Chapter 13 - Purpose

Jack raised his pistol with cold eyes and aimed it at Beatrice. From his throat came icy and without emotional words - If you dare to touch him, I will make a couple of new holes in your despicable carcass.

"Jack…" Beatrice said with a dry mouth. She would never have thought that the same pathetic mattress, which she recently humiliated, would first beat her, and then even point a pistol at her.

Fear captured her heart. She had already begun to understand that Jack might have had a gentle disposition, but somewhere inside him sits a demon tied on a chain, whom she had already had the honor of teasing. The result of this teasing was a visit to the hospital with a broken nose, severe bruises, and suspected other fractures.

This guy was not quite healthy, especially concerning his head, which means that the chance that he will shoot is quite high. Unpleasantly large.

She also knew that Jack, a subordinate of Balalaika, and therefore for her murder, would receive a maximum reprimand. This increased the chances that the fat man would sew her up even more.

And Beatrice didn't want to die. Nobody wants to die, especially if your life is so beautiful. - Jack. - Beatrice said again, trying to calm her heartbeat and trembling voice - What are you doing? Are you keeping your eye on me?

The guests of the establishment, whores, and security guards watched the outcome with interest. They didn't know if Beatrice would survive today or not. The new manager, as it seemed to them, was at least a very gentle person, but also very decisive.

Meanwhile, Jack calmly walked around the hall keeping Beatrice at gunpoint - You still dare to oppress someone in this brothel, you fool? - he asked calmly, looking like a vulture at the dominatrix

`` You're going overboard, Jack ... '' Beatrice said, breathing nervously, but Jack interrupted her.

- I asked you a question. Is your head so empty that it is not able to understand where the question is and where not? - Jack said, going up the stairs

- I did not cross your path ... - the dominatrix gently shook her head, carefully choosing her words

- You're wrong. With one of your arrogant shameless behavior, you beg for a bullet from me. - said Jack, taking a step on the second floor. He was already ten meters from Hiro and Beatrice. "It seems to me that recently I made it clear to you that I would no longer tolerate this kind of behavior in this brothel. I thought I knocked out of you the idea of ​​mocking the weak, but no. It turned out that you feel even lower and decided to continue your attacks, only the goals became even weaker so that they certainly would not give you back, right? I understand correctly?

Beatrice was sweating. Her eyes darted nervously over the surrounding crowd that watched them for help, but no one stood up for her. - Jack, you misunderstood everything ...

- Did I allow you to open your mouth, not on business? - Jack tilted his head to the side when he stopped five meters from Beatrice - I asked you a simple question, stupid cunt, and am still waiting for an answer. Do you like mocking the weak? Do you like to humiliate them? And which one to be at the other end of the table, Beatrice, huh?

Beatrice's thoughts were confused. She had never been in such a tense situation. It seemed to her that the corset was beginning to choke her.

- I wait for an answer and my fingers begin to tremble with impatience. That and look, I will not shoot on purpose. The truth is still crying for you, hardly anyone will.

The dominatrix's head began to spin, and her vision began to float.

Suddenly, Hiro, before that, shocked, stood silently changing his expression. His face became determined and his body began to move.

Under Jack's shocked gaze, Hiro shielded Beatrice's body with his.

- What are you doing, Hiro? Getaway! - Jack said, taken aback. His anger and rage receded slightly.

- Well you need to, Jack. You are not bad. Hiro said calmly, shaking his head.

"Hiro, do you forgive her everything?" -

- Yes. - the guy nodded with a smile - Nothing bad happened. It's my fault that Mrs. Beatrice lost her temper. I upset her with my words.

"It's not your fault Hiro, step aside. - Jack was discouraged.

"I'll step away, just put the gun down, boss. - with a funny but serious face said, Hiro

Grimacing, Jack exhaled and lowered the gun. "Okay, okay, go do your job."

Beatrice could not believe what was happening. Her head, which was already spinning, seemed unable to perceive what had just happened.

