Rose Slayer has been driving the car smoothly and at the right speed. However, something suddenly burned beneath her skin. She tried to keep her cool, but it was spreading, escalating rapidly. Her drive slowed down, making her feel it more. Her skin felt like it was peeling off slowly, ensuring she would feel it.
"Dammit," Rose Slayer groaned.
"Are you okay?" Omega asked worriedly, but she could not respond.
She held the steering wheel tight, trying to breathe and calm her erratic heart rate that had been breaking her ribcage ever since her hunt with Mr. Choi.
"What's happening to me? I'll rest this one…" Rose Slayer thought, making her drive stop. "Drive, Omega."
"Are you okay? What's happening?" Omega asked as he got to the driver's seat.
"I'm not sure, but it's burning," she replied honestly, groaning in pain. Omega got worried.
"Okay, want to stop this just for tonight?" he suggested, which was the wrong question to ask.
"NO!" She growled dangerously, jolting Omega in fear. She was being lethally dangerous, making Omega speechless. "Just...just wake me when we get there."
"They were right...she's changing..."
Those were the last words Rose Slayer heard from Omega, leaving a puzzle in her mind before she slowly drifted to sleep.
***
It was just a few minutes, and they finally reached their destination. It was a prepared desolate area, filled with darkness, filth, and mud from heavy rainfall, which connected to a prison's cemetery. However, there were two rusty cargo containers abandoned in the area. It was a perfect place to create a perfect crime scene again.
Omega dropped Mr. Choi inside the container, Rose Slayer's last piece for her tonight's game, before he woke her up.
"Rose, we're here."
Omega's gentle voice and touch woke her up. Rose Slayer fluttered open, stretched, and removed her metal mask. Omega gasped, speechless. She may look the same, a commanding and deadly boss, but something was different about her. Something woke up, and it was more dangerous. She reminded Omega of the wife he had but much deadlier.
"Secure the area. I won't be leaving once I close the door," Rose Slayer stated coldly as she grabbed two different gallons of chemicals inside the containers prepared for her torturing game.
"Affirmative." Omega agreed and gave one more glance at his boss before whispering. "Come back to us."
Rose Slayer glanced over her shoulder but didn't respond, and the container was closed. Inside the container, there was only one rustic fluorescent light, revealing other captured men. They were badly beaten, bleeding, and still breathing but unconscious while bound by chains.
"They seriously gave numbers on their bodies, which I could perfectly give," she mumbled in amusement at her men's masterpiece over their bodies. "But let's have fun tonight."
As her prisoners were still asleep, Rose Slayer decided to paint the entire container with toxins from the chemicals she prepared for tonight's hunt. She ensured it would leave a mark before covering the rest and waking the first prey.
"Wakey, wakey, first prey, and let's play." She sang tauntingly, getting his knife from his pocket.
"Argh, where am I?" the first prey woke up groggily, but he suddenly winced in pain. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Oops! Not sorry." She chuckled menacingly before taking the knife off his thigh. "This is for the ridiculous chase."
"What chase are you talking about? I don't know you." He asked in confusion, trying to break from the chains around him. "GET ME OUT OF HERE, BITCH!"
"Oh, I'm a bitch? Let's see about that." She sinisterly smirked before stabbing his stomach, twisting it, making him bleed more.
"YOU BITCH! ARGH!" He screamed in pain, wiggling from being captive, which was not going to work.
"That's what you get from calling me a bitch, and second, I'm here to collect the debt you owe." She menacingly laughed, making the man scared.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! ONCE I GET OUT FROM HERE I SWEAR I'LL-" The man kept shouting but suddenly stopped. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Oops! I slit your throat." Rose Slayer laughed at what she did before stabbing his left eye, killing him more. Then she whispered, "No one can escape the vengeful soul of the general."
Rose Slayer sinisterly smirked before turning to the second man beside the first one. She was still holding the same knife before cutting the second man's wrist, waking him up.
"WHAT THE!" the second man exclaimed.
"Not gonna lie, you're a heavy sleeper," Rose Slayer commented, making the second man look around, horrified.
"What did you do?" he asked, terrified.
"Do you think that's the right question to ask me?" she grinned amusingly before insisting, "Rephrase that."
"I don't know...h-how about a clue?" he skeptically asked, trying to buy some time and break from the chains.
"Better. You speak my language even a little." She chuckled and added, "Okay, the clue is I'm collecting debt."
"What debt? What did we do to you?" he asked correctly, making her laugh.
"NICELY DONE! That's a nice question, and here's my answer." She clapped her hands but quickly stabbed the man's arm.
"ARGH! FUCK!" He screamed, and she laughed.
"Woah, you're different...a monster..." Amused, she noticed predatory eyes glow madly at her.
"YOU ARE THE SAME." He growled and almost broke free from the chains.
"Maybe, but that doesn't save you from your deathbed," she replied, facing a monster like they were equal.
"You..." he growled, but he sensed something wrong around her. "...a dangerous one."
Rose Slayer chuckled as she drew out a well-made weapon, and with one flick, the blade glowed blue.
"And you're a fallen werewolf who was about to sleep forever." She sinisterly responded before gently piercing her blade to his chest. "Wow, I love how sharp this one is."
She chuckled before pulling her blade from the second dead man and turning to the third one. Rose Slayer tapped his bearded face with a bloody knife she used on her first victim, but since he was not waking up, she decided to clean his face by removing the beard until he jolted.
"SPIDERS! GET IT OFF!" The third man screamed, waking up from his dream.
That was the first time Rose Slayer went speechless. She seriously could not say anything from the girly scream of a man waking up from a nightmare.
"Dude, are you gay?" She asked in disbelief before adding, "I mean, you screamed like a girl."
