Chapter 350: Step One
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Chapter 350 Step One
Following Violence's instruction, I looked at the man huddled beside Chen Zi Han's dead body. Not my Chen Zi Han, the old guy who thought taking my man's name would be okay—that Chen Zi Han.
I stared at the man. He was sweating so hard that it looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. Tears were pouring out of his red, puffy eyes as he rocked back and forth, occasionally taking a look at the body beside him before going back to rocking.
I would love to say that I was nice and compassionate and that his tears moved me to rethink my decision. But unfortunately, I drew the line at cannibals, whether they did it willingly or not. I scoffed at that because I was the head of a whole army of cannibals. But I guess that was just schematics.
I let my eyes go blurry enough that I was easily able to make out his flame. It swayed frantically as his emotions were all over the place. Where I would have gripped it in my hand and pulled it towards me, or let my purple flame consume it, this time, I pursed my lips and blew it out like a birthday candle.
My vision corrected itself, and I watched as the body collapsed onto Chen Zi Han. "Bo Chen!" shouted one of the other men as he made a dive to catch his friend. Unfortunately, he was too late. "No!" the man shouted as he turned to look at the two Liu Yu Zeng's in the middle of the living room floor. "You promised us a place to live with no problems! A safe haven, you called it. Does this seem like a safe haven to you?"
Once again, I let my eyes go blurry, not bothering to study the man or the flames but rather just allowing a soft gust of air to pass through my lips, and the screaming cut off.
'Once you get the hang of it, you can do it for groups of people. After a while, you won't even have to blow. You will just think it, and it will happen,' she continued, sounding like a proud mother.
I chuckled at the thought. 'Did I do that a lot then?' I asked with a smile on my face as I watched another one bite the dust. Now there were six in the bed... and the little one said...
There was a long period of silence in which I managed to kill another two men using the new technique before Violence started to speak. 'No,' she said softly. 'You hated that part, so you left it for me to do.'
I paused at that. 'Why?' I asked. Why did I hate that part? Why did I make her do it for me? Why did she do it?
'You were too soft, too kind. Everyone hated you, and you took it personally. So, when it came to killing those that needed to be killed, you froze every time. Of course, people assumed that you didn't hurry up and kill them because you were cruel and trying to draw out their deaths.' The sound of self-deprecating laughter echoed in my head, and I felt a stabbing pain in my heart.
'I couldn't take it. Eventually, I kicked you to the back of your own head and took care of what I needed to do. Unfortunately, that increased the hatred that everyone had for you. Maybe I can't blame War entirely for what happened. Maybe I had a hand in it myself.'
'That's bull shit, and you know it. I was clearly too weak to do what needed to be done to the point that you had to be ripped from me in order to get it done. I won't do that again. I won't put it on your shoulders alone.'
'Step one, right?' chuckled Violence, sounding a lot more like her old self.
'You know my steps?' I mean, she technically was me, so it would stand to reason that she was in my head when I came up with the list.
'You and I came up with Steps to Survive before everything went to pot. You just added the zombie apocalypse part yourself.'
I felt empty for a brief second, and I realized that she had gone back into the recesses of my mind. I shook my head. There was no point in trying to dissect her words. I would figure out who I was all in good time. But until then, I wouldn't make Violence handle the messy parts for me anymore.
I blinked a few times and looked around.
While concentrating on learning a new way of killing people, shit hit the fan.
"Does someone want to explain what is going on?" I asked, confused. Xing Xin Ya was no longer sitting beside me and instead was in the corner of the room, her men all surrounding her with their guns pointed at my men.
Nope, not today. I was not dealing with any more shit today.
With a flick of my wrist, I took away their guns. Standing up, I slowly walked towards the standoff. The smile on my face caused a few of her men to cringe. I would fully admit it. I was not holding onto my sanity too well right now. I needed sleep, and this bull shit was only keeping me awake that much longer.
"Explain, now," I said slowly so that there were no misunderstandings. I looked at Xing Xin Ya as I spoke, making sure that everyone understood just who I wanted to explain.
"You want to kill me," she said with a shrug. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and gave me a satisfied smirk. "They objected."
I cocked my head to the side, trying to think of how I was feeling. 'She was always a pretentious bitch. You two got along great. Just ignore her,' said Violence, and I took a step back from the edge.
'If you say so,' I agreed, keeping the smile on my face. n,o/veL-u,s/b()-C/o-m
"If I wanted you dead, you would be dead," I said, simply stating the truth.
