章節 37: The Return (Part 2)
After defeating the Leech pirates using all the physical, intellectual and material abilities available to the little heroes of Narhad Island, they went towards the pier of the pirates base and gave the signal so that the Scum whom they had [poisoned] to return the two ships to the dock, where the captive women had been taken,
As far as possible from the reach of the rest of the Leech Pirates! A necessary precaution in case Fred's plans had failed...
After explaining his victory to the frightened women and giving emergency treatments to those who were in serious condition, Fred woke up the rest of the filler pirates who were still alive and offered them the same treatment and threat as the rest of the Scum under his control
And thanks to his [poison] and the fear he had instilled in their minds and bodies, Fred ordered them to cooperate with the evacuation of all people and valuables from the pirates base to Narhad, where Fred had been treating the injured people and acting as mayor in Marlon's absence
"And this is all that has happened Lieutenant Lex
Next, the girls will tell you where they came from so you can help them get back to their homes when you get here." Fred said, explaining his somewhat adulterated story while the midday sun was reflected in his eyes adorned with dense and prominent dark circles
A long story that Fred recited in front of a Den Den Mushi with a face full of shock and disbelief, reflecting the thoughts and emotions of the Marine officer on the other end, who asked "This...
You're kidding, right?
You want me to believe that two ten-year-old kids have defea…"
"And a cat, may he rest in peace..." Fred interrupted, correcting the Lieutenant Lex
"... That two ten-year-old kids and a cat wiped out the Leech Pirates in one night?
The same Leech pirates who have terrorized the West Blue seas for two years and who have been able to kill several marine officers and their crews?" Said Lieutenant Lex, unable to believe what his ears were hearing. Even with the elaborate and more or less plausible explanation that Fred had given them, it still seemed impossible to him that two infants and a house cat would have succeeded where the Marine had failed countless times
"I am not in the mood for jokes nor do I have the strength to repeat this story once more
It's been a very long night, I haven't slept yet and I doubt I'll get to it with all the work I still have to do today...
See you in a few days, I hope with everything you have promised to bring" Fred answered with a dry and authoritative voice that conveyed his fatigue, anger and little motivation to continue wasting time convincing someone that something happened, especially when they would see the evidence in a few days
And without waiting for the Lieutenant's response, he handed the Den Den Mushi to one of the girls who had been kidnapped earlier and left his house.
"...
Okay... okay... see you in a few days...
Try to rest Fred" Replied Lieutenant Lex, who didn't insist on the subject, soon it was time to go to eat and he wanted to finish the paperwork as soon as possible
And he wasn't mistaken, there was a long line in one of the rooms and everyone wanted to explain their situation in order to return to their home, or what was left of it as soon as possible.
"Hi, I'm Camila Garcia, from Koboyashu Island, two weeks ago..."
While that was happening, the seriously injured who survived were already stabilized and sedated in the hospital, the children and other people with the ability to move were helping in any way they could in the village and Fred...
"One less thing on my list...
A very long list…"
Fred with a large sack on his back that produced a metallic sound with every step he took was walking towards the outskirts of the village, where Stephen, seated in a wheelchair made by himself, supervised the work of the Scum
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Since they woke up Fred used his Pact Magic on the Leech filler pirates and ordered them to do many tasks since they left the secret pirate base
From taking the wounded on stretchers to the hospital, ransacking their old base of operations and transporting everything to the island making several trips by themselves, depositing the merchandise in the indicated places, repairing what they had destroyed during their attack and also taking the dead people to the cemetery to bury them
And now, on the outskirts of the village, following Fred's instructions and under the supervision of Stephen… the Scum were digging a large hole in which much of the unrecyclable waste generated after their attack on the island would be deposited.
"Stephen, how's it going around here?" Asked Fred, who had just arrived, as he laid down next to Stephen the big, heavy sack he had carried
"Good...
They have already buried our dead properly...
