Silence enveloped the battlefield.
Nikola who had held his shotgun, threw it to the side of the snow as he took slow deliberate steps towards the boy, clapping, as a smirk made its was across his face, with the crunching effect snow of his footsteps echoing.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
The mans claps dimmed as he approached the boy. The man silently slipped his burly hands into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette box. He opened it, took a cigarette out before offering the boy one who was curiously eyeing him.
"Ты хочешь присоединиться ко мне?" (Care to join me for a smoke?) He offered, the cold breeze slowly pushing the lid of the cigarette box.
The boy closed his eyes for a moment, as he contemplated the mans words. His eerie smile enough to make the devil beg for forgiveness started to disappear, as he gently opened his eyes in the cold weather, inhaling the freezing air.
He skipped over to the man before speaking, as if he had changed personalities, different from his ASD and sadistic personality.
"конечно" (Certainly) he answered with a small smile.
Nikola, who heard Yuuta answer in Russian was shocked for a moment, before chuckling to no one in particular.
He blew a puff of some besides Yuuta as they both stared in the distance, looking beautifully at the endless dark horizon. The man then holstered up his black pistol, which Yuuta eyed curiously. He aimed at the SUV that Vladimir hid behind before shooting the engine and tank with his 15 rounds.
*BANG**BANG**BANG*
He continued to shoot the tank even after his pistol ran out of ammunition.
TIK! TIK! TIK!
Upon hearing his magazine being emptied, he clicked his tongue is disdain as he tossed it a distance away.
BOOM!
The SUV blew up and set in flames as Vladimir narrowly dived from the explostion as bits and shards scratched his face.
Nikola cracked his neck and knuckles as he drew his brass knuckles from his pocket and a butterfly knife as he assumed a stance.
"Well then, lets get started" he smirked as he launched himself towards Yuuta using his full power.
Nikola reverse gripped his knife as ducked towards Yuuta's heart, planning to impale him and stop his carotid system. Yuuta however had different plans, as he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and pushing the mans arms to the ground swiftly, before he tilted his body and formed his hand into a knife form as he attempted to strike the mans cervical artery.
The man expecting this however brased himself as he swiftly blocked the attack using the brass knuckles, before assuming a stance that was between boxing and systema, as he leaped back analyzing yuuta.
Yuuta, however did not leave him a chance as his figure blurred. Nikolas eyes hovered alertly everywhere around him, as he protected his head. He however struck the ground which made it tremble due to his massive size, as a small body narrowly missed being turned into toothpaste.
The young boy's left hand touched the ground and his right was in a claw stance, with his Jagdkommando knife stuck between his gritted teeth, as he twisted his body, his kick landing on the mans liver; a mix of capoeira and taijutsu.
To a normal human being, such a kick was enough to turn one's liver into corned beef in a container, however, because of the mans bulletproof vest and bulging muscles, all this led to was a mere grunt that came out of the man.
The boy however was not satisfied with this, as he once again preformed a hand stand as his legs wrapped around the mans head, before he performed a summertime assault, carrying a man worth of 180 kg, and slamming his head into the solid ice below.
BAM!
The man, even with a concussion and his head was severely wounded, grabbed a hold of the boy who had yet to back handspring back to his position as he gripped the boy's arms tightly, and violently twisted it in an unnatural method, which broke his arm in the process.
The boy, with his arm now broken, retreated slowly, looking at his enemy with his intense eyes, not disturbed by his arm that was loosely dangling by his side, especially with his elbow bone having stabbed right through his skin. Instead, he dislocated his two shoulders completely.
With his unbroken arm, he held the knife in his arm as he threw it. The man who had not expected this action, swiftly dodged the knife as he looked back to the boy's position, bu was surprised with finding the boy had disappeared.
He warily looked around him, before he felt a small hand that was wrapped around his face and was immediately slammed to the ground, as cracks started to form in the ground and started spreading to even as far as the SUV.
The man immediately coughed blood violently mixed with his dry laughter before speaking to his soon-to-become killer.
"Haaaa.....haaaaaah..... I-i hope you die a horrible deat-" Before he was able to continue his sentence however, his face was crushed by the boys foot, who held no morals, nor his 'enemies last words'.
To him, they were simply unnecessary.
Death was decided based on 'natural selection', so last words had no meaning to them.
Words that were merely speculations, wishes, or regrets.
From a nihilistic or existential perspective, death renders all speech meaningless, as the person will no longer be around to witness any consequences of their final statement.
Yuuta reflected upon this as he kneeled and punched the man who was on brink of death.
BAM!
The boy, with his ever stoic face, kept punching the mans face at the same place.
.
.
.
*Punch**Punch*
For around an hour, the boy kept punching the man's face despite the man being lifeless.
Blood and other matter sprayed on the ground, as the boy's bloodied and torn fists kept punching the ground where the mans head once used to be, now no more than matter here and there.
Despite the pain and numbness that slowly creeped in and made its way into his bones because of the cold, the boy, without a ripple of emotion in his eye other than his indifference, kept punching the man's face.
