Chapter 385: Chapter 384.

Chapter 384. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 2; Luring out the Brain (10/10)

The body couldn’t even be recognized by this point. She’d flipped him onto his back at some point. Everywhere, from head to toe, she hadn’t missed a single inch of his body during her stabbing spree.

She looked too weak and worn down to even lift the knife again.

I’d stopped recording at the five-minute mark. There was no need to record any further. He was already dead long before that point anyway. Any more than that was pointless. I’d also used the opportunity to upload the video to a burner account on the VPN they had set up through the app they used. I removed all traces of that account from the device and permanently deleted the video on her phone so it couldn’t be recovered.

I also took the chance to clean up everything as well during this time. I removed any trace of my fingerprints on her keys, wallet, license, chair, and anything else I touched since I arrived. I even removed the duct tape and stuffed the remains into my pocket.

When I was done cleaning up, I finally took the opportunity to check the disposable burner email. I did so on Malory’s phone, but I didn’t bother to use the VPN through the gang’s app on her phone. The last time I checked it was right before I left the store. The email I’d long awaited still hadn’t shown up by that point in time.

However, when I opened it up this time… a powerful tremor ran through my body. I was ready to collapse. It was… here. It was… finally here. The go-ahead I’d been desperately waiting for this last week. They’d emailed me an hour ago.

I immediately sent a reply since everything was in place on my end.

‘The brain has been acquired. You’re free to move in. Let the storm begin. -Devthor’

It was as good as over. This short message signaled the end of Swastika in this city. Their gang... was done.

With that complete, I took out the Swastika gang leader’s phone and kept an eye on the group chat and his messages. For the time being there wasn’t anything yet. All I had to do was wait to be contacted for instructions.

The instructions I gave them would seal the deal. But since it would probably take a while, I figured it would be best to deal with Malory.

She’d been so engrossed with stabbing, that it felt as though she’d completely forgotten about my presence altogether.

All those years of hatred she’d fostered in her heart had all been released in one go. She sat on top of his back supporting her body with the knife plunged into his flesh and her back to me.

I approached her from behind then pressed the barrel of the gun against the back of her head and said coldly, “Well then… are you satisfied?”

“Ha… haha… hahaha… satisfied? Satisfied! How could I be satisfied with just this! Only breaking even? He deserves much more than this, but... my arms won’t move anymore.”

“I see. But… now that you’ve killed your boyfriend and gotten your revenge… it’s... time for you to follow him to hell... and die.”

She laughed maniacally and told me, “Do it,” 

She leaned back and peaked at me over her shoulder with a peaceful, content smile on her face. “Like I care anymore... The one person above the bastard father I already killed, the one who I wanted to kill the most... is finally dead. It’s a shame I won’t be able to kill off all of the other bastards in Swastika who did those things to me. Haaaaaah. I really did want to make all men suffer, but... I guess I’ll have to settle for this.”

“Before I kill you, would you like to sign a contract with the devil?”

“A contract… with the devil... for what?”

“How about a contract to completely annihilate Swastika?”

“Hah! You think you can do that? Just you alone?”

“Yes... I can. I am a devil. A devil can do just about anything. Even this is nothing to me.”

“Didn’t you say just a little while ago that a devil isn’t infallible?”

“Just when it comes to being deceived by others. Otherwise, a devil is infallible.” 

“You’re… an awful liar.”

“Really? I think I’m pretty good at it.”

“You are.”

“Well? Would you be interested in selling your soul for this?”

“If you can tell me one more lie I want to hear before I die… I’ll sell my soul for you to destroy Swastika.”

“A lie you want to hear?”

“Yeah.”

“What sort of lie exactly?”

“Can you come a bit closer?”

“So you can stab me?”

“Do I look like I have the strength to do that now? I can barely even lift my hand. Even if I tried to stab you here right now, I’d be so slow you could shoot me long before I could even scratch your cheek.”

“Fine…” if I could really get her soul out of this, I could take such a small risk.

Keeping the gun pointed at her head, I brought my ear over her shoulder beside her lips from behind her while I kept a close eye on her hands and the knife. If she tried anything, I’d immediately shoot.

She whispered her request very quietly as if afraid anyone would hear what it was.

