Fresh murder.

I pulled my gun out and aimed it at the terrorist. He lost even more of his sanity. But just enough sanity to regain his composure. His breaths became aligned. More than angsty, he was psychopathic.

"Oooh… Where did you get that one out of?" I could feel the grin in his voice. Not that it mattered. I was devoid of sympathy for people like him. Walking pieces of trash.

I put the voice chat on mute and stopped sharing my vision. No one should see what I'm about to do.

"This little thing? I got it from your dead friend outside." I started walking up to him and putting some distance between the hostages and myself.

The man's machine gun pointed straight at me.

"That guy died, huh? Well, it was all for a good cause. Everything is for our God! Every death is by his will."

"Terrorists never change, huh? All of you go on and on about your stupid Gods like broken records. You should die too then. Bet it'll be for a good cause as well."

"You have a big mouth for someone who's about to die. You did get something wrong. I have much to do! I wouldn't kill myself when I could be spreading our message!"

"Makes sense, your kind is resistant. Like cockroaches. Then let me do it for you, I'll squash you like the bug you are..." I was close to the edge. "You might want to close your eyes." I told the kids behind me.

I turned slightly to see them desperately cover both their eyes and ears.

"Confident are you? How will you do that?" The terrorist laughed.

Lucky for me this idiot was the chatty type. I would have killed me if I were in his situation. He must have had a reason to not kill us yet. Or maybe he liked toying around.

From my periphery I could see the dots meet in the main field. I was out of time.

"How will I kill you? Are you blind? Can't you see the gun?"

"Where will you shoot it? I'm covered head to toe." Confident are you?

"A gamble. Your helmet probably has some weak point."

"A GAMBLE WITH YOUR LIFE, HUH?! HAHAHA! THAT'S AMUSING! WHY DON'T YOU TAKE YOUR SHOT!"

A lower ranked terrorist had no use for such pride. A lower ranked terrorist wouldn't risk this. A low-rank terrorist wouldn't care about spreading the message. This man was probably someone higher up.

His excessive pride was perfect! He was an open book. I could practically predict all his actions. In fact, I did!

As he slowly put his hand up in the air-

DHVUSH

I shot without hesitation. The bullet travelled straight behind him.

"HAAH! HOW'S THAT GAMBLE NOW, YOU SHIT?! Screw not being able to hit through the helmet, you just missed my whole body!" A couple of his bullets fired into the ground. His trigger was loose.

"I missed?"

"Of course you did!" He pulled his gun up and aimed straight at me.

"No, you idiot terrorising bitch. I never intended to hit you. I'm not stupid enough to hit a kitted dude." Buy time. Buy time.

"Stop spouting bullshit."

"Do you know what that armour of your's can't protect you against?"

I started walking straight at him. Confidently and quickly.

"This guy's sick even more sick in the head than-." His finger was on the trigger.

I stopped and looked straight into where I supposed his eyes would be under the mask. He flinched.

"Gravity. Your suit can't save you from fall damage."

The sound of ropes scratching against each other. As the man pulled the trigger, he lost sight of me. His aim got skewed towards the ceiling. The hook on the vest jerked him up as he crashed against the ceiling before falling straight to the ground more than 20 metres below. I heard the sound of cranes falling as the emergency cord broke.

A splash and cracking of broken bones.

The rope I was aiming for was the security rope. A rope that wasn't weak enough to accidentally be used, but just weak enough to break under enough ramming. It was an emergency mechanism after all.

'In the case of an accident, use the hammer to break the window' was an analogy used to describe that rope.

It would be hard to break it with naked hands, but a shard of glass and a bullet was more than enough to cut the rope.

The hook attached to the dude launched him up and shot him down to the ground.

A plan which went off the rail, but still ended exactly how I expected it to.

"DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH TO KILL ME?!" A shout erupted from the bottom.

