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Hitblade (rewrite)

A young girl in her mid 20s stood leaning against the wall of the house and watched the youth in front of her, occasionally smoking her cigarette. The youth was a group of pranksters trying to replicate the tricks they saw in videos on the Internet. These teenagers should have grown out of the parkour phase a long time ago, but this entertainment allowed them to forget their family life and spill out their pent-up resentment. Their troubled upbringing is what united their gang, as normal people couldn’t understand them. The leader of the group, Mark, was a slightly overweight blondie, with an attention catching patch on his face. He had a wide smile as his perky voice commanded the group. He noticed the girl and energetically waved his arms as he called out for the girl.

“Sofia, check this out! Come on, scaredy-Tom!”

He pushed his comrade standing next to him, ordering him something. He hesitated until he got a slap on the back of the head. The wimpy boy nervously, and with great uncertainty, stood on the edge of the garage roof. He bent his knees and quickly did a forward somersault, landing on his feet on the ground with a stumble at the end.

Sofia looked with regret at his friend, who was happy that he did not break his neck. strongly patted Tom on the back, making the poor guy lose his balance, grabbing onto a nearby curb. Mark always made her worry, he was a born leader, but his extremely cruel family life with constant beatings made him cruel towards the world.

“Oli-dolly, bring us some snacks, you’ll break your limbs anyway if you tried the same thing”.

Glancing towards who he was addressing, she saw a teenager with disheveled black hair, a relaxed posture as he moved side to side. His rollerblades quiet against the ground. There was barely any sympathy between Oli and Mark, and Mark made it obvious with his actions. Since Oli never took his rollerblades off, Mark only saw him as the perfect person to steal food from vendors or other sellers for the group.He was always silent and often obeyed Mark, his clear opposite. Despite his modest nature, his slightly torn and shabby clothes still hinted treacherously that he, too, had gotten into fights or endured bullying from the leader of their gang. The skater smoothly rolled towards Mark with a bag of various sweets, holding it out to him. Oli was quiet, calm and composed, with his gaze infuriating Mark, and he grabbed him by the collar, hissing threats through his teeth.

“Mark, he didn’t provoke you. Oliver deeply apologized to you before, remember? He's good underneath, and values your friendship a lot!”

Sofia put out her cigarette and walked toward the teenagers. She was always afraid that Mark would become a petty criminal, or worse, a murderer in the future; he often beat other boys to a pulp if she didn’t interfere.

Sofia muttered worriedly, carefully placing her hand on Mark’s shoulder, who shuddered and twitched, moving away from her touch.

“We all know what a freak he is, inside and out! He deserves to be treated this way!-”

The angered boy pointed at his plastered cheek, shaking.

“And overall, he should worship me! Stupid vegan.”

Mark barked irritably, his rage-filled eyes darting between her and the silent boy that was still in his grasp. Sofia sighed and wanted to respond, but the sound of her phone ringing silenced her. She pulled out the device, reading the caller ID before answering.

She answered the call in a saccharine tone.

“Yes, sweet honeybun? Do you want to meet today? Yes, okay, let's go, same spot, same time”.

Mark and Oli, nearly forgetting their conflict, stared at her with disgust. Oli’s disgusted look quickly turned furious as he roughly, and unexpectedly, pushed his opponent’s hand away. Mark, snapping his head over to look at him in surprise, decided to drop the ‘fight’. Choosing to chew on the sweets that were given.

…

Sofia quickly ran home to get ready. She was lucky that a rich family man had noticed her. After all, the last thing she wanted was to live poorly with her alcoholic parents. She believed if she did everything to please him, he would finally leave his wife and marry her, even though she knew that all he truly cared about was her beauty.

They always met late at night when no one could see them. And this time she dressed up in the most provocative and colorful dress she owned and went to the location, a deserted road far from residential buildings, deep in the night.

She arrived before the appointed time, feeling the cold autumn wind blow against her skin and she cursed herself for not bringing her light pink fur coat with her. She could only hope her lover would come soon, and until then, she could pass the time by playing on her phone.

Distantly, a whistle could be heard. Her ears picked up on the sound, with her head slowly turning to what she assumed was the direction of where it was coming from only to find nothing. The whistle resumed, seeming to get closer and yet distant at the same time the more she looked, until the source of the whistling had made itself known right before her eyes.

A young man, wearing a cap, with his face covered, was holding something in his hand. She didn't have time to look at him overall.

All she felt was pain. Her phone flew out of her hands, sliding away from her fallen body and she could only hear a painful ringing in her ears. Something warm began to drip down amidst her blonde hair, staining the floor before she used her force to lay on her back and tried to see her attacker through her blurred vision. His silhouette stood scarily still, his hand holding what looked like to be a hammer and clenching down on it.

The girl sobbed, her voice breaking while her eyes filled with tears.

