NOTE:
Oddity (Noun): Magic or power possessed by 0.5% of the world's human population, making them rare and extremely valuable. (They work similarly to quirks in BNHA)
- Italics = thoughts the POV thinks for the story (character development?)
- I realized (parenthesis) can also be thoughts but it's like mix of author's thoughts and the character's thoughts. This is confusing. I guess it's more directed towards the audience than the characters in the story
Previously:
"So, I'm here tonight to ask you a very important question before I kill you. Why'd you target those two places and more importantly, why did you think that the idea of rape and non-consensual sex is acceptable? Oh, Borris..."
I threw in a low-key psychotic smile (A/N An idiot told me it's Tokyo Ghoul Chic). I hope you feel fear and I hope that fear overwhelms you. After all... you deserve it.
"... say your prayers".
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POV ????
By the time I had finished with what I needed to say, the office welcomed eerie and cold silence. Well... not exactly silence since the rainstorm was still going haywire and the rain was still beating the shit out of the windows. When I say silence, I meant that there was nothing being said by both parties. Obviously, none from me since I had finished my lecture and was waiting for a response from Borris, and nothing from Borris as he continued to float in mid-air, mouth agape. However, a response was not what I got at all.
Instead, I was greeted by an extremely pale face on Borris. Holy shit, there is legitimately no sign of blood near his face. I didn't freak him out too much, right? In addition to the whiteness, he looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, and I could have sworn that I could see sweat forming on his forehead. It was quite clear from this distance. Anyway, he was straight up frozen... in the air... We were still in the air, right? I looked down to confirm my curiosity, only to not be greeted by the floor but instead just nothingness. I also realised, after paying closer attention, that Borris wasn't actually frozen. In fact, he was far from frozen. His hands and feet were trembling like an earthquake. It was so bad that I thought I had caused him to have a seizure and started kind of freaking out internally because I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE SOMEONE TO HAVE A FUCKING SEIZURE.
Fuckity fuck, I need to see if he's alright. I don't wanna but I don't want to cause someone's death in such a painful manner like this.
"Uh... are you okay?"
THANK THE LORD I HAD ASKED because the question broke him out of his trance and somewhat reduced the shaking of his limbs. But also, damn the lord for making me ask because Borris immediately decided to swing towards my not-face in response. With my fast reflexes, I managed to dodge getting hooked into the wall. He didn't expect that though, and clumsily flew towards the desk. I'm assuming he increased the weight of his hands considering the velocity he flew with. That punch would've fucking hurt... ouch. Borris didn't crash on the table (unfortunately) but instead managed to land on the desk on his two feet. It wasn't very elegant though, not going to lie. At this point, I had moved towards the door to the outside space where the cubicles were located and I gave him a semi-pissed look.
"Oi, that was bloody rude. I was just checking whether you went into some sort of epileptic shock because I sure as hell don't want to be responsible for that."
Ignoring my comment, he rudely pointed his finger at me and began to shout, "H-HOW'D YOU FI-FIND OUT?"—Wow, that was easy. At least deny the accusation first—"AND WHO ARE YOU? Actually, I've already asked you that question twice and you refuse to answer that. REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE, WHAT I DO AND DON'T DO SHOULD BE NONE OF YOUR CONCERN. YOU WEREN'T DIRECTLY AFFECTED AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU."*
He continued to yap as he put his finger down and went into an odd-looking stance. He had his two fists out in front of him, just holding them out. Personally, I didn't get it but by the looks of it, his attack mode switch had been turned on.
"Anyway, you shouldn't have researched me because now you know too much. You need to disappear... permanently."
I gave him an amused look and simply replied,
"Well, can't say I didn't see that coming."
Apparently, that was the wrong answer because he gave me a mean scowl and then proceeded to pounce at me with one fist out and the other one behind him. I jumped away in defence towards the back windows and looked back at him, only to see the window that had been looking out into the cubicles being smashed and the blinds crushed under the weight of his hands.
Curiosity once again got the best of me and I asked, "How much weight did you put into your hands?"
Borris gave once of his nasty smirks again and kindly answered.
"50 kg in each."
"Can you not handle more or something?"
He sputtered and gave me a look. I think it was meant to be seen as a 'deadly glare'.
"Of course I can handle more. You're just not worth the effort and time."
"Oh. Well, in that case, thank you for making this fight a lot easier."
Once again, I must've said the wrong thing and I think the beaming smile that followed the reply may have added fuel to the fire because out of nowhere, the veins on his arms became a lot more visible and the size of said fists almost doubled. Once again, he rushed towards me fists out and all, with the addition of a manly "AAARRGGGGHHHH" to openly express his anger.