Jack tucked the pistol into his belt and went to his office. Luckily, Beatrice was on his way.

Passing by the still bewildered dominatrix, Jack coldly said - You can write down today as your second birthday. You more than deserved to lie with a hole in your head, wherever you are in the trash but thank Hiro that it didn't come to that.

Having said this, he entered his office, leaving Beatrice alone with his thoughts.

As soon as he entered the office, the previously quiet brothel became a real buzzing nest. Everyone was discussing what had happened.

- These are emotions! I told you this is a cool place! - a drunk man spoke loudly to his friend

- Yeah. As if I went to the theater ... Although I have never been to the theater. - the guy thought

- It's cooler here than in the theater! When I came here for the first time, I saw this manager beating that whore. And how many emotions! You can't say that he is capable of such a thing, huh?

...

- I told him they would help him, I said!

- Okay, you were right ... Did you see how he put this bitch in place? I even got goosebumps!

- Yeah. It even turned me on. - smiled whore, licking her lips - Who would have thought that in this kind fat man sits a tiger!

- Leila! Again you are for yours!

...

While everyone outside the office discussed what was happening, Jack sat silently in a quiet room at the table.

There was a pistol on the table, and Jack stared at it with a strange, slightly incredulous look.

- "Yes, yes, my dear friend, it was you who just held her at gunpoint." - Gunther remarked with a smile - "I have nothing to do with it, but notice how fast everything is developing. As soon as you felt how the past shackles were removed ... as soon as you felt and understood that in your hands there is real power and there are no boundaries ... And so, you began to show your real self. Your real self, not driven into a frame. Himself present, who longs for revenge for past bullying. Himself real, who will no longer dare to endure such an obvious humiliation both for himself and for those close to him. "

- "I ..." - licked his dry lips, Jack

- "All this is you, my dear partner."

Jack sighed, took the pistol in his hands, and twirled it - "True, they say, power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely ..." - he said dryly to Gunther

- "Nobody corrupts anyone." - O'Dim threw up his hands - "The system has deprived you of your usual boundaries. You have already dulled your fear of death. I dulled my fear of the consequences because you can always start all over again in a new world. Start from scratch if something doesn't work out, but with a rewarding experience. The gun in your hands only made you feel confident in yourself and your abilities. "

Throwing the pistol on the table, Jack grabbed his face with his hands. "And where will this lead me? Am I not going to be the one I once hated? "

"Everything depends only on you, Jack. I am also very interested in where my system will take you. " - Gunter said with a smile, smiling like a Cheshire cat

- "I will help people ..." - suddenly said, Jack

- "What?" - raised an eyebrow with interest O'Dim

"I need a purpose since my adventure will never end. I will help those who deserve it. And even to those who do not deserve it, I will give a chance. "

- "You already talked about this ..."

- "Not really." Jack shook his head. "I wanted to do good deeds to stay neutral. To neutralize your evil deeds. Now I want to do good deeds so as not to lose myself. "

Gunther narrowed his eyes and smiled and put his fingers together. "That's how it is. I see you are determined. "

- "Yes." - said Jack, getting up from the table

"Do you understand that this will take strength?"

- "Understand." - Jack took an emphasis lying - "If your words are not backed up by force, then they are unlikely to be taken seriously."

- "Well, let's see if you last long." - with a sparkle in his eyes, said the mister to the mirror

"I don't know if I'll last long or not. However, I know one thing for sure. " - said Jack, pushing up with difficulty and shaking his whole body, like aspen, but stubbornly continuing

- "And what?"

"The moment I give up on my goal, we both know that I have lost my real self."

The limit has been reached!

Will [9 → 10]

"Good God, Jack. You make my heart flutter. You exceeded all my expectations. " - said O'Dim with glee

- "Shut up. We both know you don't have a heart. Better count. "

- "As you say, as you say ... Five, six, seven ..."