Case of Mental Defect

With all that had previously unfolded, all who saw the events looked on in sheer horror.

"How on earth did Bishop explode?" A gang member looked on while shaking at the bloody mess on the ground, which unfortunately used to be their boss Bishop.

"I've never heard of someone exploding from taking a pill before. What the hell could be in those pills for such a result?"

Questions rang around as puzzled and fearful faces plagued the scene.

"He must have eaten a damn bomb for such a result. Who would ingest such a thing for a meagre burst of power in their right mind? The end definitely does not justify the means."

A consensus was reached as the members discussed among themselves. Even those who were howling on the ground in agony only a few minutes prior immediately stopped. After all, they still had life, which was far better than Bishop's unfortunate state.

"I think those pills have some side effects on the psyche. I've never seen the boss act in such an irrational and cruel manner as before. Those things are nothing but poison if you ask me."

They all chimed in as the discussion raged on. Despite it all, on the ground, there was one member that seemed to have lost her very soul. It was Gomorra; her mental state had collapsed as she tried piecing together whatever she could find of him.

"I'll make it all better, love. Don't you worry, come back to me, and we'll do just as we promised each other. Remember until we are old and grey, right."

Tears ran down Gomorra's face as the words left her mouth while her knees rested against the cold night's floor.

Sigh!

'The choices you make will decide your fate in the end. I'm a remorseful fellow, but if it were my death, there would be no tears on their part; on the contrary, there would be songs of joy.'

Taf thought as he watched on the side as the group was in a grief-stricken state.

"I would love to allow some grieving time, but I can't as things would have it. Information is of utmost importance to me right now. Therefore you, Shorty, will provide some missing pieces to this puzzle."

Taf appears in front of a man that had joined in the discussion. Before Shorty could put up a struggle, he was stamped to the ground by a foot in his back.

"Now tell me about this strange elder, his interest in me and all about these pills. Especially the red ones, before I tenderize your limbs into jelly with my hammers."

Having witnessed first-hand the act of this fiend, Shorty started to disclose as much as he possibly could. He spoke of how the gym leader Salvar met his unfortunate demise after being seen as incompetent by the elder.

Also discussed was the takeover of the different organizations and gangs within the city by this mysterious elder. He further disclosed rumours that stated that this stranger is a cultivator and extremely powerful. Detailing how he enticed those seen to have talent with pills like the ones bishop had.

Lastly, how the senior has stated that the Mouse should be brought back to him alive and the vast reward offered for his capture. Seeing the Mouse as one that had the immense talent for mortal beings.

Having done what was asked of him, Taf left the Shorty be after ensuring he had spoken the truth. This was quite the information overload, so Taf took the time to digest it all. Indeed he was now thrust from his comfort zone.

This was a rumoured cultivator, someone old man Ming had never trained him to contend with.

'So things have changed somewhat, I see? This feeling of having someone preying on me puts me in a state of unease. It comes across as a bit outlandish the more I think of this cultivator entering our lovely city.'

He continued to formulate a plan,

'If it was before I read that journal, I would probably be shaking in my boots, but it is quite odd that a cultivator would resort to such things. In the journal, just from how Carlos spoke to Duo Fang, it is quite clear that mortals are lower than ants in their eyes and world.'

Things did appear strange the more Taf thought,

'Why then would this so-called cultivator ask for help from the mere food of ants? I have some speculations, but I wonder if my theories are accurate? To be more conclusive, I need to test this theory somewhat, but by doing this, I might need to delve further into character for the best results.'

"It's all your fault. You made him resort to taking those pills, you damn bastard!"

Gomorra screamed as if finally jolted back to reality.

Taf was taken aback and driven out of his thoughtful state by her yells. He looked at the now maddening Gomorra while shaking his head.

" Listen, because you just lost your man, I will not inflict any more damages to an already open wound. Bishop knew the risk, and he took them. He succumbed to his own fate. So I'll only say this once, begone!"

Gomorra wished nothing but to tear Taf apart, but she knew he was right. Knowing if she faced him to death, there would only be one outcome for her. Thus she held back with all her willpower.

Taf then went to the business at hand and collected the tax accrued by the viper gang as he swept away the injured members' loot. Sure it was a sad occasion, and the people needed to grieve. Yet business is business, right? There can be grief after, was how he had justified it.

Seeing the hate in all their eyes, he stored away the loot and readied himself for his final task, a straightforward message.

"Ok, listen up loud and clear. I want you to deliver a message for me without missing a word. Tell this elder I do not like to be played by others. I may seem to be a small insignificant stone stuck in the dirt and unremarkable in nature, but rest assured, he will discover that I am the tip of an indestructible rock."

His words were so startling all who heard could only simply gawk, yet he continued,

"Make sure not to disturb this unperturbed rock, or else he will feel my vengeance. My alias might be the Mouse, and he might see himself as a hawk, but I am the hunter in this game, not the prey. Others might fear him but not this Mouse."

There was only silence as Taf ended his speech. What could be said? This Mouse was an absolute psychopath. Does this guy not fear death to dare challenge a cultivator? This is ludicrous. This Sir Mouse is definitely one that was dropped on his head by his mother countless times as a baby.

There is no other explanation.

Yeah, he definitely is mentally defective!

To be continued…

Edited by McDeathTheReapr