"I-I'm not," he defensively answered. Rose Slayer sensed lies there but didn't press it. She couldn't believe it since he was buff and masculine.
"Right? Oh well, I don't care because I'm collecting your life anyway." She nonchalantly said, shrugging her shoulders before grabbing a nylon string.
"Wait, why? What did I do?" He asked curiously, forgetting he was tied until he stumbled when he tried to get up and saw dead bodies beside him. He panicked like a girl again. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!"
"Obviously, I killed them." Rose Slayer rolled her eyes, starting to feel annoyed. She sensed she was talking to a woman in distress hiding in a buffed man. "And you're next."
"Oh, please spare me. I didn't do anything. I mean anything you ask." He quickly pleaded, but she was annoyed—very annoyed.
"Sorry, but not sorry," she coldly said as she wrapped the nylon string around his throat before adding, "You tried to kill my man, and I'm returning a favor."
"I didn't. I wouldn't," he cried, but Rose Slayer has no remorse left.
"I don't care. Goodnight, madame." She coldly whispered before pulling the string tight. The more she pulled them tighter, the more the third body spluttered into pieces. "Your voice is annoying."
As the third man died badly, Rose Slayer turned to the fourth, kicking his balls, waking him by groaning in pain.
"Shut up! I'm thinking about what design is good for you." She groaned, adding another bruise to the man's beaten face.
"I'LL KILL YOU, BITCH, ONCE I'M OUT OF HERE!" He screamed but peered in fear, making Rose Slayer chuckle sinisterly.
"Oh boy, you're like your friend. Calling me a bitch and threatening me, but look, he's dead over there, and you're next." She chuckled devilishly, making the fourth prey mad.
"WHY YOU BITCH! I SWEAR, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. I'LL KILL YOU, BITCH!" He madly shouted, but Rose Slayer laughed menacingly at his fascinating anger.
"I dare you to try," she taunted before adding sinisterly. "...but can you kill Rose Slayer?"
"LIAR!" He shouted after spitting at her face, making her laugh.
Rose Slayer's laughter wasn't playful; it was more menacing, and terrifying to hear. It held weight that rang throughout the body and soul, shocking the man badly. He realized his doom and got frightened because he was now facing death. He was facing the real Rose Slayer.
"Based on your reaction, you finally understand your situation. But who cares anymore? You're going to die anyway. So, bye." She grimly smiled before slowly and deeply cutting his throat when she realized something. "Damn, I forgot your design."
Rose Slayer did the same thing, recreating their deeds, leaving a mark of death next to their bodies. When she was down to the last target, she pulled a chair and carefully admired her gruesome masterpiece.
"This is nice." She grinned before she dragged her last and remaining prey to play with. "Let's get you ready."
She removed everything that Mr. Choi was wearing before painting him with chemicals and let him rest on the chair, facing the gruesome death of his friends. She quietly tapped his face, but he was not waking up. However, Rose Slayer sensed that he was fully awakened and heard everything she did to his friends.
"I see, still pretending to be asleep. Very well, rest more." Amused, she said, tapping Mr. Choi's face one more time before leaving him. However, she didn't leave the container.
As a huntress, Rose Slayer knew how to cloak her presence and made herself invincible at the blind spot corner of the container. She quietly leaned her back on the container wall, watching the man's awakening.
Mr. Choi, on the other hand, slowly opened his eyes, sighing in relief and ready to get away until he slipped forward. He groaned and cursed, but he noticed the bloody ground. In a panic, he quickly got up, but only to slip again until his eyes landed on the gruesome death of his friends.
"What the fuck..." Horrified, Mr. Choi whispered as he scanned his men's brutal deaths. "H-hey...t-this is a...j-joke, right?"
He was panicking and trembling as he stupidly checked if one of them was still alive and even touched the weapons used against them. But what he did wrong was pick the tainted white rose on the bloody ground.
"What's happening here?" he curiously wondered, scanning the tainted white rose on his hand until an eerie vibe spooked her. She dropped the rose and frantically looked for a way out. "I have to get out of here…"
Mr. Choi's frantic expression was something Rose Slayer came to like and showed herself.
"Sorry, but you can't..." Rose Slayer whispered tauntingly, making the man quiver. "...you see, you killed them."
"I DIDN'T!" He shouted brokenly, making her smile.
"Oh, but you do," she whispered with venom, jolting the man.
Rose Slayer leaned closer, making her presence overwhelming, menacing, lethal, and alluring. Mr. Choi looked around and found a ghost staring back at him. As their eyes locked, something mysterious clicked inside the man and compelled him to his spot. Breathing but not moving.
"Mr. Choi, you were the reason why they died..." She whispered tauntingly.
"I put them to their deaths," Mr. Choi mysteriously repeated while his eyes fixated on the bloody bodies in front of him.
"Yes, you played with them and then got bored, and you killed them here." She continued, adding more corruption to his mind.
"I played and killed them here." He gasped, repeating her words as his, and cried.
"That's what you get from messing with the wrong people, little boss." Grimly, she whispered, like cutting something sane inside the man's mind.
"W-what s-should I d-do?" he weakly asked, making Rose Slayer feel victorious.
"A life for a life." She nonchalantly replied, yet her eyes flickered with malice before whispering, "End it with yours."
Rose Slayer stepped back, watching Mr. Choi grab the bloody knife and point it at his throat. She went to the door when she heard a sob that later faded into a clatter. But feeling discontented, she went to check the man's life, and being unsatisfied, she grabbed his hand and pierced his throat deeply, killing him for assurance. She stood up when a familiar presence came and greeted her.
"I see you're still collecting their souls." The old man from her past commented, seeing the familiar brutality that she could commit. "When is it going to end?"
"Soon, it will," She replied coldly, walking ahead but still hearing him.
"When will you realize what lies beneath your blood, General?"
>>>+<<<