“Why, I-I didn’t do anything!”

“This is true. You haven’t done anything, no one needs you, you’re just rotting inside. Who cares if a prostitute suddenly disappears”.

The attacker explained to her, his voice carrying no hint of sympathy while he continued to stare down at her. Sofia didn't understand, her mind getting overwhelmed with thoughts as she tried to find a reason. Was this Mark? Did he lose his temper? Was this his way of taking his revenge for all the times she separated him from the other boys? With the last bit of her force, she attempted to run away from him. Her voice died in her throat, leaving her no way for her to scream for help and instead all she could do was sob and wince from all of the pain. She could tell he was following after, focusing on the sound of something rubbing against the concrete before she was knocked down to her feet once more, her face meeting the floor and she swore she had broken her nose. She couldn't fight back, only watching an old battered hockey stick raise upwards before it landed another hit on her head.

Darkness took over her senses. She hoped this had been a cruel nightmare and that she would wake up in her bed safe and sound... But her consciousness began to slip back, her brain processing a wet sensation on her stomach before suddenly pain shot up in her system. Her eyes opened wide, and she attempted to scream from the excruciating sensation, but all she could do was gargle on her own blood.

"Don't try, I cut your vocal cords. I'm amazed you regained consciousness, honestly."

She turned her head to the right, seeing a painfully familiar face, bloody, munching on something. She noticed briefly that his hands were fidgeting, tearing some sort of rubber.

"O-Oli? What's happening?" Was what she wanted to ask, but all she could feel was pain before she let out a series of hacking and coughing sounds, saliva and blood mixing up together. The black-haired man paused, lazily looking at her widened eyes before beginning to speak.

“Do you remember how in childhood, parents said: when a person dies, his soul lives on, in trees and other vegetation. After all, the soul is in human organs, like brain and heart, when they decompose, they become one with nature. And in religions, the soul can even be reborn in animals."

The girl looked around, desperate to try and escape from the horror she was experiencing before her eyes locked onto where her legs were supposed to be, a tortured sob escaping her lips once she saw that it had become bloody scraps. Through her tears, as she frantically to look, she saw that there was no one nearby except him while both were inside of what looked like an abandoned building, her gaze locked onto the bloody tools that were scattered around before it diverted towards the corner, a dusty drum with what seemed to be bones mixed with skin poking out of it. She wanted to vomit.

“And the soul of a person is the most disgusting and corrupted thing that exists. Even children. Children are not born innocent. There is nothing salvageable in a human, you know. And after some time, I thought, what if I destroy the soul? Destroying and burying the body is not enough, I have to completely get rid of it, especially the organs. I don’t want animals and even vegetation, that are pure from human thoughts, to be ever tainted by such filth.”

He smiled lightly as he pulled out a meat cutting knife from his old backpack, examining its sharpness.

"I certainly am grateful for when you listened to my pathetic cry back then."

What was once a sweet memory had become bitter, she could still hear the sounds of little Oli sobbing into her chest due to his nightmares, after his mother showed photographs from the crime scenes that she had brought from work. Her thoughts got overridden by an intense pain in her abdomen as she winced, hot tears running down her face with her breathing growing more faint as she felt her life slip from her hands.

"But understand, all you do is corrupt other people more and more. Why girls never value themselves will remain a mystery to me."

…

The teen wanted to continue his crazy stream of thoughts, but he only met the girl’s glassy gaze. He abruptly fell silent and continued his work without speaking another word.

"Come on, they haven't caught that cannibal on rollerblades yet? The police are slacking off at this point!"

“Have you guys heard? That maniac, Hitblade, has killed someone again! That quiet girl from the sociology department, Rebecca or Raven, whatever her name is.”

The worried brown-haired girl sat down at the table where her four classmates were having lunch.

“I heard from a YouTuber that he was so crazy that he ate his mother and lived with her corpse for several days, but the police stated the crimes were unrelated or something.”

The red-haired classmate sitting in front of her replied grumpily.

“I’m actually terrified, guys! I work the evening shift! What if he kills me? He likes to torture his victims too, seeing them die! It’s actually scary that such a maniac lives an ordinary life among us.”

A chubby guy with glasses exclaimed next to the brunette.

“Yeah, and he is your boss. Pfff, Don’t worry, he doesn’t target people like you, Miriam.”

The girl muttered nervously, lowering her head.

“Jack, it’s not out of the blue for her to worry, a lot of girls her age were targeted. Listen, what if I walk you home from work? I still need to bring a book to a friend in your dorm.”

The plump man grinned slightly. The girl was about to scold her classmate, but the quiet, soft voice of the fourth friend interrupted their debate.

The brunette thought briefly and slightly jumped from excitement on her chair.

“Wow! Thank you! Yes, I finish at 10 pm, well, you know, usual time, usual spot, thanks again, I really appreciate your help, Oli!”

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