#;inter; baron x phaesal

[southern-jellybean]

Call of the Void | Closed

It was like a switch had flipped inside his head from Baron to Assassin. Grenades, bullets, smoke bombs, the sound of a scream and a blade buried in flesh before leaving a bloody trail as it was pulled out only to be jammed back in some other place on it’s victim.

An all out firefight was new to Baron but he went into it feeling prepared and prepared he was, more so than his opposition. Usually he slipped in quiet, unsuspected and undetected, an ‘infiltrator’. Not this time. This time things were loud, messy and the assassin flourished in the chaos. Bullets ricocheting off walls and whizzing past his ears did nothing to slow him down. It had been a nice looking manor house but now it had become a battle ground. The man who took Phaesal, who was the whole reason they met, was Eduardo D’antonio, a big shot for the Italian mob. He had been the one drugging and abusing Phaesal when he and Baron first met. They’d tried to shoot the dancer and when he survived Eduardo must have decided he simply wanted Phaesal to himself. He wasn’t keeping him though if Baron had anything to say about it. It took days to gather information after getting his likeness off a grainy security camera in the strip club. Baron had to once again separate himself from his humanity, from the part that didn’t like to see people suffer. He carved a path through many for what he needed and when he finally got to the manor house the man he’d tried so hard to leave behind made a reappearance. 

Eduardo D’antonio was watching the carnage on his security screens as Baron fought his way to the master bedroom where he assumed his fiance was being held. Coming up to the double doors of the bedroom Baron stood in front of them, constructing a plan. As his eyes swept over the wood he spotted a camera to the left of the door on the ceiling. He looked at it before walking over getting as close as he could. His face was spattered with blood that obviously wasn’t his. He wore tactical gear and a bullet proof vest. Taking off his helmet he looked into the lens, eyes oddly empty, face dead pan like Baron wasn’t even home. He pulled a canister out of his vest and pulled the pin. White smoke started to spill from the grenade looking device beginning to engulf everything in view. Baron held up a hand before curling his fingers in an eerie wave. It was only a beat or two later that he was lost in the smoke.

Eduardo turned towards the door, pointing his AA12 at it. There was a long pause in which no noise could be heard except the hiss of the canister still spewing smoke. All of a sudden the doors blew open sending splinter everywhere and in that split second Eduardo covered his face Baron was on him. Kicking the gun out of his hands and then against the wall. Eduardo was taller than Baron but he was also older and with Baron’s past and being hopped up on revenge Eduardo didn’t stand a chance. Slowly Baron beat him down, toying with the older man until finally he had Eduardo on the ground. He’d end this just like he’d ended it with Dmitri. Standing over Eduardo Baron took the mobster’s face in his hands. Baron said something to him, speaking pointedly in Russian before.... The screaming. Oh god, the screaming. That kind of high pitched scream everyone is capable of when they’re panicked and in enough pain. That’s the kind of scream Baron earned from Eduardo as he slowly sunk his thumbs into the gangster’s eyeballs. Eduardo’s scream got higher, the squelch of blood and vitreous  fluid was so horrifically satisfying Baron found himself shuddering at the feeling as it spilled out over his hands. Eduardo clawed at Baron blindly in a last ditch effort of self preservation before going rigid momentarily as Baron’s fingers met the back of his eye sockets, and then finally limp. Baron finally let the mobster’s head fall to the floor. Straightening up slowly he moved over to the security screens. Using his knuckles and palms so as not to leave fingerprints he deleted the last twenty minutes of footage leaving the controls covered in blood. He then slowly turned to a panting Phaesal who laid handcuffed to the over-sized bed of Baron’s last target. 

#tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: murder #tw: eye trauma #tw: eye gouging #;thread: call of the void #;inter; baron x phaesal