"NOO! RICKY!"
Still caught in Kurt's arms, but with his grip loosened a bit thanks to whatever trick the cultist did, the boss screamed at what just happened.
"I'll kill you, you fucker! I swear I'll kill you!"
'His name was Ricky? Huh.' Kurt thought, not even dazed at what he saw.
"Aahh yes! The sound of someone's grief is like music to my ears~ AHAHAHA!" The cultist tilted his head back and laughed hysterically.
Anger, grief and helplessness struck him all at once as tears began flowing down the boss's face.
"You cultist freak! I'll make you pay for what you did to Ricky!"
"AHAHA- What did you call me?" He turned his head to look at the boss.
'Oh no…'
"I told you, didn't I? The cultist walked in their direction, "I told you… that we are not cultists."
"Oh really?! Ha! That fucking clown getup you got on says otherwise! You freak!"
"Are you trying to provoke him, baldy!" Kurt scolded.
"Stop calling me that! My name is Wesley, bitch!"
"Ok Wesley Bitch. How about you apologise to the gentleman that's slowly making his way to us with a purpose?"
"Wha- Who you calling a bitch?! Also, this situation would never have happened if it wasn't for you interfering with our business!"
"You're the ones who got paranoid over a cat meowing! I was about to leave when-"
"Excuse me, Wesley." The cultist pointed the knife against his tear-streaked cheek, "Do you mind repeating what you just called me? Maybe I misheard."
He then slowly guided the knife to sit right under Wesley's eye, sinked it in his flesh and began cutting down.
"Y-you bitch," Wesley winced at the pain, "S-stop cutting."
"Tell me, Wesley~" He started cutting underneath the other eye, "What did you call me?"
"Aaah! F-fuck! I-I called you… Ha! Ha ha ha…"
'Oh, here we go…'
"I called you… A freakin' cultist, you bitch!"
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..
..
"Aaaha… AHAHAHAHA!"
"HAHAHAHA! Yeah, you like being called that! Cultist bitch!"
"AHAHAHAHA!"
'And here I thought I was the crazy one.' Kurt thought as he watched the two laugh in madness.
"Get over here you swine!" He grabbed and lodged Wesley out of Kurt's hold and threw him on the ground.
"Ow! Be careful you fuck!" Wesley yelled as collided onto the concrete.
The cultist stood over him and licked his blood-covered knife.
"Call me that again, Wesley~" He leaned closer to his face. "I dare you."
*Ptoo* Wesley spat in his face.
"Fuck you, you cultist bitch. That was for Ricky."
The cultist slid his knife across his own face to wipe off the spit.
Then… He licked it.
'Ewwww. What the hell?' Kurt thought, nearly gagging.
"...Ha! AHAHAHAH!"
STAB
"Fuck! You crazy bitch!" Wesley screamed as the knife got stabbed in his stomach.
"AHAHAHA~"
STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB
"What's wrong Wesley?! Where'd all that bravado go, huh?!"
STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB
"AHAHAHAHA!"
The body at this point became unrecognisable. Blood pooled everywhere as he just kept on stabbing in a frenzy.
Eventually the knife hit the concrete instead, as there was no flesh left to stab where he was hitting.
*wheeze* "Haaaa huff. Now…it's your turn, one eyed boy~"
Looking in Kurt's direction, he noticed that he was gone.
"What the- Where'd he go? How'd he move?"
The cultist frantically looked around but Kurt was nowhere to be seen.
"Show yourself! I know you're still around!"
*Rustle*
"There you are~" He spoke quietly.
He started tiptoeing so as to not make a sound. When he reached the corner of the alley he readied his knife for a surprise attack.
"FOUND YOU!" He jumped round the bend only to find-
*meow*
-A cat sitting atop a dumpster.
"Oh my, aren't you a cute cat~ Say you wouldn't happen to have seen a man with an eyepatch come through here, did you?"
*meow?*
The cat tilted its head.
"Thought not."
When the cultist turned around to continue his search, a figure jumped out from the dumpster and grabbed him from behind.
Lo and behold that figure was Kurt.
He grabbed the cultist from the back of his head and shoved it directly against the wall in front of him.
SLAM
"Ah, dammit-"
CRACK
"AHH!"
