"You fucking bitch!" A tall man with dirty, greasy hair raged as a heavy fist slammed into the Bayleefs' beaten maw, knocking it to the ground. Three figures held the grass type down as its' beaten body weakly struggled, protesting in raspy cries.
"Please! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" He squirmed under their grasp, but the infection that spread and discolored his skin made sure he couldn't get up. The men only laughed at its' pleas as the dirty blonde unzipped his pants. "You're gonna like what's coming next, aren't you, little bitch?" The Bayleef struggled, managing to swivel his head around. "N-no! Please!-"
"SHUT UP!" One of the men roared, before back-slapping his face hard. Tears and blood began to flow as he whimpered, preparing himself for the worst.
"Your ass is---"-SHIK!-
A sudden silence filled the air, before a low thud sounded, then a body collapsing as it screamed in unbridled horror. The Bayleef opened his eyes, just as one of the stunned men began to scream next to him. A terrifying roar, guttural and garbled filled the air as scythes flashed, then a sudden gushing of blood and organs sprayed him and sloshed across his arm. He screamed and scrambled over the convulsing body, only to see the other man reach for a shotgun. SQUIRLSH!"...TAG."
A ragged female voice muttered. "You're IT."
With a gut wrenching cry, she twisted the blade in the mans belly and let him fall to the ground. The Bayleef watched from the corner in transfixed terror as a human with a mane like fire walked up to him and stared.
He shuddered and began to tremble hard.
"You cunt!" The man with the unzipped pants wailed behind her. "My arm! AUHHH!" He looked back up at the human, whose stare did not move from him. What....what WAS she?...
Taking a breath, she turned to the bleeding man. "If you hadn't been using it for your sick fucking pleasures, you might have kept it, shitstain."
She snarled, the words venomous and livid. The thin woman was dressed in black, her skin covered in scars. She was grimy and her clothes were ragged. Casually, she strolled over to the unconscious man with the knife in his gut. Gripping the handle and twisting, the man woke, screaming. "Don't leave just yet baby, I'm just getting started."
The dark- haired man cried and writhed under her as she carved him up slowly. Blood spurted onto her as she worked, intestines slithering out of his belly. She quickly tied them around his neck, turned him around and started pulling. With her boot on the small of his back, she pulled harder as he struggled to scream and pull at the slimy organs. "What's it feel like to be powerless? Unable to move? Unable TO SCREAM!"
She belted out, dropping the bloody things and smashing her heavy boots into the back of his skull. Crunch!
Gasping for air, she stood over the silent body, her boots covered entirely in blood and destroyed gray matter. Hissing, she picked up the blade she had dropped. It was crooked, serrated and still had flecks of flesh stuck in its' teeth.
Behind her, the armless man whimpered in terror. "P-P-lease! No-! M-mercy- MERCY!" He dragged himself with his good arm away from her, leaving a gushing trail of crimson. The blonde man was already gray from the loss of blood and convulsing from the shock. The fiery valkyrie followed him, laughing sardonically as she wiped the bloody blade off on her torn pants, revealing orange and brown rust completely saturating the metal. "P-p-p-w-eaase! Don't kill me!"
With a vicious snarl, she kicked his chin hard. His neck cracked as his head lashed back against the concrete. "Where was your mercy when your victim was screaming the SAME THING, COCKSUCKER!?"
She spat on him, swinging her arm back and pointing at the Bayleef with the gnarled blade. "You're all the fucking same! You think that you can do whatever the fuck you want because you live without law. You think you have power because you live in the dark..."
She grabbed his collar and stared hard into his eyes. "Surprise, motherfucker. Here's someone who's not afraid of you...because I am the darkness, and this is MY LAW."
With a quick slash, the knife found the mans' exposed crotch. Blood poured from him as he howled.
Misty let go of the man, letting him writhe as he bled out. She nodded at the ancient beast, crouched atop the broken roof. "You know what to do, Kabs."
She watched in detachment as the Kabutops dropped down, put her knee on the mans' chest, opened its' mouth and released an Aqua Jet into his screaming face. "Call it poetic justice!"
She shouted over the choking and gurgling. She glanced at her hands, which was drenched in red all the way up to her elbows. Her nose wrinkled in disgust before she picked up some tattered rags and wiped it off her arms and face. As the body ceased to move, she put her hand on the Kabutops' shoulder.
She ceased her Aqua Jet, stepping back from the mutilated body. The dead mans' face was twisted in a permanent state of horror and agony, with skin as blue as the ocean. "I think he's learned his lesson."