Published at 20th of October 2026 9:31 am

Chapter 58 Slaughterhouse (I+13)

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Isaiah POV:

The group of Cowls tries to rapidly blink away the spots my flash-bangs caused. Snare and Reverso The Clown are the only ones not lying on their asses. The two of them are leaning against the conveyor belt to steady themselves. This is going to be too easy. The rest of these fuck ups don't pose much of a challenge.

What the fuck was that? Reverso asked angrily.

Whos there? Come out, you shit-for-brains cowardly asshole, Rotshout screamed.

Relax, Snare warned. We dont know who were dealing with.

She helps up Rotshot, and Reverso pulls the other two off the floor. Animal King puts two fingers to his lips and whistles, but nothing happens. Then I hear the barking coming from the other side of the exit door. Scratching sounds and thumping are emanating from whatever is behind it. HiJack pulls out three metallic green and black patches with tiny transmitters on the top of them. He puts a patch on the front of each palm and then sprints over to slam the final one on a big gray cube attached to the conveyor belt. Green pulsing lines spread out from the patch until the entire cube is covered. The lights flicker and then turn on. There goes my hiding spot. I poke my head out of the cloud.

ABOVE! HiJack called out.

Its Smolder. You're the one who killed Null and EchoChamber, Snare accused.

Got it in one. Smart and sexy; it really sucks you need to die, I said regretfully.

YOU BLEW MY LEG OFF! Reverso yelled. You have no idea what it cost me to get it reattached.

Ohhh. Is da widdle baby Cowl upsetti spaghetti dat he got a boo boo? Cry me a river, Pagliacci, I mocked.

Where have you been hiding? You talked such a big game and then went underground. You too scared to follow through, you little bitch? Rotshot taunted.

Christ, you talk just like someone I know, I joked. No, I've been busy with other things, so I had to put off murdering you all.

You're good, but you're not seven on one good, Reverso said.

I don't know where Thirteen is hiding, but this would be a perfect time for him to show himself. He could say something like But its not seven on one. He doesn't, though, so I'm on my own for now. Before I can let out a charming retort, the temperature of the warehouse starts to plummet. I look over to where the unconscious Revenant should be and see his body is encased in ice. Well, thats not good. I transform into a tornado, spiraling down to land on the floor. Striking a side chest pose, my shirt strains against my incredible biceps and toned pectorals. God, I look good. It's a shame my visage is wasted on the ugly and unfashionable.

Flexing? You are incredibly cocky, arent you? Snare asked.

Why, yes, I do have an incredible cock, but youll never find out. I told you last time what would happen when we crossed paths again. Time for you to drop dead, Gorgeous, I said regretfully.

You arent my type; I dont fuck black guys, Snare said.

Gods if this were the first time I'd heard that before I smashed a baddie. Of course the edgy goth chick is a racist bitch. It may be bad taste, but Id probably still hit. Snare flicks her left hand at me, and strings emerge from her fingertips. The razor-sharp metal passes through me harmlessly. Ive gotten so much better at that since I first received Nobodys gifts. Then she flicks her right hand, the metal strings embedding themselves in the wall behind her. What is she doing? Robotic arms designed to carve up animal corpses come to life all around the plants floor, interrupting my contemplation. I duck and weave under gigantic saws created to slice through bone easily. I could let them pass through me, but Im having fun. I could do this all night.

For fucks sake, you two cant hit shit, Rotshot exclaimed before firing an arrow at me.

I dont risk messing up dodging it, so I just open a hole in my chest for the arrow to fly through. She swears as the projectile clangs off the wall. Reverso has finally decided to come at me, jumping onto the conveyor belt, which speeds up so he can get at me faster. Dont need my guns yet; Im not in any danger, and I want to test myself. Prove that Ive got this. The clown slipped on a pair of brass knuckles that have sharpened points on them.

Im going to break that fucking jaw of yours, Reverso threatened.

His fist collides with my chest, and he grunts in pain from the feedback of striking rock-hard abs. Gotta do better than that, Bozo. Youre battling Adonis, not a balloon animal. My right leg whips out, aimed right for his ribs. He redirects it down, striking against his raised leg. Its smart of him to attempt to stop me from snapping his ribs and spine, but hes sent tumbling back. He skates across the meat packing plant like a skipping stone on a lake, eventually slamming into the wall. Clown down, I repeat, the clown is down.