"Still alive, huh? I expected nothing less of a high-ranked terrorist." I walked over to the edge of the platform and saw him on the ground. With a few of his limbs bent the wrong way. "Oi! You terrorist bitch, why are you still alive?"

"YOU FU-." He took his gun out. But his broken bones barely let him use it.

"You sure about using a gun while you're covered in oil?!"

"Kuk! Just you wait! Soon my people wi-"

The terrorist tried to drag himself up but slipped because of the machine oil. Even his gun was too slippery to wield now. His instinct led him to grab on to the main rope, but I lubed that so he fell.

"You won't live long enough to let your people come to you."

"AS IF! I WILL LIVE! AFTER ALL, I AM STILL ALIVE!" The man shouted while lying proudly on the ground. "Your petty gravity couldn't kill my beliefs! This is real life, your petty pranks can't defy the will of the gods. Soon my people will be here, I will live and you will die! THEY WILL COME!" The terrorist shouted as to assure himself.

He ripped his helmet off and coughed up blood and spit it on the ground.

"Petty pranks? Gravity? What the hell are you on about? I expected you to survive the fall. Why do you think the machine oil is there?" Of course, a cockroach wouldn't die with one little squash.

He looked around at the scene of my organised crime trying to make sense of my words. Let me make it a little easier for his peanut brain to understand.

"When I said that gravity was going to kill you, I didn't mean the fall." After claiming, I stood up and went to the other side of the platform and grabbed a box. A full tiered toolbox. One that weighed around about 20 kgs.

"You all should also prepare to get out of here. You aren't tied up right?" I asked the other kids around me. From that angle they couldn't see anything.

"Y-yes." A quaint whisper.

"Good. Get up and cover your ears again, continue closing your eyes if you'd like."

They nodded while heading back. There eyes were somewhat relieved and their faces were puffed from crying. If I was any later these people would have died. And they knew that.

I walked over to the edge to see the man in his eyes.

Time to finish what I started.

The sight wasn't all that different from a second ago. There was a man with a pool of blood over and around him. But his eyes showed no fear. I should change that. I held the toolbox out. So that it lined right over his face.

He realised that.

"You wouldn't." The man said.

I let my pinky finger loose. Mery was not part of the Demon King's persona. Even if he could have died from blood loss, he not only insulted me, but he also had information about my action.

He would die a bug's death.

The man started squirming on the ground. But between his mangled limbs and the lack of friction, he was helpless.

"Hey… Does your God think this is retribution?"

"N-No… HELP! SOMEONE! BROTHERS!" A worm.

Haha… How pathetic.

"You were planning to kill these innocent people like life never mattered. But when it came to your own you're willing to struggle. Did they not brainwash you over at your camp? Or wait, is terrorism just a business? You seem to value your life quite a bit."

"YOU CAN'T KILL ME! MY LIFE HAS MEANING! DEMONS STILL LIVE AMONG US! I CAN'T DIE! HELP!!!!"

My middle and ring finger went loose. There were 20 kilos resting on a little loop formed between my index and thumb.

"You know… my hand really hurts. One of those brothers of yours shot me on my shoulder."

"YOU CAN'T!"

"I don't think I can hold on any longer."

"No..."

"Brave cunt, I hope you find your retribution."

"NOOOO!!!!"

I let go of the toolbox.

2000 Newtons. Right on his face. There was blood everywhere. Splattered brains? Probably. It was so graphic that even chopping a body up for cannibalism would look less gruesome.

An instant death. But his body still twitched. The sound of slips and spills. The insides of the skull.

It took a minute but his body was now lifelessly arranged across the floor.

I felt cold.

"Mao are you fine?!" I heard a girl shout in my ear. Rune got into my lens again. "I heard a really loud sound an-" I turned around from that horror movie scene.

And emptied my thoughts, going back to the usually me.

It was Luha, after all. Yes, this was for her.

For a moment it was her who saved me and not the other way around.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be getting the 'buggiez' over to you now."

It was time to get right out of this mess.