woah Bandit can you not kill the anons?
“I do whatever I want.”
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“I do whatever I want.”
“Id’s start collecting Anon tongues if that happens…”
“You mean the cross? I took that from my first killed enemy after I joined the army. It was a thropy.”
oogie-boogie-akefia said: Boogie snickered, leaning his elbow against the edge of the mirror on his side “Awe whats wrong you don’t look to happy to see me” the Ringleader usually had the same face before he’d bop the Terror upside the head
“I’m just not used to people plopping outta my mirror.” He gave a wolfish smirk and folded his arms as he watched the terror. “Don’t you wanna come out?”
“Yea!” he yelled chuckling as his finger’s popped out of the mirror, grabbing the edges of the thing the Terror came threw it crouching on the sink “This thing is very wobbly, or is that my legs” He spoke before a stitched smirk covered his lips, taking a seat on the porcelain counter “So whats up” he asked
Bandit took a step back and watched the other climb out of the mirror. He shook his head slightly and gave a light smirk. “Not much, I was just about to go to the kitchen and see what’s there to eat.” He threw a thumb over his shoulder, nodding towards it.
“Sounds fun” he gave a crooked Cheshire like grin, he wondered what the people in this place ate, he ever really stayed around during the Halloween season just hung around enough to spread the fear of ghost and goblins before getting back to halloween town plus with Spadey busy he was bored as fuck, smirking the terror nodded towards the door way “Alright go I’ll catch up”, once the male had turned ad take few steps the Boogie man lept from his place o the sink, arms wrapped around his neck and legs locked around the large males waist, pointing over his shoulder “Yea! mush!”
Bandit sweatdropped as the other had jumped onto his back. The terror was a lightweight so that was not the problem, it was more how childish he could be. But instead of being a buzzkill, the Killer simply gave a low sigh and carried the terror to the kitchen, dropping him onto a chair as they had reached the kitchen.
“You like pasta?” Bandit pulled a bowl out of the fridge, some leftovers from yesterday.
Ryou started to tremble, staring at the knife once again hovered over Daichi’s bare chest. His eyes were wide and fearful, trying to find the will-power to pull the blade back from Bandit, and to throw the knife across the table. But he didn’t, he merely watched as the thin edge of the blade was pressed to Daichi’s abdomen, and Ryou wasn’t sure whether or not it was him or Bandit pushing the knife anymore.
Bad dogs had to be put down.
The needs of the many, out weight that of the few. Utilitarianism, in which it is assumed an action is right or justifiable if it benefits the majority.
Wouldn’t this benefit everyone? One less criminal in the crime swamped city of Domino, one last painful reminded for Ryou…
He bit his lip when the blade pierced into Daichi’s skin, and again he faltered. His pupils dilated and he suddenly shook his head violently.
“No… no! I’m not a killer I’m not a murderer! I’m not like you! Either of you!”
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Bandit held Ryous Hand where it was. The boy had begun to cut on his own, he was getting closer. “And you think justice always works through law, rules and paper? If you really care so much for your justice then I suggest you put it upon the man, who deserves it the most.” Bandit spoke in a firm voice.
Then he grabbed Ryous face and turned it to Daichi. “Look at the man who killed your family and destroyed your life, the man who wanted to finish what he had started just a few minutes ago. Do you think he would have shown mercy?”
With a low growl, Bandit let go of Ryou and walked to the other side of the table, grabbing his very own knife. “The rules here are easy, eat or be eaten. If you don’t do it, then he’ll gladly go out and continue his work, thanks to your mercy. Or do you think you could arrest him tonight? You have no weapon, no backup and we’ve seen your great fighting skills in the park.”
Bandit mused and leaned against the table. “You know you want this and now you have the chance, now and never again. Be smart for once and stop thinking like a sheep!” With that Bandit rammed the knife into Daichis hand who gave a painfilled scream that was muffled by a dirty cloth.
Ryou felt his pride sting as Bandit pointed out his inability to fight back against Daichi. Even with a gun in hand the killer hadn’t been scared of Ryou…
He gritted his teeth, his anger rising up all the more. He kept thinking of Amane, how she had died on this very table. Bandit’s words kept ringing true in his head and he was unable to shake off the feeling that this world would be better without Daichi in it…
He was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts by Daichi’s scream. He startled, gripping the blade of his own knife. He shook his head and reached forward, way too late, as if to stop Bandit.
“I am not a sheep!” he suddenly shouted, his eyes going wide and flashing before bringing the knife down on the table, catching the edge of Daichi’s leg unintentionally, but causing blood to shed.
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Bandit watched this with a surprised expression before a smirk spread across his face. Now he got it. He walked a bit around the table, never too close to Ryou but enough to give him the feeling of being circled.
“Of course you’re a sheep, you think like one and act like one and everyone who doesn’t is a bad person in your eyes.” His pale eyes constantly focussed on the Officer as he kept walking around the table. “Your whole life, you got teached what’s right and wrong and you never had doubts but now that the truth is crumbling before your eyes you suddenly start loosing your mind. Are you really that unstable?”
He gave a low laugh. “Maybe you do need your medication, maybe you’re afraid of actually stepping out of your little shed.” As he was standing before Ryou on the other side of the table again, he placed his hands on it and leaned forward a little. “You’re just afraid of the Wolves, aren’t you? You have always been and you’re still afraid. Non wonder no one takes you seriously.”
“Who wouldn’t dislike that?”
