a short, unmanly scream of pain before falling down, inerte.
''7 down, 4 more to go... Wait, I should keep some alive for interrogations!''
The young man took out his dagger and quickly stabbed 2 of the bandits in the heart. The only ones left alive were the one he front kicked and the ones whose legs were broken. He went to the first one and shattered his knee with a powerfull stomp. Then he dragged him by his injured legs next to the other one with broken legs.
-Good!! Now listen you 2, I'm going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer. If you refuse to answer, I will slowly remove your balls, and if you still refuse to cooperate, I will cut your dicks pieces by pieces, understood? I'm sure you understand!!
The 2 bandits looked at him with great fear.
-Now, first question: How many of you guys are left, I already know there were 15 of you her, how many are left?
-44 are left, plus the boss and his right hand! Said the man with a shattered knee
The young man then planted his dagger in the dick of the other man, who howled in pain.
-Good boy, now second question: Where are the slave collars and how do you activate them.
-The collars are always with the boss. When you put a slave collar on someone, you press your thumb with a drop of blood on it and say 'activate contract'. To remove the collar you do the same but you say 'release contract' instead. Only the one who activated the contract can release it. If he dies 2 weeks must pass before another contract can be made. Only a contractor can take off a slavery collar. Said the same man.
The young man stabbed the dick of the other bandit another time.
-Lastly, where are your boss and his right hand, and how do they fight
-The boss and Doug are in the upper floor. The boss has a enchanted chainmail and use a double headed battle axe and water magic. Doug is an assassin, he use daggers, throwing knives and a crossbow.
The young man then slashed the throat of the other bandits. He had a look at the cells. The first cell had 5 women, the secood had 3, the third had 4, the fourth had 6 and the last one contained the 2 beautifull trophies. He went to the second cell and dragged the 3 women to the third cell. He then dragged the bandit to the newly emptied cell and closed it. He used his matter manipulation to completly lock the cell doors.
-All right everyone, you wait patiently here until I'm done.
The young man retrieved his spear and went toward the stairs. He made a path for himself and closed it, then carefully advanced. Once on top of the stairs he focused his senses to locate any nearby bandits. He was in small room with a door in front and another on each side. All were slightly ajar.
Scent of food and liquor came from the room on the right, he went there and found 5 bandits drunk and sleeping. He quickly and silently killed them, and took 2 big gulps of a bottle of wine. He didn't eat nor drink anything since he had woken up. He wanted to drink some more, but not before killing everyone. He went toward the door at the center and peaked. The room was like an entry hall, with double doors leading outside and stairs leading toward the upper floor on each side.
The young man decided to go straight for the boss. He swiftly but silently moved to the upper floor and threw his spear in the head of the man who was standing guard in front of the hallway. The young man continued his advance toward what should be the master bedroom. He was excited at the prospect of fighting someone who could use both weapons and magic. He was curious at how his experimental body would fare against magic.
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AN: I was in a bit of a bad mood and writing this was a good stress releiver :)
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