518: A Savior’s Duty
Pete moved slowly, putting all his weight on one leg, then another, holding on to his sword as if it was the only thing that kept him upright. Pete zigzagged through the dark cell, moving through the copulating bodies toward his target.
Pete tried not to look directly where he was going even as he approached ever closer. The images of the few excruciatingly long seconds he was unfortunate to witness as well as the continuous sub-human grunts and cries were all the guidance Pete needed. He did not need any more. Even when Pete stared right at his feet as he dragged himself across the unremarkable, stained, sticky stone he saw that.
The change in the vocals indicated the change of partners that Ivan performed his acts with. Pete grew increasingly anxious as he approached those sounds. He managed to never take a life until this day. He thought it impossible. Immoral. And now, as he approached, Pete remembered the ideologies of his previous life, the life before he opened the door. How foolish he was.
And yet, even now, standing just a few short steps from Ivan’s naked back, Pete hesitated. He knew there was no going back after this. Striking an unaware, defenseless man’s back. The last shreds of his previous self stayed his hands.
Even such a beast, Pete thought. The others surely won’t defend him. No one could. If we all apprehend him, lock him up as the sick animal as he is, maybe I’ll be able to—
Pete saw a flash of hazel hair swing across the cum-stained floor underneath Ivan’s bulky back. Pete recognized the toned thighs that wrapped around Ivan’s waist. He instantly recognized the fingers of the hand he hoped one day to hold. He raised his sword and swung down hard. Again. And again. And again. Again. Again. Again.
Pete struck the twitching body across the back with rage-filled, chaotic hits, but even in this frenzied state Pete’s scrawny arms prevented him from generating enough force to cut through the spine even as he mutilated Ivan’s back. And that was fine. Perfect even!
Pete reveled in Ivan’s agonizing screeches. They splendidly overwrote the sounds he heard before. Pete took deep breaths from the mist of blood that flew from the gashes across Ivan’s back. They did well to mask the stench of sex and cum that permeated the poorly ventilated cell. Pete savored the metallic taste in his mouth, hoping to quash the taste of vomit that brought Pete memories of his weakness and Ivan’s wickedness.
Pete could not tell when he passed from beating a cripple to beating a lump of dead flesh, but the screams of his former comrades awoke Pete enough from his frenzy to look right into Zeke’s furious eyes just as he thrust his bloodied sword through Zeke’s undefended belly.
“Gh-hhuu—” Zeke choked on his own blood after accidentally impaling himself on Pete’s blade and tearing his own guts apart. “Y-you… L-little… What the hell do you think YOU’RE DOOOIIIIING!?!?”
Zeke raised his short sword for a vengeful blow, but Pete turned the handle of his sword and roughly pulled out of Zeke, spilling the naked soldier’s guts and sapping him of what little strength he had.
“My duty to protect Remi’s dignity,” Pete answered as he watched the light fade from Zeke’s eyes.
Pete then turned his head to look for Donald. The Tainted paid no mind to soft cocks. And Donald was too engrossed in his love for beastkin fur. All too late he realized the difference between cries of ecstasy and cries of death.
The first swing went across Donald’s forearms which he raised to defend himself. The second swing severed the Achilles tendon of his right leg as he tried to run and fell from the sudden sharp pain.
“AAAH!! Stop!!” Donald begged as he scrambled back on his feet while Pete continued to casually cripple his legs. “PLEAAAASEEEEE!!”
“You were right!” Pete laughed a little as he swung his sword from side to side, making increasingly light cuts across Donald’s legs. “I’m going to save Remi! Only I can do it!”
“THEN GO SAVE HEEEER!!” Donald bawled as he tried to crawl away from Pete.
“That’s what I’m doing!” Pete shouted as he made another cut. “By ridding this world of the likes of you! The worst of scum! Taking advantage of our pure love for your sick perversions! You don’t deserve to live! You can’t save Remi! You can’t save anyone! But I can! I’m different from you, degenerates!”
“I’m SORRYY!! I’M SOO SOOORRRYYYY! UUAAAAGH!! PLEASE! AAGH!! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!!”
“It’s no use!! You were right! Ha-ha-ha! You were right and you didn’t even know it! But I know it now! I’m different! Only me! I’m different from you! I’m different from these simple-minded barbarians! Only I can save Remi! You were right all along, ha-ha-ha! So, go ahead and die! Die so that I can save Remi! She won’t be safe until you’re all dead! So, die!”
“P-phlease—”
“Please die! For Remi’s sake! You all have to die so that she can live! You hear that, Remi!? I’ll save you! Ha-ha! I’ll save you! And then we’ll finally be together! UAHAHAHAHAHA!”