Chapter 384.
<strong>Chapter 384. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 2; Luring out the Brain (10/10)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">The body couldn’t even be recognized by this point. She’d flipped him onto his back at some point. Everywhere, from head to toe, she hadn’t missed a single inch of his body during her stabbing spree.
<span style="font-weight:400">She looked too weak and worn down to even lift the knife again.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d stopped recording at the five-minute mark. There was no need to record any further. He was already dead long before that point anyway. Any more than that was pointless. I’d also used the opportunity to upload the video to a burner ount on the VPN they had set up through the app they used. I removed all traces of that ount from the device and permanently deleted the video on her phone so it couldn’t be recovered.
<span style="font-weight:400">I also took the chance to clean up everything as well during this time. I removed any trace of my fingerprints on her keys, wallet, license, chair, and anything else I touched since I arrived. I even removed the duct tape and stuffed the remains into my pocket.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I was done cleaning up, I finally took the opportunity to check the disposable burner email. I did so on Malory’s phone, but I didn’t bother to use the VPN through the gang’s app on her phone. Thest time I checked it was right before I left the store. The email I’d long awaited still hadn’t shown up by that point in time.
<span style="font-weight:400">However, when I opened it up this time… a powerful tremor ran through my body. I was ready to copse. It was… here. It was… finally here. The go-ahead I’d been desperately waiting for thisst week. They’d emailed me an hour ago.
<span style="font-weight:400">I immediately sent a reply since everything was in ce on my end.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘The brain has been acquired. You’re free to move in. Let the storm begin. -Devthor’
<span style="font-weight:400">It was as good as over. This short message signaled the end of Swastika in this city. Their gang... was done.
<span style="font-weight:400">With thatplete, I took out the Swastika gang leader’s phone and kept an eye on the group chat and his messages. For the time being there wasn’t anything yet. All I had to do was wait to be contacted for instructions.
<span style="font-weight:400">The instructions I gave them would seal the deal. But since it would probably take a while, I figured it would be best to deal with Malory.
<span style="font-weight:400">She’d been so engrossed with stabbing, that it felt as though she’dpletely forgotten about my presence altogether.
<span style="font-weight:400">All those years of hatred she’d fostered in her heart had all been released in one go. She sat on top of his back supporting her body with the knife plunged into his flesh and her back to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I approached her from behind then pressed the barrel of the gun against the back of her head and said coldly, “Well then… are you satisfied?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ha… haha… hahaha… satisfied? Satisfied! How could I be satisfied with just this! Only breaking even? He deserves much more than this, but... my arms won’t move anymore.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. But… now that you’ve killed your boyfriend and gotten your revenge… it’s... time for you to follow him to hell... and die.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sheughed maniacally and told me, “Do it,”
<span style="font-weight:400">She leaned back and peaked at me over her shoulder with a peaceful, content smile on her face. “Like I care anymore... The one person above the bastard father I already killed, the one who I wanted to kill the most... is finally dead. It’s a shame I won’t be able to kill off all of the other bastards in Swastika who did those things to me. Haaaaaah. I really did want to make all men suffer, but... I guess I’ll have to settle for this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Before I kill you, would you like to sign a contract with the devil?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A contract… with the devil... for what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How about a contract topletely annihte Swastika?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah! You think you can do that? Just you alone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes... I can. I am a devil. A devil can do just about anything. Even this is nothing to me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Didn’t you say just a little while ago that a devil isn’t infallible?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just when ites to being deceived by others. Otherwise, a devil is infallible.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re… an awful liar.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really? I think I’m pretty good at it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well? Would you be interested in selling your soul for this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you can tell me one more lie I want to hear before I die… I’ll sell my soul for you to destroy Swastika.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A lie you want to hear?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What sort of lie exactly?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can youe a bit closer?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you can stab me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do I look like I have the strength to do that now? I can barely even lift my hand. Even if I tried to stab you here right now, I’d be so slow you could shoot me long before I could even scratch your cheek.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine…” if I could really get her soul out of this, I could take such a small risk.
<span style="font-weight:400">Keeping the gun pointed at her head, I brought my ear over her shoulder beside her lips from behind her while I kept a close eye on her hands and the knife. If she tried anything, I’d immediately shoot.
