The shot of bullets rang as chaos enveloped everything.
Vladimir cursed under his breath, throwing his rifle quickly to the ground of the SUV, as he pulled his secondary weapon, a Colt 1911, as he found it impractical to use and aim a rifle in a closed space, especially when he considered the damage that could occur to the vehicle if they decided to use it for escape.
Quickly, he ducked his head and leaned towards the small bottom floor of the vehicle as he pulled on Yuuta's arm to protect him.
However, and to his surprise Yuuta, staring ahead at the soldiers that had now surrounded the vehicle with their weapons up, raised his hand before closing it to a fist.
Vladimir wanted to retort and tell Yuuta to stop his foolish actions but held himself as he knew the consequences would be dire, sighing melancholy.
Yuuta on the other hand, was analyzing his opponents, calculating the degree their weapons were faced, finding all escape routes, and potential future moves and variables before he pulled out his case of knives, and took out the Microtech Judhakammonda knife. He, however did not have time to deeply gaze at its mesmerizing beauty as reality forced him otherwise.
"Everyone. Out car. 5...4....3...2..." The man shouted. He held his his right hand as he slowly closed each finger, representing that time was running out.
Yuuta, however, did not waste those precious moments as he quickly brought the edge of the knife by his wide right eye. Vladimir who saw what he was doing, fell into silence for a moment of confusion before he realized what he was planning on doing.
He reached out his arm in haste as he attempted to stealthily pull the knife out of the boy's hand but he was a tad too late.
Splurt!
No hesitation, without waiting for himself to react to the pain of his eye being pierced, the boy started scratching himself with the knife at an inhuman speed as he grazed his cheeks, thighs, and other parts of his body. Vladimir held his breath, as he incredulously and worryingly looked at his bosses actions that made him fall into more and more confusion.
What surprised him even more were the tears that welled in the boys eyes as he cut himself.
The boy hastingly pulled off his jacket as he tore his shirt in multiple spots with scratches here and there, the blood staining the white t-shirt he was wearing, all this in the mere 5 seconds the captain was counting.
He heard the man's shouting coming to an end with one finger up.
CLICK!
"...0, sho—" Before the man was able to give out the order of shooting, Yuuta suddenly opened the cars passenger door slowly as he limped outside with his hands up and him visibly shaking.
In an instant, he shoved open the door, stepping into the bone-chilling wind, his flip-flops crunching against the snow. The soldiers turned their rifles toward him as they prepared for the eminent threat that threatened to finish them off.
The boy limped slowly towards the man named Nikola with his hands raised in air, quivering from the pain and the cold that numbed his senses. He walked slowly as a trail of blood followed him, painting the white snow crimson red, blooming like beautiful red lilies, becoming one with nature.
He stammered like a child that was on the brink of despair, asking for help.
"P-please don't shoot me! I-i was kidnapped by those bad people and they tried to kill me! P-please help me!" He stammered as genuine tears fell from his eyes. His shaking fingers pointed to the SUV that had Vladimir hiding inside.
Upon hearing his boss selling him out, Vladimir's expression changed into one of shock the anger as he gritted his teeth, understanding that Yuuta would do anything to survive, even if it meant betrayal.
He prepared his colt as he said his prayers in whatever god he believed in, readying his magazine.
The giant Arctic bear of a man looked at the boy suspiciously as he slowly lowered his rifle, before talking to his subordinates in Russian and pointing towards the car, in which two of his lackeys slowly approached it. The man took one last look at Yuuta as he turned his back to him, after giving Yuuta a look of pity.
A thin man approached the boy as he pointed his rifle towards Yuuta's head.
"Вините свою удачу за то, что встретили нас сегодня, брат. Да смилуется Бог над тобой." (Blame your luck for meeting us today, brat. May god have mercy on you.)
He spoke, a cold indifference vibrating in his voice, aiming the nuzzle at his head, as he pulled his trigger.
TA-TA-TAK! The man shot three times in succession as he lowered his gun.
The boy, now with a hole in his head, collapsed to the ground…
Or so was supposed to happen.
The boy in the last moment pushed the rifle with his right forearm towards the ground, as the man's jugular vein split open, gushing. The man's eyes widened as he struggled to come in terms that his life was slowly draining away as he collapsed.
"Boss! Let me help you kill them!"
Vladimir naively screamed to Yuuta, which made him facepalm his face at the idiot of a meat head of his subordinate, that had just alerted the enemies. He vowed to beat the daylights out of Vladimir once he got the chance.
With inhuman speed, the boy closed the distance between himself and the nearest man, grabbing the barrel of his rifle and twisting it with brutal force.
CRUNCH!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!"
A sickening crunch followed as the soldier's wrist snapped, his scream barely leaving his throat before Yuuta rammed his knee into his ribs and sticking his fingers into the mans eye sockets.
The man's screams howled along with the wind as he held his bleeding face, scratching it before the boy sinked his teeth into the mans neck, ripping off a good portion of it in the process. The man crumpled to the ground, lifelessly.
Yuuta spat the disgusting piece of meat from between his jaws.
The others who had snapped out of their stupor opened fire, bullets tearing through the cold night, but Yuuta weaved through the chaos like a specter. He grabbed another man by the hair, before he put him in a head lock.
The man who underestimated the power of the child, attempted to peel the child's small hands of his neck, only to be met with the tensing of his muscles with a brutal crunch, with the mans head rotating 180 degrees sideways; the top of his head at the top and his chin upwards.
As bullets rushed towards him, he used the now limp body as a shield as more bullets rang out.
Vladimir, who understood Yuuta's intentions couldn't help but smile, as he aimed his pistol towards a man head.
He however stopped when he felt a chill run up his spine from a certain direction.
Yuuta who was painted red from the blood, stared at him, conveying that the prey were his, and Vladimir had no right to interfere.
Yuuta was a storm of violence. He moved with an eerie grace, pushing the dead mans body as a shield as he tackled two men who were standing besides each other his small frame a blur of motion. With a swift flick of his wrist, his scalpel glinted in the dim light before slicing open a man's throat in one clean movement.
The other soldier turned to run, but Yuuta was on him in a heartbeat. He grabbed the fleeing man's jaw, forcing his head back as he whispered, a smile creeping on his face:
"Sing for me"
Then, with vicious cracks he held the mans lower and upper jaws as he pulled them opposite of each other.
The mans mouth opened to its maximum, and then the tearing of his flesh began as the boy tensed his biceps and triceps, using even more power to completely break the mans jaw in such a horrid method.
CRACK!
The mans jaws broke as his muffled screams eerily through the empty plains. Yuuta gave him no heed as he looked around him until he found a lonely large rock near him.
The boy walked towards the stone, and as the rock was too heavy, slowly pulled it towards the weeping man, as it formed white trails in the deep snow.
The boy looked at the mans face and blinked a few times, before carrying the heavy rock and dropping it on the mans face.
SPRACK!!
Below the rock, skin was impaled, skull was crushed, and brain matter exploded from underneath.
The boy, Yuuta, who was squatting, slowly rose up to his feet as he planted his palms on his thighs.
Even after displaying such a level of brutality, the most horrifying thing about it was not the violence, but his smile that reached from ear to ear that sent a shiver down anyone's spine.
His gaze slowly went to the last survivor who was looking at the situation in a calm matter as he weighed his pros and cons as the fierce battle continued without any signs of it ending any time soon.