Kurt grabbed his arm holding the knife then twisted and bent it upwards. With his arm broken he dropped the knife and yelped in pain.
"H-How?!"
"How what?"
"How'd you move?! Even with the spell incomplete, you shouldn't be able to move your body until I release it! So how?!"
"Ah that? I don't know, really? It sorta just happened when you were on your stabbing spree. So, I took the opportunity to hide while you were…. Distracted."
"T-that's impossible!"
"That's enough questions from you Mr. Gentleman. It's my turn."
While holding him by the back of the head, Kurt took his other arm and asked, "Unless you don't want another broken arm, I suggest you answer me honestly."
"Ha! That depends on what you're asking."
"Well for starters, what's the deal with those tags? Display tags you called it. What do you want to do with it?"
"Hahaha! A reasonable question considering you could have died today."
"Answer me." Kurt twisted his arm.
"A-alright alright! I'll tell you." The cultist pleaded. "You see, the reason why we need those tags is because we want to show you something."
"Show me something?"
"Not you specifically, idiot!"
"I know. I was just speaking to myself, jackass!"
"Ow Ow Ow! Stop twisting, you're going to break it… *gasp* ha ha ha."
"What is it you want to show? And answer properly."
"The thing we want to show, you see, is… an execution. And! And before you ask whose execution? Let me ask you, have you heard of the prophecy?"
"... No. What is it?"
"Ah~ A lost little lamb you are. You see, little lamb, the prophecy states that a child of golden hair and crystal blue eyes will be born, here, in Eldoria, in the year 780. And it is said that that child is a direct descendent of… Goddess Bula..."
"... Ok, and?"
"And? And don't you get it?! How can there be only one child of the Goddess! And one of direct bloodline? BLASPHEMY!" The cultist screamed at the thought of it.
"We are her children! Not some wannabe fake that the church decides! *Gasp* Haaahufff… So, we all have decided to put on a little show."
"What did you do?" Kurt spoke menacingly.
"You see, little lamb~, there are many children with similar features to that which was prophesied, so we just kidnapped all the children that match the description! AHAHAHA!"
"You did what?! Didn't you say that the church said it 'will be born'? Why kidnapped innocent children!?" Kurt slammed the cultist face against the wall.
Blood spilled out his nose from the impact, but he ignored the pain and spoke on,
"How can we know if they're telling the truth? They're liars! All of them! And they dare to speak the Goddess's name in vain?! No no no little lamb~ We will kill all those children. We will slit their throats, rip their guts out and feed it to the wolves. These tags were the last piece of the puzzle."
"You're going to 'show' it to them." Kurt mumbled.
"Yes! Now you get it, AHAHA! These tags are amazing. With just four tags, one acts as a camera while the other three acts as a screen. And those screens ha ha ha… oh how ginormous they are~. We will scatter those screens across all of Eldoria and at the end of every month this year… you will watch us murder those children! AHAHAHA!"
Kurt, now visibly disgusted at what he just heard, tightened his grip and asked,
"Where are the kids?"
"You think I'm just gonna tell you? I'll never betray my brothers and sisters"
"I suppose not. Good thing you'll die here today."
"Ah yes about that," the cultist looked down at Kurt's feet and put on a creepy smile.
He then slightly lifted his own foot so that Kurt wouldn't notice and slammed it down hard against his foot.
"Ah, dammit!"
Feeling his grip loosen a bit, the cultist shook his arm out of Kurt's hand and elbowed him in the gut. He used this opportunity to jump away and ready himself for what's coming next.
"Finally," he wiped his bloodied nose, "That's some serious strength you got to pin me to the wall and break my arm like that. You done this before?"
"... If you weren't dead before," Kurt picked up the knife that was dropped and walked to him, "Then you can bet your worthless self that you are now."
"I don't think so!" The cultist used the blood that was from his nose and smeared it on his symbol covered hand.
"Freeze, little lamb!" He shouted as mana burst out from him again.
This caused Kurt to pause momentarily.
'Should've broken his other arm.'
"AHAHA! Thought you had me, huh little lamb?! Should've thought twice before- WAIT! How are you still moving?!"
Kurt didn't say anything and continued walking at him.
"N-no! Stay back! Get away from me-"
BAM
CRACK
"Aaaah! My arm!"