Now they're finishing the last task, I think they're almost there..." Stephen replied as he gestured for Fred to sit next to him in the hammock that he had prepared for him and... glanced out of the corner of his eye at the sack that Fred had placed next to him
Fred, while waiting for the Scum to finish their work, took out an anatomy book from his inside pocket, which he read carefully, almost without blinking. His body asked him to close his eyelids and go to sleep instead of reading, but his brain prevented him from doing that, not when he still had so much to do.
Every second was valuable and he couldn't waste it sleeping now!
Therefore, Fred kept reading until finally the foreman of the Scum announced that they had finished their umpteenth task.
"This… Boss…
We have already done everything you ordered...
When… will you at least let us rest for a bit?" Asked Scum 9, the current representative of the Scum, with extreme exhaustion while begging to be allowed to rest after working for more than ten hours straight without resting, drinking or eating
By now he had given up begging to be set free, everyone knew that Fred wouldn't let them go so easily. Scum 9 knew that he and all his companions would be slaves for life in the village or handed over to the Marine when they came to the island to put them in prison, without a doubt the most celebrated scenario for the Slags, they all wanted to escape from the clutches of that little monster
"There is still something to do...
Stand facing the hole, look down, and don't move an inch from that position for another hour.
I want you to admire your own work and reflect about your cancerous life while I finish the book" Fred answered with a monotone voice and without making any eye contact with Scum 9, he was too focused reading his book
"Finally..." The Scum sighed, relieved and even happy to hear that they would finally have some rest after so many uninterrupted hours of hard labour, even if they had to stand in a fairly uncomfortable position.
Following the last instructions, the remaining 14 Scum turned their backs to Fred and Stephen to peer into the bottom of the hole they had just dug. Everyone enjoyed this moment, a moment when they could finally stand still for more than three seconds.
A moment that many used to sleep, even if they had to sleep standing up and with their eyes open, something they didn't think they knew how to do until now… while others really began to reflect about their lives, asking themselves what they had done wrong to be in this situation
BANG!
Until the sound of a gunshot, blood splattering, and the sight of Scum 1's body falling into the hole with a hole in its skull snapped everyone out of the brief but pleasant moment of rest and self-reflection they had longed for.
And immediately afterwards the most extreme fear seized the body of all the scum after realizing what had just happened and what could continue to happen next.
So Scum 9 on behalf of the other Scum, shouted outraged "BO... BOSS!
This is not what you promised us!
You said that..."
BANG!
But he didn't have time to finish his sentence before being interrupted by Stephen, who from his wheelchair, with a somber expression and trying to hold back his vomit after killing for the first time in his life, was shooting one Scum after another in the head with the pistol and bullets Fred had just brought him.
"I just said I wouldn't hurt or kill you...
I never said that I would protect your physical integrity or your lives in case someone tried to kill you or anything like that" Fred replied without taking his eyes off his book, explaining the technicalities of their oral contract while the Scums fell one after the other like pigs in a slaughterhouse.
BANG!
"BUT YOU ORDERED HIM TO DO IT!
AND YOU GAVE HIM THOSE WEAPONS!
AND YOU'RE FORBIDDING US TO DEFEND OURSELVES!
IT'S THE SAME AS IF YOU WERE KILLING US!" Shouted Scum 5 as he watched his teammates fall, giving some pretty coherent arguments that showed that Fred had broken their agreement and that therefore the Pact Magic should stop him from killing them, even if that was something he didn't know.
BANG!
"MECK!
Mistake...
I have never ordered my friend to kill you, I just suggested something similar to him as a hypothetical scenario before we even made this pact
It's just that by chance, just at the moment when I ordered you to admire your own work for an uninterrupted hour that Stephen, of his own free will, thought it was the right time to carry out that old idea.
Bad luck, but...
This will teach you to better review and negotiate the terms of the contract next time." Fred responded in a mocking, sarcastic and indifferent way as he turned the pages of his book, turning a deaf ear to the following shouts, pleas and insults
He was only paying attention to his book, to the sound of gunshots and bodies falling on top of each other.
