[X] Ask yourself why do they need to die.

[X] Again.

-[X] There is no need to continue this fight. Their guard numbers are spread wide. Retreat, circle around, and agitate the feral youkai. It’s time to unleash hell, and not just on combatants.


	Hahahaha….

Hah. Heh. Smirk.

Again, again, [i]again, again, again,[/i] [b]again, again, again![/b]

A million times!

One hundred billion times!

The fear in their eyes, the desperation in their voice, the frantic actions of their attempts for survival.

Those damn tengu deserve no better. They lie, they cheat, they steal, they murder. No more, no more, no more! You came here to die, to kill, to destroy! The tengu must die, [b]the tengu must die![/b] No matter how many times it takes, you’ll savor every moment!

No hesitation, no fear. Single minded concentration. You’ve done this, you’ve done it already. You know what’s coming, you know what’s happening. They were condemned before, they’re doomed now. Again, the window. Thirty meters. Twenty.

The molotov. Lighted and tossed, the crashing of glass. The screaming of the occupants. You’ll make her suffer this time. Suffer. [b]Burning to death just isn’t enough.[/b]

This time, a pistol whip. You waylay her hard enough that her nose makes an audible crunch as you catch her exiting. You draw your glock and swing around, glancing the fear in the second girl’s eyes. She barely has time to raise her hands and scream before you shoot. Right in the gut, not the chest. Such a slight deviation, yet such a satisfying death it will be. She yells and kicks and screams and cries and pleads, clutching her stomach, but you don’t mind that small distraction. The fear she shows in her look is all you need.

You plant your boot right on her hands, clutching the folds of her shirt where her blood now stains the dress, blood soaking down her plaid skirt.

“Hello, tengu.”

You say with a wicked smile, pressing down on the wound. She stops screaming, her attention fixating on your foot. Slowly pressing down, harder and harder. Smiling, smiling so malignantly.

“S-Stop! Stopstopstopstop, please! [i]Please please please[/i] [b]please please please![/b]”

Her voice breaks, her eyes tear up, she jerks back and forth under your foot, trying to wiggle out from your clutch. She openly breaks into sobs, begging you, pleading with you.

Perfect.

You let up. Completely stop. End it. Her eyes go wide, they dart between your foot and your fiendish grin. Terrified. You can see it in her, the way she looks. She’s confused, afraid, and looking for an escape.

She thinks you’ve given her one.

“Thank you! T-Thank you so much! I won’t forget this! Thank you-“

	You stamp down upon the wound, grinding in with your heel. Her piercing screams are punctuated only by your laughter as you grate the bullet against her internal organs. She grasps feverishly at your leg, trying to throw you off, but she’s overwhelmed by the pain of her injuries.