Accelerator held his breath within the dark factory.
With his plan, everything would fall in place as long as he prepared his first move correctly.
Accelerator had swiped a few pieces of equipment from the van. One of them was the shotgun he used in lieu of a cane and another was a small radio.
He would use both in his plan.
Currently, the enemy group was afraid of causing friendly fire in the darkness, so they had scattered out while communicating via radio. Accelerator had mixed in his own communications where he used a staticky voice to play the part of an "ally" that provided false information to destroy the enemy's coordination. It seemed they had quickly realized what Accelerator was doing, but they had no way of knowing which voices were from their comrades and which were tricks. As a result, their suspicion of every voice they heard had deepened.
Without the use of their radios, the enemy no longer knew where their allies were.
Even if they spotted a figure in the darkness they would be too afraid of causing friendly fire (or being the victim of friendly fire) to react quickly. Their cooperation was falling apart. On the other hand, Accelerator just had to view every figure he saw as an enemy. That gave him a great advantage.
Hound Dog's primary threat came from their weapons and the fact that they were a group.
His plan had almost entirely robbed them of both, so no real problem remained.
This was the first time Accelerator had worked up an enemy's fear instead of using his powers, but the enemy had fallen for it amusingly well. Fear truly must have been a common factor across all of humanity. In the back alleys, Accelerator had reigned as a symbol of fear without doing a thing. Simply concentrating that a bit and actively using it had produced this wonderful result.
The enemy group was no longer a threat to him.
They were nothing more than moving targets.
(Now then.)
He had used the radio and fear to split apart and isolate them. Even if he went a bit nuts here, he would have a few minutes to spare before reinforcements arrived. He did not need to worry about the surrounding Hound Dog members.
As Accelerator hid in the darkness, a smile appeared on his lips.
His gaze was fixed on his prey that he had spotted trembling alone and away from its comrades.
(It's time for a feast, you fattened beasts.)
He was about 15 meters from his target.
The closer to the target, the more powerful a shotgun was. For that reason, his distance was still not the best it could be, but nevertheless Accelerator leaned against the wall, lifted his "cane" from the floor, casually took aim, and fired.
A great roar tore at his ears and a great shock slammed into his shoulder. As expected, the shotgun blast scattered before it reached the target. But the target was surrounded by hard concrete and metal plates. The scattered bullets bounced like pinballs and struck the man in black from multiple angles.
A scream resounded through the factory.
A liquid splattered in the darkness and the human silhouette spun like in an action movie. After seeing that, Accelerator used the shotgun as a cane to approach the man in black.
It seemed his arm had been taken out. And falling while spinning appeared to have wrenched the other hand.
The submachine the man in black had been holding had slid far away. He tried to pull out his backup handgun but was unable to grab it like he wanted thanks to his injured arms.
He looked like an ugly caterpillar.
Accelerator placed a hand against a nearby wall and held the shotgun barrel up against the man in black's cheek.
"Y-you're joking…"
The voice was surprisingly high-pitched. When he looked closer, Accelerator could see feminine body lines below the black outfit.
"Joking? I suppose so. Not that it matters," spat out Accelerator. "But this is new material."
He pulled the trigger.
Accelerator's body could not withstand the dull shock of firing, so he fell over backwards.
(This isn't a gun to fire one-handed.)
As he shook his head and stood up, he could see the woman in black writhing on the ground.
"O-ohffh…Bohhaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!?"
She was holding her mouth with her crushed hands, but they seemed to be pressing oddly deep into her face. The shotgun had blown off her lower jaw. If she had moved her hands, only her upper teeth would have been visible.
Accelerator realized something warm had landed on his cheek.
He brought it into his mouth with his tongue and chewed it along with his saliva.
It tasted of meat.
"Ah hah."
A laugh leaked out.
He did not need to give any more time to this woman who could no longer fight. Accelerator needed to leave as quickly as he could. The other Hound Dog members would arrive after hearing the gunshots. He wanted to avoid being spotted and fired at head on. The best plan for him was to hide in the darkness and destroy his prey one at a time. And so Accelerator decided he should leave as soon as possible.
But…
He stood on wobbly legs while using the shotgun as a cane.
He was starting to enjoy himself.
He knew he could not stay, but he could not overcome the bursting feeling of release within him.
As he chewed the crunchy and juicy delicacy in his mouth, he stood before the woman whose jaw he had blown off.
"…Ohh, ohh. You look like you'd give great head now."
The woman missing the bottom half of her face jumped in shock and looked toward him.
Accelerator could not imagine what expression was on his face.
"How the hell can you live looking like that!? Don't you fuck with me!!"
He kicked the woman in the gut as she tried to crawl along the floor.
Repeated sounds of dull impacts rang out. He kicked her 5 times, 10 times, 15 times, 20 times, and eventually her body suddenly disappeared into the darkness.
Accelerator looked over to see a press meant for processing metal.
He could see what looked like a cliff. It seemed metal products would be dropped in from a conveyer belt where the press would crush them together. The pit was about 3 meters deep and 10 meters square. A pile of empty cans and steel rods could be seen filling the bottom, so it may have actually been deeper.
The woman struggled three meters down.
With her injured arms and missing lower jaw, she was quite a pathetic excuse for a human being.
But Accelerator felt no pity even while watching her.
He glanced over at the corner where objects were brought into the press. Most of the equipment was operated from the control room, but some equipment appeared to be manually operated. A large button could be seen on the wall.
And the woman seemed to understand what it was Accelerator was looking at.
She seemed to begin begging while looking up towards him.
"Afhhe… afhehh… farhhheh…"
"Sorry," apologized Accelerator while cutting her off. "Do you have any idea who you've made an enemy of?"
He slammed his palm against the wall to press the giant switch.
He did not hesitate in the slightest.
The dull, dull noise of the motor reverberated throughout the facility.
"Now then…" Without giving the woman even a parting glance, he let out a hot breath while once more resuming his patrol of the factory. "Where has my next prey wandered off to?"
A smile tore across his face from right to left.