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
BANG!
Plaf!
And after finishing depositing all the irrecyclable waste in the hole, Fred, the only one of the two with sufficient driving capacity, buried said waste in hope that it would at least serve to fertilize the plants.
Meanwhile, Stephen, trembling like an autumn leaf, vomited far from that hole, affected by the massacre that he had just carried out.
"Do you know why it was necessary to do this?" Fred asked his friend while he continued to cover the hole with his shovel once he stopped vomiting
A question that Stephen answered with some apprehension after rinsing his mouth with the bottle of water that Fred brought him anticipating that this could happen "Aside from revenge?"
"Yes, apart from revenge" Fred answered, acknowledging without any modesty, shame or apprehension that revenge, something that at first should be perceived as something bad for a child, had been a main motivation behind that massacre.
A firm statement devoid of any kind of remorse that Stephen expected from Fred… in fact that's something even rational… however, he still had a hard time internalizing that this had been 100% correct due to his own nature and the education he had received up to that moment.
Even so, Stephen rationally answered his questions based on what he had been able to deduce, leaving aside the moral judgments that were plaguing his mind right now "They were done being useful, so now they were just more mouths to feed, no one in the village wants them around for more than obvious reasons and … although your strange magic can make them keep quiet about your strange powers to the Marines, since you still don't know how effective this magic is with people...
It's better not to take risks until you know more, otherwise you might put yourself in danger..."
"Excellent deduction, but...
Is there something else?" Fred asked once more in a Socratic manner, trying to make Stephen understand those harsh conclusions on his own.
Stephen had seen firsthand what happened in this world to the weak, especially when they made the wrong decisions... and while Fred was confident that his friend had learned something of this on his own… he tried to make sure that was the case, he couldn't allow him to continue thinking as before
"...
That I should know what it means to take a life... and thus never hesitate to kill again when necessary?" Stephen answered, looking ruefully at his trembling hand that until recently had been holding a pistol, the same hand that had killed fourteen people in a state of total defencelessness… but that a few hours ago hesitated to take the life of an enemy who threatened their lives
This wasn't a completely abnormal situation for someone for the first time…
The normal thing was to show rejection and indecision at the moment of killing… and fear, disgust, guilt or regret after seeing the corpse of the person you had just killed with your own hands... especially if said murderer is a small child with a solid and virtuous morality and a reduced and almost idyllic conception of the world
It doesn't matter if the one to kill was a hated enemy, the shock of taking a human life for the first time was a too great, both at the moment of intending to kill and after killing.
"And something else?" Fred asked as he finished covering the hole and collected the tools that he and the scum had used
And Stephen, collaborating as he could to collect everything, responded once again with some discomfort in his stomach "That I have to internalize that scum like them don't deserve any compassion?
As if they were the animals we hunt every week"
Stephen was affected by taking human life's... but that didn't apply to Fred...
Not only is he not a child... he's an adult who knew what kind of world he lived in and that to date had killed with his bare hands hundreds of animals with whom he could talk, either to feed himself, earn money or improve his medical skills...
That was one of the reasons why he didn't hesitate or flinch when he slaughtered a dozen enemies.
The fact that Fred actually considered those pirates inferior even to cancer cells went a long way in helping him throw his first knife, removing any indecision that might have existed before it was formed.
And when it came to killing, he didn't have any kind of remorse
Even the most disgusting rat he killed in his experiments caused him infinitely more grief than all the pirates he had killed and seen die in less than 24 hours.
Killing them was almost a moral obligation for him, as he once did when he collaborated in the extermination of a plague that was about to infest the crops of the Gonzalez, Brush, Smith and Hamilton family
"A 10 out of 10...
Then you will understand what I am going to do next and why...
Right?" Fred said as he loaded all the equipment on his back and carried Stephen home. Asking Stephen a question he had been preparing him for all this time.
And from that question, only one answer could come out of Stephen's lips, although they hesitated by doing what they should "Yes...
I get it…"
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