Chapter 16: Chapter 16- Welcome to the Abyss 3
Wilson's bright smile was very obvious and the commentator did not delay before giving his cooked up meaning for the viewers to gobble up.
"It seems like the young rapist has finally gotten his bearings. Just look at that happy smile! It is obvious he delights in killing other people. He might be young but he is both skilled and experienced. You can easily deduce that from how he snapped that guy's neck with a single punch. He truly deserves to be here alongside the worst criminals in the city..... oh look, he has just sliced that one in half...OH MY GOD! I CAN"T BELIEVE WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!! WILSON IS KILLING THEM OFF LIKE FLIES...AND YOU JUST LOOK AT THE DEMONIC SMILE ON HIS FACE!!! FOR THOSE OF YOU STILL HAVING DOUBTS ABOUT HIM, I HOPE THIS HAS PROVEN JUST HOW DANGEROUS HE IS!!! HE SWINGS THE SWORD, ANOTHER FALLS!"
The commentator's voice kept increasing in pitch as he excitedly commented on the gruesome scene ensuing.
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*Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash* *Slash*
Wilson slashed on and on, dodging and parrying whenever he thought necessary. Prisoner after prisoner fell from his sword as he brandished it like a gladiator. So what if his movements are sloppy? The prisoners are worse off anyway. All the ones he had killed had little to no skills. Some had unusual strength but that was it. Just extra-tough muscles. Did not even qualify as a superpower.
Wilson approached a female prisoner, she was very beautiful and seemed to be protecting another beauty who was currently unconscious. They were both stationary close to the barrier. Wilson had closed the distance between them by about half when he decided to ignore them. The conscious one did not seem to constitute any threat so he left them to their devices and turned at a frightening speed swinging the sword at the old, withered man trying to sneak up on him from behind. The sword cut his head horizontally in two equal halves. His brains splurged out in a bloody mess. Blood spurted out of the severed head painting a radius of one metre red.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!! DAMN! THAT BE NASTY!!" The commentator/announcer shouted with vigor, squinting his eyes at the sight of the bloody mess like the viewers did.
Wilson bent his upper body as he saw a black colored stick with spikes woosh over his head and ended up hitting another prisoner by his left right in the face.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH"
The prisoner that was hit in the face screamed in pain with a pitch so loud it completely contrasted his large, bulky physique. Blood sprayed out of his punctured nose, eyes, lips, cheeks and even ears. Wilson stabbed the stick-wielder deep in the abdomen, twisted the blade and forcefully pulled it out of his guts before beheading him. It did not go as smoothly as he thought it would because he had swung the sword into the head instead. The man that was hit by the spiked stick and it's wielder both hit the ground at the same time.
Wilson quickly scanned his environment and noticed about seventy prisoners left.
'Still so many?' Wilson thought to himself before he threw his sword at the nearest prisoner he could see. The prisoner was a scrawny teenager, clearly older than Wilson by three years. He saw the sword coming but was not agile enough to dodge while running at full speed and so the sword blade ran deeply into his chest, killing him in seconds. Lots and lots of the prisoners ran at the same time, with the intentions of overwhelming him. They had formed a dense half circle for that reason Wilson looked at the sword lying at his feet, it had gotten blunt, no time to waste. He took a dagger in his right hand and reverse-gripped it. He then rushed to the centre of the circle and began throwing punches, slashes and kicks. Grappling a few every now and then so that he could toss them at the other prisoners, thereby buying him some space and time.
*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM**BAM* *SLASH*
Wilson hit the guy by his left with his left fist multiple times before slashing his neck, killing him in an instant. He grabbed the lady by his right and tossed her at a group of people coming behind him.
The fight went on for twenty minutes before he had killed every one of them. He was also very bruised and had deep cuts at a few parts of his body. He was still bleeding profusely and he was already beginning to feel dizzy. His smile did not leave his face as the viewers were awestruck by what they had just seen. Wilson happily looked around and observed that the beauty was not making any moves. He continued looking around and he saw seven adults alive in the prison. He looked at them properly and realized that they were unscathed. They must not have joined in the fray. Patiently waiting for him to tire himself out before they would reap the benefits. The old woman was a part of that group. What's more? They were being friendly with each other like they were acquaintances for a long time.
Wilson knew he was a goner the second he was attacked and as if fate was making fun of him, the group of people moved at the same time, unsheathing their weapons.
Wilson once again heard his mother's voice in his head.
'Bring them down with you!'
And like his mother's words always did, he felt the adrenaline rush through his body, temporarily numbing his body from the pain and he roared in anger as he threw the dagger away and clenched his fists tightly. With anger at life clearly written on his face, he dashed at them, shouting at the top of his voice
"If I die, I'm bringing you all with me!"
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