When I heard what lie she wanted to hear, my face immediately grew perplexed.

“That’s… the lie you want to hear from me?”

“Yeah... In my entire life... I’ve never heard those words. I thought… maybe... I wanted to hear them… just once... before I die.”

“Alright. If you’ll sign the contract with that, I don’t mind.”

I leaned back a bit, opened my mouth, and whispered softly into her ear the final lie she wanted to hear in her pitiful life.

What that lie was, would remain a secret that only the two of us knew. A secret between enemies.

I pulled away from her and asked, “Was that good enough for you?”

“Mm.” She nodded weakly and followed up, “That was… fine.”

“Alright, then give me a minute to write up the contract.”

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I pulled out a piece of paper and pen from my pocket. I wrote it out on my thigh. It didn’t look pretty, but it got the job done at least. It took me a while to write it out though as there were a few extra things I was including in this contract.

When I was done I passed it to her over her shoulder and said, “Here, sign it.”

“Sure.”

She only took the paper.

“The pen too.”

“It’s fine. I don’t need it.”

She placed her hand on the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out of the flesh it was embedded in. I took a step back and prepared to shoot. But she simply pricked her finger without hesitation and signed her name in blood with an air of melancholy around her.

It didn’t seem like the pain of being pricked even registered. She was… accustomed to that sensation.

The instant she signed it, as usual, my body reacted, which confirmed the contract between us had been successful. Her soul… was now officially mine.

“There... it’s done.” She hadn’t even bothered to read a single word in it. She didn’t have the energy to. As far as she was concerned, none of it mattered anymore. She was going to die here no matter what.

The knife dropped out of her right hand, devoid of strength. She raised her left hand up over her left shoulder to hand the contract over to me. She didn’t bother to turn back to look at me again. Her frail hand was trembling.

I plucked the bloodied contract out of her hand, folded it up, and stored it away.

“With this… your soul belongs to me. Today… you are officially dead, Malory. All the anger, hatred, and resentment you foster and carry within your heart, with your soul in my possession, I take claim to that as well. I will be sure to deliver all of it to Swastika on your behalf. So… you can die at peace. Without carrying those negative feelings in your heart. All grudges shall be settled. Tonight, Swastika will fall.”

“Mmm.” She nodded.

“Haaaah. Malory, if nature gives you another chance and you reincarnate… should we have the misfortune to cross paths in the future, I can only hope in your next life, it won’t be as enemies.”

“Haha… maybe we could be friends… or something… if I don’t hate men in that life, that is.”

“Sorry, we can’t be friends. I don’t have or want any friends.”

“I see.”

She sniffled and pulled up a runny nose.

“Are you crying?”

“No. I’m nwot… crying.”

“Are you scared of dying?”

“I’m… not.”

“I see.”

Her shoulders started to tremble.

“Any last words?”

“It’s…”

Sniff.

“Scary…”

Sniff. Sniff.

“After all…”

“I don’t… want to die-”

Click.

I pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed cleanly out the barrel directly centered on the back of her head. 

Bang.

The instant it made contact, her body collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut. When her head hit the ground, blood splashed up in the air.

For you to die here simply means it was your fate. 

Yes, it seems this was your fate, Malory. So don’t blame me for this outcome. Be it heaven or hell, wherever you head after this has nothing to do with me. You can only blame nature for this outcome. She is a merciless bitch.

I didn’t bother to look at her. I didn’t say anything either. I simply cleaned off my fingerprints from the phones of the two goons Malory killed off earlier and dropped them on the ground beside her as I headed to the exit. My eyes were glued to the phone in my hand.

I finished up the last thing I had to do. I checked the chats on the deceased leader’s phone. Right now, they were being hunted and requesting instructions from their leader on what to do. I issued out orders to them. Orders that would lead them into the trap that would be their demise.

With their orders given, I sent one last email on Malory’s phone before I wiped it clean of my fingerprints and threw it back over to her side.

When I opened the door I cleaned off the last thing I’d touched. The doorknob. Closing that door behind me, all traces I was ever here were officially gone.

The final phase was in motion.

Operation: Brainjack, Phase 3; The Hunters Become the Hunted.

There was no escape for them now.

It was over.

Our work here was done.

Everything was in their hands now.

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