This time however, I didn't move away and just stayed in my spot. I let the black magic come out of my hand to create a barrier in front of me, where the fists would've supposedly hit. Once they made contact with each other, Borris's eyes slightly widened and pulled away (and jumped away). Except he took the black entity with him. The darkness began overtaking his fists which caused him to simultaneously panic and try to shake off the magic.
"What the fuck?! What is this?! Get this off me!"
He kept vigorously shaking his arms and I just sighed at him in disappointment.
"You know... you can't just shake it off. That'd be too easy. Plus I'm not done."
He looked over at me with panicked eyes before I gave him a simple smile and just said one word.
"Clutch."
The magic around his arm began to fit and shrink around his arm, causing them to squeeze past their limits. Borris gave out an excruciating scream of pain and I kind of felt bad. But not really because he kind of deserved it. I stopped the squeezing anyway and called the magic back into my hands. His hands had gone limp to his sides as he fell on to his knees. He was about to say something but I cut him off before he could get the first word out.
"Come on now. You can't be tapping out already. I did mention putting you at brink of death, didn't I? I'm nowhere near finished, you know."
With that being said, I moulded a rope out of my magic and wrapped it around his torso. A flick of my wrist caused him to fly across the room into his cabinets of trophies (of falsely acclaimed achievements) located on the last wall. (A/N I just realised how shit I am at describing the setting. I apologise. Please think up of an office that somewhat works in your head because I can't get my image across). He hit his achievements with a loud groan and stayed awkwardly upright against the destroyed cabinet for 5 seconds before attempting to regain balance.
By the time he managed to do so however, I had flown in front of him and grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt with my left arm, raising him up. He struggled to get out of the grip and proceeded to kick me with his newly formed, heavy legs, but it had no effect because being constantly punched by your best friend for no reason created some sort of resistance to these kinds of things. Ignoring his struggles, I flew up until my head was a few centimetres away from the ceiling and we were hovering above his mahogany desk.
He didn't know what was about to happen but gave me a pleading look anyway, expecting it to work. It didn't. With half my power (so I didn't actually kill him), I smashed him down into the fancy desk, causing it to break in half in an inelegant manner. There were wood pieces flying everywhere, bouncing off the trophies, walls and windows. Borris laid in the middle of the cracked, wooden furniture with his eyes closed in pain as blood came from where the wood partially stabbed him. Good that he's breathing. I guess that should be enough.
I was about to move away from him and turned my back towards the exit, mission being completed and all but apparently, he had enough energy and guts to say one statement.
"The... girls... from the... orphanage and... shelter... have been... killed... for nearly... costing me... a business deal. They thought... they could play... self-defence... and get away. The whores... deserve what they got."
"O-HO you son of a bitch. I've changed my fucking mind. I'm personally sending you to the gates of hell now."
Yes, I fucking snapped. I turned around and roughly picked up his limp body, holding it out in front of me. With the windows now towards my back and the light hitting his face, I could see his smug smirk and I lost it all over again. I felt my right eye turning red and let the darkness of my left arm spread onto his body. It began overtaking his entire body, clothes and all. He began panicking again and tried to pry himself out of my grip.
"That's not going to work." My voice was now two octaves lower and was associated with a growl that caused Mr. Tori to shiver in more fear. My magic had taken up everything from the bottom down and was now working up his neck. It had begun to drain the life source out of the criminal which could be observed by his cries of pain and fast wrinkling of his face.
I gave him a sad look and mentioned, "I really didn't want it to reach this point. Well... actually, my friend wouldn't because he's a huge advocate on avoiding killing unless absolute necessarily, or when my life is in danger. I personally would've killed you as soon as I entered this room. God, my friend is going to be pissed at me."
The darkness had now reached half his neck and I observed it passing over his chin. Suddenly, I sensed intense power and immediate danger coming from the direction of the door.
I swiftly dropped Borris' body on to the floor and jumped back, barely missing a fireball aimed directly towards my head. I instantly looked at the direction of where the fireball had come from, only to be greeted by a new guest. Except he wasn't new or a guest because I knew who the fuck he was—he doesn't know me though. Stalkerish indeed. It was research—and he sure as well wasn't a guest because he owned the entire building we were standing on. The fucking CEO of MegCorp. Borris wasn't bluffing. Seems like my time is up.
Now it really was silence, since the rain stopped abusing the windows a while ago and there was absolutely no movement from anyone in the room. The only thing that was happening was a lot of eye movement. At least, from the new guy's part. Borris and I were just staring at him whereas he was currently looking between me and the limp body, as well as the state of the room. Once he was done analysing the situation, he looked at me and boy, oh, boy, was it terrifying. You could clearly see fury as well as confusion running through his eyes. It caused me to swallow the little saliva I had in my mouth.
Finally (in the worst way possible), the silence was broken by the powerful man with a grim growl directed straight towards me.
"Just what the fuck is going on here?"