The silence of the huge mansion was broken by the dull sound of blows. Plaintive moans and wheezes filled the spacious study, the walls of which were decorated with paintings worth a fortune. On the floor, among the fragments of an expensive glass table, lay an obese man in a luxurious suit, clutching his bloody nose. Blood was running down his face, mixing with sweat and fear.
— Have mercy... I beg you... I'll give you everything, just don't kill me... — The plaintive pleas mixed with the grunts of the fat man, whose face had been turned into a piece of meat, filled the spacious room.
The man in front of him, fully clothed in black clothes, silently wiped away the drops of blood from his gloves. His face remained impassive, as if he was just doing another assignment. However, his gaze was filled with contempt, disgust, and bloodlust. The eyes of the man in black clothes pierced the victim, completely depriving him of any hope of survival.
The fat man wheezed, trying to get up on trembling hands: — Who sent you? That bastard, Warren? Or are they his mutts? Do they want to take me out? Please don't do this.… We can make a deal! I'll give you more money! How much did they pay you? Come on, tell me, I'll double that amount!
However, to the fat man's great regret, he was only answered by a short mocking exhale.
— Do you think I care about money? — The man dressed in black asked, after which he kicked the fat man in the stomach once again, causing him to vomit.
— To put it bluntly, I'm not interested in your dirty money, shove it up your ass!
With that, another kick landed on the fat man's carcass.
— Besides, I don't work for your competitors.
After each sentence, the man in black clothes kicked the fat businessman in the most vulnerable places, causing him to feel a wide range of pain.
—T-then why? Why are you doing all this?
— Why? A really interesting question...
The man in black did not answer, but only pulled down the mask with his hand, which covered most of his face. Bending down, he stared intently into the fat man's eyes, as if asking: «Do you recognize me?»
— Hello, Uncle Kevin...
— Really you... Edward... — Kevin shuddered. The man he had thought dead for fifteen long years was standing right in front of him. Even though the childish features had long since left Edward's face, Kevin recognized him immediately.
— I finally figured it out. Yes, I am your nephew, and also your brother's son. I am the son of James Norton, the man you filthily betrayed and killed because of your ambitions! A murderous smile continued to grace the young man's face, despite the fact that he was almost shouting now.
— It's impossible...
Hearing his relative's words, Edward just rolled his eyes.
— Nothing is impossible in this world... So, after you found out my identity, are you still going to ask me to save your miserable life? Although, a pig like you is really capable of such a thing.…
The undisguised anger that filled Edward's every word terrified the fat man. He understood that his nephew was just furious right now. Unable to control his emotions, he continued to beg for mercy, looking even more pitiful and vile. Kevin didn't care how he looked from the outside right now. At the moment, he only wanted to escape.
— After everything you've done to my family, I've sunk to rock bottom... For fifteen years, my every day has been filled with a struggle for survival, and all for this moment. The moment when you, a pig, will crawl on your knees in front of me and beg for forgiveness! Do you really think that's enough for me to pardon you?!
At first, the young man's voice was quiet, but by the end it abruptly turned into a scream, which scared Kevin even more. He couldn't stand the tone, and a wet spot appeared between his legs. However, the fat man understood that now was not the time to pay attention to his pride. The main thing was to save your life, and you can always take revenge.
— Uh, Edward, please have mercy on me... Your father... I didn't want to kill him, I was forced to!
However, the fat man's words had absolutely no effect. Edward was disgusted by all this hypocrisy.
— But once I even respected you and considered you a good person... How people make mistakes...
In a matter of seconds, Edward pulled a long thin knife from his belt and, cutting through the air, plunged it into the soft flesh of his uncle.
— Aaaaaaaaargh...
The office was filled with an inhuman scream. The fat man was trembling and screaming at the same time, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder.
— You're squealing like a pig, and that's just a small part of what my parents endured... Get ready, the next moments of your despicable life will be a living hell for you. I'll do my best…
And it really was like that. Edward wasn't going to kill his uncle quickly. He wanted to torture him slowly, pushing him to the limit and gradually driving him crazy. It was the least Edward could have done after years of hating.
Instead of killing his uncle with a single precise movement of his hand, Edward left multiple wounds of varying severity on his body. Sometimes he would make small scratches, teasing his uncle, and sometimes he would cut off pieces of his skin and flesh altogether. All the actions were accompanied by Kevin's inhuman screeching, as well as Edward's sad memories.
Each stab not only brought the fat man closer to death, but also revived in Edward's mind what he had sealed in his memory for many years. Memories of that ill-fated day when his parents were killed by Kevin's thugs. The more Edward thought about it, the more furious he became. Right now, he didn't look like an adult, but like a child who was venting all his anger.
Edward had a clear picture of that terrifying night when the tragedy happened. He was relaxing peacefully with his parents by the fireplace when suddenly some people burst into the house. Little Edward didn't understand what was going on. His parents quickly hid him in a secret place, and he could only hear what was happening in the house. However, even this was enough for the child to be terrified.
He heard everything: how his parents were tortured, their screams of pain, the rage of his father watching his wife and Edward's mother being raped, as well as their last words. All of this left a heavy imprint on Edward's mind. Back then, all he could think about was getting out of hiding and going to Kevin, the only person who could help, but... The boy's whole world finally collapsed when, amidst the chaos, he heard the laughter of his only relative. At that moment, Edward realized that his uncle was to blame for the death of his parents. He was completely alone.
After this incident, Edward lived like a street urchin for a year, wandering the streets in an attempt to survive, until at one point he was picked up by a strange man. As it turned out, this man was an assassin for hire, and he picked up Edward only in order to make him his successor. However, Edward didn't mind. On the contrary, he saw a chance to take revenge. Fueled by a sense of hatred, Edward persevered through all the harsh training. The anger that was firmly rooted in his heart helped Edward survive and not break down, until finally he was able to become an assassin. For many years, he did a lot of dirty work, while simultaneously investigating the death of his parents. And one day, the moment of revenge came.
All fifteen years flashed before Edward's eyes. He continued to injure his uncle with a knife, but suddenly realized that he was not showing any signs of life. Even the strangled wheezing stopped, and his eyes became cloudy and lifeless.
— Aaaaaaaargh... Edward screamed. The revenge he had been living for until now was finally over. Falling to his knees, the man began to cry. He hadn't shed a tear in fifteen years, but Edward was crying now. All the pain that he had accumulated over the years poured out, as if all his wounds had been opened in one moment.
— Mom, Dad... I have avenged you... Now you can finally find peace...
Edward's voice was shaking, and he was shaking. Barely able to control his own hands, he brought to his throat the knife with which he had recently hacked his uncle.
— Your son would like to see you in paradise... Alas, my way there is closed.
After taking revenge, Edward achieved his goal. His life had been ruined a long time ago, the only thing that kept him in this world was his endless hatred for his uncle. However, she disappeared with Kevin's death. All he has left is emptiness. He no longer saw the point in continuing his suffering. Quickly drawing a sharp blade across his throat, he inflicted an injury incompatible with life. With every drop of blood that flowed, Edward's life drained away. But there was satisfaction in his glassy, lifeless eyes, and a serene smile on his pale lips.