<span style="font-weight:400">She whispered her request very quietly as if afraid anyone would hear what it was.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I heard what lie she wanted to hear, my face immediately grew perplexed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s… the lie you want to hear from me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah... In my entire life... I’ve never heard those words. I thought… maybe... I wanted to hear them… just once... before I die.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright. If you’ll sign the contract with that, I don’t mind.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I leaned back a bit, opened my mouth, and whispered softly into her ear the final lie she wanted to hear in her pitiful life.
<span style="font-weight:400">What that lie was, would remain a secret that only the two of us knew. A secret between enemies.
<span style="font-weight:400">I pulled away from her and asked, “Was that good enough for you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mm.” She nodded weakly and followed up, “That was… fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, then give me a minute to write up the contract.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I pulled out a piece of paper and pen from my pocket. I wrote it out on my thigh. It didn’t look pretty, but it got the job done at least. It took me a while to write it out though as there were a few extra things I was including in this contract.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I was done I passed it to her over her shoulder and said, “Here, sign it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She only took the paper.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The pen too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine. I don’t need it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She ced her hand on the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out of the flesh it was embedded in. I took a step back and prepared to shoot. But she simply pricked her finger without hesitation and signed her name in blood with an air of mncholy around her.
<span style="font-weight:400">It didn’t seem like the pain of being pricked even registered. She was… ustomed to that sensation.
<span style="font-weight:400">The instant she signed it, as usual, my body reacted, which confirmed the contract between us had been sessful. Her soul… was now officially mine.
<span style="font-weight:400">“There... it’s done.” She hadn’t even bothered to read a single word in it. She didn’t have the energy to. As far as she was concerned, none of it mattered anymore. She was going to die here no matter what.
<span style="font-weight:400">The knife dropped out of her right hand, devoid of strength. She raised her left hand up over her left shoulder to hand the contract over to me. She didn’t bother to turn back to look at me again. Her frail hand was trembling.
<span style="font-weight:400">I plucked the bloodied contract out of her hand, folded it up, and stored it away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“With this… your soul belongs to me. Today… you are officially dead, Malory. All the anger, hatred, and resentment you foster and carry within your heart, with your soul in my possession, I take im to that as well. I will be sure to deliver all of it to Swastika on your behalf. So… you can die at peace. Without carrying those negative feelings in your heart. All grudges shall be settled. Tonight, Swastika will fall.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm.” She nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Malory, if nature gives you another chance and you reincarnate… should we have the misfortune to cross paths in the future, I can only hope in your next life, it won’t be as enemies.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… maybe we could be friends… or something… if I don’t hate men in that life, that is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, we can’t be friends. I don’t have or want any friends.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She sniffled and pulled up a runny nose.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you crying?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. I’m nwot… crying.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you scared of dying?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m… not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her shoulders started to tremble.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anyst words?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sniff.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Scary…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sniff. Sniff.
<span style="font-weight:400">“After all…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t… want to die-”
<span style="font-weight:400">Click.
<span style="font-weight:400">I pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed cleanly out the barrel directly centered on the back of her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bang.
<span style="font-weight:400">The instant it made contact, her body copsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut. When her head hit the ground, blood sshed up in the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">For you to die here simply means it was your fate.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yes, it seems this was your fate, Malory. So don’t me me for this oue. Be it heaven or hell, wherever you head after this has nothing to do with me. You can only me nature for this oue. She is a merciless bitch.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t bother to look at her. I didn’t say anything either. I simply cleaned off my fingerprints from the phones of the two goons Malory killed off earlier and dropped them on the ground beside her as I headed to the exit. My eyes were glued to the phone in my hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">I finished up thest thing I had to do. I checked the chats on the deceased leader’s phone. Right now, they were being hunted and requesting instructions from their leader on what to do. I issued out orders to them. Orders that would lead them into the trap that would be their demise.
<span style="font-weight:400">With their orders given, I sent onest email on Malory’s phone before I wiped it clean of my fingerprints and threw it back over to her side.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I opened the door I cleaned off thest thing I’d touched. The doorknob. Closing that door behind me, all traces I was ever here were officially gone.
<span style="font-weight:400">The final phase was in motion.
<span style="font-weight:400">Operation: Brainjack, Phase 3; The Hunters Be the Hunted.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was no escape for them now.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was over.
<span style="font-weight:400">Our work here was done.
<span style="font-weight:400">Everything was in <i><span style="font-weight:400">their</i><span style="font-weight:400"> hands now.