Pitch Black

[valen]

The two thugs were carrying Michael into his room, Room 313. Each of them placed one of Michael's hands over their shoulder, occasionally hitting him in the ribs with their elbows, making Michael cough up blood from his lungs. He was beaten, little could he do to resist them.
The thug with the broken jaw moaned all the way to Room 313, what caused Michael to laugh at him despite the pain he was in himself. As they moved slowly through the hallways Michael nodded towards the Room 313, as a sign that this was what they are looking for. They opened the door with Michael's magnetic card instead of the usual bashing through the doors. They entered the room and threw Michael on the floor, with one of the thugs kneeling next to him, to tie his hands together, so he posses no threat.
The two thugs sat on the chairs near the table in the middle of the room, admiring the room itself, and wondering how a mess up like Michael was ever able to get it. They laughed at each other jokes spiting all over the room while laughing, trying to shorten the time until Decker comes to meet Michael.
Little did they know that Michael was pretending to be unconscious with his head downed, and his hair covering his eyes, blood was slowly but steadily dripping from his wound over his eye in between his legs, creating a small puddle. He was leaned to the side of the bed, with his legs stretched in front of him. His hands were tied behind his back with a plastic rope, so he was unable to use them in any other way but pulling the sheet that was under the bed with them.
Slowly did he pull the sheet, careful not to show any movement that the two thugs could notice. When his fingers grasped the case his blade was in, his mouth widened into a smile, but no sound was made. With careful movements did Michael open the case, feeling the cold blade in it. Every second seemed like eternity to Michael as he was trying to cut the plastic rope with the blade, until finally a quiet sound was heard, the rope bursted, and his hands were free. Still, he showed no movement as he grabbed the blade from the case.

The thugs were still laughing, and talking to each other what they will do with their cut of the ransom. Enjoying the whisky that they found in Michael's locker in the kitchen. The one with the broken jaw was trying not to laugh and talk, while holding a piece of mop on his face to stop the bleeding. Their eyes were not fixed on Michael, and their attention was nowhere in the room, their minds wandered, and Michael knew that.
He took the blade in his right hand causing the blade to cut Michael's palm, as the blade had no handle, it was simply ripped from the armor to be used like this. No sound came, as the blade cut more deeply into Michael's flesh. He stood up, and the thugs still didn't notice him, until finally the one with the broken jaw noticed him, and started screaming with the mop over his mouth.

"What is it dumb ass?" - The other thug asked, as Michael was standing in his full height across the room, looking at them with a maniacal look in his eyes. Blood dripped down the blade to the floor, but still no sound of pain came out of Michael, as he didn't even feel it, it was suppressed too deeply to be felt, replaced by anger, hatred, lust and greed.
In several fast steps Michael ran towards the thug, raising his blade and stabbed him through his neck, spraying blood all over the other thug, what caused him to fall over his chair, screaming in terror. He started shaking, as Michael's blade went through his nervous system, and as Michael twisted the blade, the thug was flinching and shaking, he was Michael's pet. As he was holding the blade in his neck, the thug's eyes were rolling over, no color was seen, only red and white in them, until finally his eyelids close. Michael looked at the other thug that was on the floor, and retracted the blade from the other one's neck, causing him to fall on the floor. He looked at the guy that was still alive.

"I made a promise once." - He said as he looked at the blade covered in his and the thug's blood, "To myself." - He paused a little, "No one will ever lay a hand on me. And I intend to keep it." - Michael said as he slowly walked towards him, he was unable to get up, fear, terror even caused this. As Michael approached him the thug began crawling backwards until he had no place to go, he was cornered in a wall, and Michael approached him, kneeled next to him and leaned the blade to his neck.

Inch by inch he cut through his skin, enjoying every bit, "Tell me, where is Decker, and I might leave you alive." - He asked him, as the thug removed the mop from his mouth and said, "The bridge." - Barely understandable but Michael knew where he must go. He stood up, and just as the thug thought he was going to stay alive, with one swift strike, Michael stabbed him in his heart, "See you in hell." - He said as he twisted the blade and showed it deeper into his body, causing massive bleeding, and instant death. Step by step he left the room, closing the door behind him, and started running towards the bridge.

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On the bridge Decker was wondering why Michael wanted the LiCad, and how he found out that he is probably the only guy that knows where to get it, and more importantly, how to produce it. Nonetheless, 100 grand per milligram is a deal of a lifetime, too good to just let go without checking it to be true.
After spending a few minutes in wondering, he stood up from his chair. The rest of his thugs on the bridge took care of the bodies, and the blood there, so they will be able to take care of things until he is back.

"Joe, Big, come with me, we may get more out of this then we originally thought." - Decker said as he rose his hands covered in jewelry and placed a cigar in his mouth, and lit it with his golden lighter.

The three proceeded of the bridge into the elevator, pressing the button for the lower decks in it. Decker was enjoying this, as he knew the entire ship is his, or so he thought. Every deck, every room is under his control. He enjoyed the power he felt, it made him feel immortal.
As he reached the designated deck, the three of them proceeded into the corridor, once again Decker puffed his cigar, and blew the smoke into one of his thugs, "Lets go make some money shall we?" - He laughed and walked towards Room 313.

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