I spot Animal King out of the corner of my eye ripping open the door. Well fuck. A giant dog, fur black as night, comes bounding through the opening. Its a Cane Corso, and Animal King places his hand on the hounds side. I watch in equal parts anticipation and horror as the dog is transformed. The beast shakes violently, foamy spit pouring out of its maw as its eyes turn bright red. The front right leg bulges, ballooning before it bursts, spraying blood everywhere. Theres no fur on the leg, only bare muscles and cartilage, but four times the size as previously. It repeats three more times, once on each leg, and the dog howls in pain. Fangs grow unevenly and multiply, splitting open the mouth and leaving holes in it. Its skin splits and tears as it grows as big as a truck.

Fetch, Spike! Animal King ordered.

Revenant emerges from his ice cocoon as the monster bounds across the abandoned building in seconds. It feels like Ive taken drugs; Im so energized and excited. Its mouth opens, revealing a maw with a larger collection of teeth than the Tooth Fairy. I meet it head-on, putting a hand on the top and bottom jaw. The beast is bigger than me, and I feel myself sliding backward from the force it is exerting. I cant just overpower this beast; it is easily as strong as me, if not stronger. HELL YEAH! Roaring, it lifts me off the ground and tosses me up, hoping to chomp down on me. I hate to disappoint mans best friend, but I smoke tunnel away toward the ghostly set of armor that is Revenant. Summoning both of my guns, I level both at him and fire. The high-caliber rounds slam into him, denting the armor and knocking him through a wall. Before I can follow up on him, I have to avoid more machines and arrows.

Thirteen! Consider this the signal. Keep em off me, I yelled out.

That fuck better not have left me. It isnt like Im struggling; Papa doesnt struggle. But this group has a collection of abilities that are so damn irritating to navigate around. A strand of metal string wraps around my left thigh until I let it pass through me. Snare cant hurt me, but she is being an annoying bitch. I hear a deep belly laugh and then glass shattering as Subject Thirteen blasts out of the offices above, sending glass raining down on everyone. Snare falls backward off the line shes standing on, catching herself with her pinky finger to swing out of the splash zone.

THE BUTCHER IS HERE, AND THERE WILL BE SLAUGHTER!

Who the fuck is this guy? Someone asked.

With their attention focused on him, I fly over to where Revenant landed, getting ready to blast him again. Unfortunately for me, hes back on his feet, and his cloak is billowing behind him. He swings that giant ax of his, and I block it with one of my guns barrels; ice creeps across the gun, and I cant transform it back into smoke. Thats never happened before. I dodge backward from the next spin, shooting with my still-working gun. He pivots to a one-hande grip on the handle and spins it to block the shots. Damn, that was cool. Revenant is a near-perfect counter to everything I can do. I cant smoke him out because hes just a hollow suit of armor. I cant touch him without getting frostbite or bleeding myself on the medieval porcupine. He runs at me, slashing through my waist. I cant check on Thirteen, but I have to assume hes got it under control over there.

Thirteen POV:

This is a perfect place for The Butcher to let loose. A slaughterhouse where mindless cattle were murdered. It does suck that Im not supposed to kill any of them. Smolder doesnt scare me, and neither does the Doctor, but killing any of these Cowls will likely lead to me being ejected from the program. And I dont want that; Im having too much fun. The female archer is a terrible shot. She lacks the patience of a true hunter. Like me.

The creature that used to be a male dog makes my blood race. THAT IS A WORTHY HUNT. He charges me, and I jump onto its back. I envision my right-hand blade, and heat spreads from inside my heart to my right limb. Delicious pain blossoms like spring flowers as liquid metal pierces out of my hand and covers it. The chrome liquid solidifies, leaving me with a nanoscopic cutting edge on it. The hell hound shakes violently, trying to buck me off him, but I jab my hand into his back. The fur, skin, muscles, and bones offer no resistance to my stab, and blood squirts into my face. I lick my lips, savoring the metallic, gamey flavor. I wonder what this would taste like if I grilled it?

