MTL NOVEL Chapter 24: ANNOYING DAY!
ANNOYING DAY!
Chapter 24: JUSTS 1.99!
Vira: I poked that guy's kidney and smashed his balls—how the heck is he still moving?
Author: Fiction, man. Fiction. Anything I want to happen will happen.
Vira: Then make me over powered as fuk.
Author: Sure, just wait a few dozen decades after you die. I'll make your soul OP.
Seeing the man who had scared him before come out making a loud noise, Vira jolted toward him, pulling a knife from his pocket and stabbing it in.
Now, alongside the hole that had seemingly been taken care of, there was another on the other side of his stomach to keep it company.
Stephan had barely been awake before and had hoped to buy his way out of this place using information. But who let him encounter a deaf kid who was more impatient than a dog?
Seriously, coming out to scream was probably the worst decision he could have made. Even if he had just gestured instead of shouting, he would have been in a much better state.
Screams had a bad effect on Vira. Although deaf, he could still feel vibrations and sounds—just not clearly. Small voices were fine; he could understand a bit, and even if he couldn't, at least they didn't feel like a hammer slamming against his brain.
Screams—or rather, any sort of loud noise—felt like nails scratching against glass to him.
If it were his animals or the people he kept, he might have tried to control himself. After all, he would be the one paying for their medical bills and supplements. The major reason, though, was that they were his. But I believe the point gets across.
Just like when dealing with his instructor in the morning or the annoying cries of soldiers, he tried to remain calm. Irritable, sure, but still relatively composed.
Now, a fucking piece of shit he had picked up from the road—one that still smelled like shit and had once scared him—was inside his crib, fucking screaming at a time when he was already pissed off about not finding a doctor.
Well, it's good he only wanted his kidney and not his head.
"By the way, why was this prick in here?" Vira asked, pulling the bloody knife out of Stephan's abdomen.
"You asked us to drag the guy in. I thought you needed him for the ammo or something, so I let Granny Isabel treat him a bit," Peter replied, his mouth twitching as he watched blood gush out like a fountain after Vira removed the knife.
"Huh? What? Don't those guys we sell stuff to have ammo?" Vira asked, puzzled, while wiping the blood off the knife.
"I think so, but I don't know much about guns and stuff. The ammo for the gun you want might be rare. Do you want me to let the man be treated, or else he's gonna bleed to death?" Peter said as Stephan stopped even twitching.
"No, I don't care what gun I use as long as it works. So this guy is useless," Vira said, pointing at the man, who was now pale and collapsed on the cold floor as if dead.
"Hmm… Ohh! Viper said this guy knows where a psychologist is?" Vira asked again as Viper—who was finally free from repeating what Peter had said—whispered what the prick had mentioned before getting a hole poked in him.
Peter was a bit puzzled by the question, thinking Vira had stabbed the guy because he didn't care. But then, remembering his family boss was deaf, he was startled and quickly said, "Yes! Yes, he said that!"
Turning to one of the kids watching the scene, he barked, "Johnny, go get Granny Isabel!" Then, he rushed to the man and pressed against his bleeding stomach, trying to slow the blood draining onto the floor—but to no avail.
Fortunately for Stephan, Isabel—though old—still had good limbs and arrived within minutes. Taking out a first aid kit, she quickly patched him up.
After tending to Stephan's injury—at least the one on the outside—Isabel stood up, looked at Vira, and said, "I think you poked both his kidneys out."
Vira remained indifferent as he slipped the now-clean knife back into its sheath and into his pocket. "So?" he replied.
Isabel was a bit angry—not because Vira didn't care about someone's life, but because of something else. "At least think about who you stab. This kid was in Jeffrey's gang. What if they attack us for revenge?"
And who could blame the old lady for her anger? Vira might, but I couldn't. She had blended into the group in the blink of an eye—an old nurse cast out by her own son right after she retired, labeled "useless" and discarded. But now, she felt like she had a family. The kids listened to her, cared for her, and in return, she had grown attached to them. This was her home now.
Vira, however, remained unfazed. Mainly because, even when angry, the old lady never really screamed. He thought for a moment before answering, "I'll just kill them if they come looking for trouble. It's not that hard."
A strange thing happened then—Isabel seemed convinced. She simply dropped the topic and moved on. "I heard this kid knows a psychologist. What are you going to do about that? James and the others were pretty anxious when they couldn't find one."
Generally, Vira didn't like being questioned, but the old lady had blended into the group so well that she was practically one of them. And unlike the others, she seemed more concerned about him specifically—not that he particularly appreciated it. Her version of "care" was just an annoyance, like insisting he eat what she and the others cooked instead of stealing from vendors or nagging him to drink milk.
She just didn't understand how great stolen food tasted. And why would he drink milk? He was already three years old. He could chew just fine and drink real stuff.
Either way, because of the high status she held within the group—and the fact that Vira knew she was kind to him—he, though slightly annoyed, still gave an answer. "Just kidnap one. Peter said he knows where they are."
Hearing this, old Isabel seemed a bit off again, and in fact, so did the entire gang—whether it was Peter, the other teens, or the kids watching from the second-floor balcony. Everyone seemed convinced by Vira's words, and just like that, they dropped their concerns about the matter.
However, even though the immediate trouble was gone, Isabel didn't let go of Vira. She managed to get close and said, "Well, even if you can kidnap one, it wouldn't hurt to have another option." Turning her head toward Peter, she added, "Take this kid to the doctor. He's really going to die if he's unlucky enough to have both his kidneys poked."
As she said this, she was within arm's reach of Vira. Vira, not perceiving her as a threat, wasn't alerted by the birds monitoring his surroundings, nor by Viper, who was chilling on his neck as usual.
So when Isabel grabbed Vira and said, "It's noon already. Catherine and the others should be preparing lunch soon. Come eat with us,"
Vira was taken off guard and actaully got caught.
Unfortunately for Isabel, Vira was as slippery as an eel and as fast as—well, he was really good at running. With one swift motion, he slipped free from her tight grip and dashed off into the distance.
And along with him, His army of animals chased after him
THE END
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