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Chapter 350 Step One
Following Violence's instruction, I looked at the man huddled beside Chen Zi Han's dead body. Not my Chen Zi Han, the old guy who thought taking my man's name would be okay—that Chen Zi Han.
I stared at the man. He was sweating so hard that it looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. Tears were pouring out of his red, puffy eyes as he rocked back and forth, occasionally taking a look at the body beside him before going back to rocking.
I would love to say that I was nice and compassionate and that his tears moved me to rethink my decision. But unfortunately, I drew the line at cannibals, whether they did it willingly or not. I scoffed at that because I was the head of a whole army of cannibals. But I guess that was just schematics.
I let my eyes go blurry enough that I was easily able to make out his flame. It swayed frantically as his emotions were all over the place. Where I would have gripped it in my hand and pulled it towards me, or let my purple flame consume it, this time, I pursed my lips and blew it out like a birthday candle.
My vision corrected itself, and I watched as the body collapsed onto Chen Zi Han. "Bo Chen!" shouted one of the other men as he made a dive to catch his friend. Unfortunately, he was too late. "No!" the man shouted as he turned to look at the two Liu Yu Zeng's in the middle of the living room floor. "You promised us a place to live with no problems! A safe haven, you called it. Does this seem like a safe haven to you?"
Once again, I let my eyes go blurry, not bothering to study the man or the flames but rather just allowing a soft gust of air to pass through my lips, and the screaming cut off.
'Once you get the hang of it, you can do it for groups of people. After a while, you won't even have to blow. You will just think it, and it will happen,' she continued, sounding like a proud mother.
I chuckled at the thought. 'Did I do that a lot then?' I asked with a smile on my face as I watched another one bite the dust. Now there were six in the bed... and the little one said...
There was a long period of silence in which I managed to kill another two men using the new technique before Violence started to speak. 'No,' she said softly. 'You hated that part, so you left it for me to do.'
I paused at that. 'Why?' I asked. Why did I hate that part? Why did I make her do it for me? Why did she do it?
'You were too soft, too kind. Everyone hated you, and you took it personally. So, when it came to killing those that needed to be killed, you froze every time. Of course, people assumed that you didn't hurry up and kill them because you were cruel and trying to draw out their deaths.' The sound of self-deprecating laughter echoed in my head, and I felt a stabbing pain in my heart.
'I couldn't take it. Eventually, I kicked you to the back of your own head and took care of what I needed to do. Unfortunately, that increased the hatred that everyone had for you. Maybe I can't blame War entirely for what happened. Maybe I had a hand in it myself.'
'That's bull shit, and you know it. I was clearly too weak to do what needed to be done to the point that you had to be ripped from me in order to get it done. I won't do that again. I won't put it on your shoulders alone.'
'Step one, right?' chuckled Violence, sounding a lot more like her old self.
'You know my steps?' I mean, she technically was me, so it would stand to reason that she was in my head when I came up with the list.
'You and I came up with Steps to Survive before everything went to pot. You just added the zombie apocalypse part yourself.'
I felt empty for a brief second, and I realized that she had gone back into the recesses of my mind. I shook my head. There was no point in trying to dissect her words. I would figure out who I was all in good time. But until then, I wouldn't make Violence handle the messy parts for me anymore.
I blinked a few times and looked around.
While concentrating on learning a new way of killing people, shit hit the fan.
"Does someone want to explain what is going on?" I asked, confused. Xing Xin Ya was no longer sitting beside me and instead was in the corner of the room, her men all surrounding her with their guns pointed at my men.
Nope, not today. I was not dealing with any more shit today.
With a flick of my wrist, I took away their guns. Standing up, I slowly walked towards the standoff. The smile on my face caused a few of her men to cringe. I would fully admit it. I was not holding onto my sanity too well right now. I needed sleep, and this bull shit was only keeping me awake that much longer.
"Explain, now," I said slowly so that there were no misunderstandings. I looked at Xing Xin Ya as I spoke, making sure that everyone understood just who I wanted to explain.
"You want to kill me," she said with a shrug. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and gave me a satisfied smirk. "They objected."
I cocked my head to the side, trying to think of how I was feeling. 'She was always a pretentious bitch. You two got along great. Just ignore her,' said Violence, and I took a step back from the edge.
'If you say so,' I agreed, keeping the smile on my face. n,o/veL-u,s/b()-C/o-m
"If I wanted you dead, you would be dead," I said, simply stating the truth.