The beast howls beneath me, and I swing my blade through the back of its neck, slicing right through the spine and nerves. The body stops, crashing to the floor as the head falls to the side, held on by strips of flesh. The archer is aiming a shot at Smolder, and Im confident that Im not supposed to let him die. Technically, Artificer just said these seven need to survive, but the kids got spunk. Before I can stop her, a robotic claw tries to snap me up, so I slice it off and toss it at another one aiming for my head. The male in the light-up mask is controlling these, so Ill take him out next. Crouching low, I jump up with full force and grab one of the meat hooks. I swing myself across the room, yanking the chain and meat hook out of the ceiling as I dive at the Cowl.

Youre fast, he remarked.

And youre not.

I dash at him, swinging the chain. He swipes right and a saw blade slices across my entire back. Warmth and wetness spread across my back, and I smile at my prey. The chain snaps forward, and the hook crashes through his right leg. The limb bursts, and he screams a wonderful cry. I can feel my back itch as the nanomachines work to seal the cut I have. The heat is building within my core, and I need to expel it soon. Seeing the bleeding limb he has, I get a wonderful idea. Hes so focused on the severed limb he doesnt notice me until Im standing above him. Nanomachines pour out of my left palm, coating it and leaving tiny microscopic holes. I hold it against his stump and trigger the heat expulsion. In a flash, his wound is cauterized, and my internal temperature is lowered.

FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK, he screamed out.

Thats nothing, I said before stomping on both hands, crushing the appendages and the Tinkertech on them.

The lights dont go out, but all the robotic arms go dormant again. Two down. Smolder is fighting the haunted armor and doesnt have an arrow in his back, so hes doing well. Who is next? A cacophony of chittering squeaks interrupts my planning as dozens of rats start running toward the one who mutated the dog. There isnt any nonlethal way to stop him, so hes able to touch each one of the rodents. Oh, no. All of them let out a deep, guttural squeak as theyre forcibly changed into mutant vermin the size the dog originally was. A wave of brown descends on me, the rats clawing their way over everything and snarling.

Two of them jump at me, and I bisect one and grab the other out of the air, crushing its head. MORE! I kick one of them, pulverizing it with my boot. They swarm around me, climbing up my legs and trying to tunnel into my back. My left hand rips them from my back to throw against the ground, and my right hand cleaves through rat bodies like a chainsaw through a tree. Yes! THIS IS WHAT I WANT! THE BUTCHER DEMANDS CARNAGE! One of the rats jams its snout into my open mouth, and I bite down. It squeals like a little piggy as I shake my head. Its claws scratch at my face, or the skin part of it, but I dont let go. I grab one by the tail and swing it into its brethren, smashing rats into pieces until my rodent weapon falls apart. A stomp pulps them, exploding their bodies all over my boots. My hand blade swings out, reaping four more rat lives. Dissolving the blade, I get feeling in my right hand back and grab the last one off the ground and squeeze it till the eyes bleed, and it pops in my hand.

My clothes are soaked, drenched in blood. My erection strains in my pants, the crotch tightening. What could be better than this? I slick my wet hair back and take a taste of the rat guts on my fingers. I cant get sick anymore, so why not experiment and find new delicacies. My tongue rolls over something stuck in my teeth, but Im able to dislodge the bone shard. Where was I? I start to head toward the Archer when I feel myself get tangled in a trap. Im so focused on the carnage that I didnt see the elegant setup done by Snare. She jumps down in front of me, pulling her arms apart, and the wires wrapped around my limbs and neck tighten, lifting me off the floor.

No more rampaging, Thirteen, she said. Thats what he called you, right?

I dont answer, and the threads tighten further. They slice through the clothes, biting into my skin. Blood drips out of me, traveling along the strings before dripping to the floor. She starts waving her fingers and the strings move back and forth, carving even deeper into my skin. Shes directly attached to the trap holding me.

Youve caught me in your web, I replied.

Every move you make, any attempt to struggle, will only dig the threads deeper, she replied.

I thrash suddenly, startling her. I yank my left arm down as hard as I can, and she gets lifted off her feet. Thats when I make my move. I wrap as many strings as I can around my left arm and pull down again. Her eyes widen as she is shunted six feet into the air and my left arm is sliced into chunks. Blood spurts out of the wound, but I know that the bleeding will clot quickly. My right fist impacts her head as she falls in front of me, sending her flying into a pile of rat corpses. I didnt use enough force to kill her, but shes probably brain dead. Looking at her barely clothed body, lying in a mound of gore and viscera, is bringing back so many wonderful memories. An explosion from where Smolder is fighting jolts me back to the present.

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