“Guh…urgh,” The occasional grunts and moans of Zack were audible as he trudged along the streets. Blood had trailed behind him, dripping from the hand which hung onto his arm by a thread of flesh. He had clenched his cut, burned wrist, keeping it from being torn off by gravity. “Huff, huff…eugh.”

  I-I can’t fight head on…like this. My back is on fire, but my arm…it feels like it’s not there. Zack pondered as he ceased his movement momentarily, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth in the process. What the hell…am I supposed to do?

  Though Zack had stopped moving, the tapping of footsteps was rhythmically audible.

  “Where do you hope to run…well, limp to, Zack? I know the burning pain is unbearable for you,” Following him from a block away, Mohawk remarked. “Twintails’s knives aren’t only made from the strongest materials to prevent shattering, but they're also heated to extremely high temperatures. You should be lucky you still have that hand of yours.”

  Huff…I don’t have any more explosives on me… Zack spoke to himself as he continued to clench his ravaged hand, stumbling and staggering as he walked. I only…have one good hand.

  BAM!

  With a super soldier revealing himself from an alleyway and darting towards his target, Zack received a boot and was knocked away.

  “Eugh!!” Zack grunted as he landed on his mangled, burned hand, blood spurting as his body weight rested on it. “Ahhh!”

  With drawn out, labored breathing and open mouth gulps, Zack had slowly rolled himself off his damaged limb. His eyes were greeted to the looming presence of Mohawk before him after he had rolled over.

  “Tsk!” Clicking his tongue in shock, Zack had stretched his only useful hand towards his enemy. Before he could even hope to initiate an attack, a hard sensation had slammed into the side of his face.

  With Mohawk’s right leg lifted in the air, Zack had been launched once again. His body tore through walls and crashed into the interior of a skyscraper.

  “Urgh…” Zack muttered as he laid delirious on the marble floor.

  “You have no idea how cathartic this is for me, Zack,” Mohawk remarked as he entered the hole in the structure caused by Zack’s body. “Those light beatings I gave you in high school could never come close.”

  “Huff, huff…what the hell is wrong with you!?” Zack yelled, anger seeping through his weak voice. “Why don’t…you do something better…in your life, urgh, you damned sadist!”

  “Hah, after what you criminals did to this country? You guys are less than human, and you deserve everything that’s coming to ya,” Mohawk remarked as he followed Zack who slowly attempted to crawl away. “But you in particular, Zack, you’re a far more vile bastard, huh?”

  “Huh–OW!” Zack had no time to respond to Mohawk’s aggressive words, as the soldier violently grabbed him by the injured, nearly severed wrist and invoking pain in the blessed criminal. “AOW…urgh.”

  “Your hand is barely hanging on, it’s annoying to look at,” Mohawk remarked as Zack desperately clenched onto the opponent’s hand, trying his hardest to release his grip. “Might as well rip it off!”

  CRACK!

  With an effortless pull, Mohawk had torn off what remained of the connection between the hand and arm.

  “URGH!” Reacting to his missing hand, Zack had grunted and screamed. “AHHH!”

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  “Oh, don’t be such a baby, Zack. This pain is nothing,” Mohawk remarked as he tossed Zack’s severed hand to the side as if it were a piece of trash. “Nothing compared to what you did to Mariette.”

  “What…are you…talking about?”

  “Heh, of course a demented bastard like you would forget,” Mohawk remarked as he chuckled to himself. “Well, I’m not angry, really. A loser like you would want to forget your high school days.”

  “M-Mariette…that’s your girlfriend, right?” Zack remarked as he clenched his bleeding arm. “I…remember her.”

  “...Do you know what happened to her? After your damned outburst which blew up the school’s cafeteria, Mariette was injured badly,” Mohawk responded with a cold demeanor. “She suffered in the hospital with third degree burns all over…until the day she died.”

  “...That was…an accident, and it wouldn’t…have happened if you…never pushed me to the edge,” Zack remarked, before faintly smirking. “But eitherway…screw Mariette–”

  BAM!

  With a sudden burst of movement, Mohawk grabbed Zack by the shirt and slammed his fist into his face.

  “Screw Mariette, huh!? Shut the hell up!” With blood flying all over and even unto the super soldier, Mohawk remorselessly and savagely pummeled Zack with unceasing strikes. He never stopped even after the wet popping noises which came from Zack’s face and chest. “Creepy loser bastard! Why were you even born!”

  Finally taking a moment to catch his breath, Mohawk had paused his feral beating. The floor of the infrastructure was painted red, along with the clothing of the super soldier. It was not nearly as much as his fist or Zack’s face, as the two were drenched to the point of blood dripping from them.

  Zack, the man subjected to this brutalization, was barely conscious at this point. His face was not only bloodied and bruised, but the portions of skin on his chin, his forehead and face were split.

  “Huff, huff…really lost my cool, huh?” Mohawk remarked when suddenly his attention was alerted to the sounds of footsteps behind him. Turning his gaze, he witnessed his super soldier allies entering the building. “Oh, it’s you guys.”

  “Sergeant Twintails is right outside in case you still need her support,” A super soldier remarked. “Though from the looks of it…you definitely don’t need any help with this criminal.”

  “...I’ve definitely wasted a lot of time with this piece of trash,” Mohawk remarked as he coldly wiped away Zack’s blood from his face, just for more to still be seen due to his half-hearted attempt. “I’ll finish this so we can deal with the other criminals.”

  W-Why…why does this always have to happen to me? I’m in this broken, beaten state…and then these guys’ll get praised for this! Zack pondered as he silently seethed in his pain. You people were the ones who made me the way I am! Torturing me for no damned reason!

  “You’re going to die here, Zack. All alone like a dog,” Mohawk remarked as he stooped to Zack’s level. “This type of death is more than you deserve, if you ask me.”

  I’m so damned frustrated. I’m going to die, and this guy will be the one to kill me? Zack pondered as he slowly mustered the remaining strength to flip over his one good arm, the fingertips of his hand touching the ground. I’ve been keeping it in…and taking this shit all my life, but if I’m going to die here, there’s no damned point!

  A super soldier had witnessed as the glove on Zack’s severed arm across the room had begun to gleam with light, much to his surprise. This may have been bad, but everyone’s attention was immediately diverted to the walls and ground of the infrastructure they occupied being illuminated with that exact same light.

  “H-Huh!?” Standing outside on a nearby building, Twintails had uttered with surprise at the light which engulfed the infrastructure.

  “What the…?” Mohawk muttered as he and the super soldiers had gazed around in surprise.

  “Screw…all of you,” Straining to get the sentence out, Zack remarked.

  “Shit! Don’t just stand there!” Mohawk yelled as he made a break for it, grabbing the arm of another soldier in the process. “Get out, all of you!”

  BOOM!

  The walls and windows of the skyscraper had violently shattered and were blown apart with a sudden, deafening violent ring. An explosion had dwarfed nearby buildings, well at least it would have, as the shockwaves had flattened the property like dominoes.

  It wasn’t just the infrastructure: trees uprooted, vehicles ragdolled, streetlights folded, the asphalt road liquefied and split apart by the earthquake like tremors…anything unfortunate enough to be within hundreds of meters of that blast would have been destroyed.

  “AAAHHHHH!!!” Twintails was no different despite being a powerful super soldier, as the shockwaves of the blast had slammed into her, and tossed her aside.

  Zack had been exposed to unnecessary torture…and he had finally released some of that rage which built up.