Chapter 350 Step One Following Violence's instruction, I looked at the man huddled beside Chen Zi Han's dead body. Not my Chen Zi Han, the old guy who thought taking my man's name would be okaythat Chen Zi Han. I stared at the man. He was sweating so hard that it looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. Tears were pouring out of his red, puffy eyes as he rocked back and forth, occasionally taking a look at the body beside him before going back to rocking. I would love to say that I was nice and compassionate and that his tears moved me to rethink my decision. But unfortunately, I drew the line at cannibals, whether they did it willingly or not. I scoffed at that because I was the head of a whole army of cannibals. But I guess that was just schematics. I let my eyes go blurry enough that I was easily able to make out his flame. It swayed frantically as his emotions were all over the place. Where I would have gripped it in my hand and pulled it towards me, or let my purple flame consume it, this time, I pursed my lips and blew it out like a birthday candle. My vision corrected itself, and I watched as the body collapsed onto Chen Zi Han. "Bo Chen!" shouted one of the other men as he made a dive to catch his friend. Unfortunately, he was too late. "No!" the man shouted as he turned to look at the two Liu Yu Zeng's in the middle of the living room floor. "You promised us a place to live with no problems! A safe haven, you called it. Does this seem like a safe haven to you?" Once again, I let my eyes go blurry, not bothering to study the man or the flames but rather just allowing a soft gust of air to pass through my lips, and the screaming cut off. 'Once you get the hang of it, you can do it for groups of people. After a while, you won't even have to blow. You will just think it, and it will happen,' she continued, sounding like a proud mother. I chuckled at the thought. 'Did I do that a lot then?' I asked with a smile on my face as I watched another one bite the dust. Now there were six in the bed... and the little one said... There was a long period of silence in which I managed to kill another two men using the new technique before Violence started to speak. 'No,' she said softly. 'You hated that part, so you left it for me to do.' I paused at that. 'Why?' I asked. Why did I hate that part? Why did I make her do it for me? Why did she do it? 'You were too soft, too kind. Everyone hated you, and you took it personally. So, when it came to killing those that needed to be killed, you froze every time. Of course, people assumed that you didn't hurry up and kill them because you were cruel and trying to draw out their deaths.' The sound of self-deprecating laughter echoed in my head, and I felt a stabbing pain in my heart. 'I couldn't take it. Eventually, I kicked you to the back of your own head and took care of what I needed to do. Unfortunately, that increased the hatred that everyone had for you. Maybe I can't blame War entirely for what happened. Maybe I had a hand in it myself.' 'That's bull shit, and you know it. I was clearly too weak to do what needed to be done to the point that you had to be ripped from me in order to get it done. I won't do that again. I won't put it on your shoulders alone.' 'Step one, right?' chuckled Violence, sounding a lot more like her old self. 'You know my steps?' I mean, she technically was me, so it would stand to reason that she was in my head when I came up with the list. 'You and I came up with Steps to Survive before everything went to pot. You just added the zombie apocalypse part yourself.' I felt empty for a brief second, and I realized that she had gone back into the recesses of my mind. I shook my head. There was no point in trying to dissect her words. I would figure out who I was all in good time. But until then, I wouldn't make Violence handle the messy parts for me anymore. I blinked a few times and looked around. While concentrating on learning a new way of killing people, shit hit the fan. "Does someone want to explain what is going on?" I asked, confused. Xing Xin Ya was no longer sitting beside me and instead was in the corner of the room, her men all surrounding her with their guns pointed at my men. Nope, not today. I was not dealing with any more shit today. With a flick of my wrist, I took away their guns. Standing up, I slowly walked towards the standoff. The smile on my face caused a few of her men to cringe. I would fully admit it. I was not holding onto my sanity too well right now. I needed sleep, and this bull shit was only keeping me awake that much longer. "Explain, now," I said slowly so that there were no misunderstandings. I looked at Xing Xin Ya as I spoke, making sure that everyone understood just who I wanted to explain. "You want to kill me," she said with a shrug. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and gave me a satisfied smirk. "They objected." I cocked my head to the side, trying to think of how I was feeling. 'She was always a pretentious bitch. You two got along great. Just ignore her,' said Violence, and I took a step back from the edge. 'If you say so,' I agreed, keeping the smile on my face. n,o/veL-u,s/b-C/o-m"If I wanted you dead, you would be dead," I said, simply stating the truth.