He punched once more before confirming that the man's irritating face was no more.
Slowly, standing up on his wobbly legs that had turned numb due to the cold, he silently observed the result of his actions, wiping his bloody hands on the pure, white snow.
To any bystander, he would look like a monster that came straight out of a horror movie.
Silence.
The checkpoint was silent.
Vladimir exhaled sharply a breath of white mist, his weapon still raised as he slowly approached his boss despite his bleeding forehead that obscured his right eye with red vision.
"Sir, are you ok?" he exclaimed as he looked sideways to confirm no more enemies were present. Yuuta, who had two dislocated arms, scratches all around his body, and an impaled eyed that slowly healed, marking his identity as a partially successful experimental subject.
Yuuta wiped a speck of blood from his cheek using the backside of his hand before nodding slowly, still gazing at Nikola's now-deceased corpse.
"We have a plane to catch." He answered stoically, as if he was taking a walk in a garden and happened to stumble upon such an unfortunate guest.
Although Vladimir was quite worried about his boss's injuries, he sighed in surrender as he walked towards the SUV to start it, only to realize that the SUV had turned into nothing more than a pile of ashes and scrap metal by now, with the flames that were once ablaze and as alive as he was, starting to diminish because of the snow and wind of the snowstorm.
He felt a bad premonition as a chill ran up his spine, slowly turning towards Yuuta who gestured him to approach him.
Vladimir panicked, but was forced to approach, as he slightly trembled from what awaited him. He arrived in front of Yuuta and gulped, observing Yuuta's doll-like face and murky, black pools inside his eyes.
They silently stared at each other for a while, before Yuuta took the initiative and approached him.
Vladimir closed his eyes in fear, expecting to get beaten up due to his incompetence of taking care of the SUV, until he felt a cold yet warm hand slowly caressing his scratched cheek.
."...Don't worry"
He opened his eyes in evident surprise, overcome with emotion, he softly smiled, not expecting his boss to have cared about his well being.
SLAM!
Vladimir fell to the ground holding his stomach as he wheezed in pain, as Yuuta's knee had knocked the air out of his lungs. Under his breath, he cursed his idiocity for actually believing that his boss cared about him as he rolled on the snow.
Now we might ask, what happened exactly.
To start off, Yuuta at first did not speak to Vladimir for a while to create a tension that would later come into play. When Vladimir expected the worse, he was met with something he did not expect; Yuuta had cared for him.
In that moment, the previous tension that Yuuta had created made Vladimir put down his guard, which would multiply the pain he felt if Yuuta decided to beat him in his most unexpected moments.
He applied temporal summation of pain and central sensitization to multiply Vladimir's pain.
The human nervous system isn't made to handle consecutive waves of extreme pain without consequence; when nociceptors, also known as pain receptors are overstimulated, the brain amplifies rather than regulates the signals.
This is known as temporal summation, causes repeated or continuous pain to feel exponentially worse, with each new signal stacks onto the last one before the previous one fades.
But Yuuta's timing made it even worse.
By letting Vladimir's brain falsely believe the worst was over, his nervous system tried to recover, only to be ripped back into agony at the exact moment his body was most vulnerable.
This, combined with central sensitization, a state where the brain itself amplifies pain signals rather than dampening them, meant that the knee strike didn't just feel like a blunt impact, it felt like a catastrophic explosion inside Vladimir's body, which sent his nervous system into total overload.
(A/N: Tell me in the future if you would like more psychological explanations or not :3)
In our case here, Yuuta grabbed Vladimirs hair before he kneed him in stomach, resulting in the latters state of devastation.
Vladimir spat saliva mixed with bits of blood and coughed violently.
"How tiresome." Yuuta spoke with a sigh, looking far ahead at the distance they would have to walk before they were able to get a cab to the airport.
Originally, the state of the weapons, equipment, vehicles, machinery, and tents were excellent, which made Yuuta excitedly speculate about the prices he would sell them for after getting exterminate the 'rats' that held such expensive material, as he quickly calculated the interest rates, taxes he evaded, tariffs, and other fees he would pay and get.
However, his plan went in flames as Vladimir wasn't even able to protect the SUV!
This simply pissed off Yuuta as he thought for a moment about trying to drive one of the vehicles to the airport, but it was futile.
Every few hours, contact would be initiated inside the vehicle via a radio to confirm the state of the platoon. Morse code would be sent, and by decrypting it and resending it with one tone being modified, verification would be correctly processed.
If after a few hours there was no response, a certain code would be said three times. If no response comes back, the tracker on the vehicle would be activated in case anyone considered stealing them, and the unfortunate drivers would be immediately targeted by the 'merciful' missiles of a f-25 or a military helicopter, which would technically give anyone a free pass to the underworld.
With this in mind, Yuuta had hoped to at least sell the weapons and equipment, but because of Vladimir's idiocity, his plan was crushed by the weight of a fools mind.
He stared at the snowy distance, before he grabbed the bloody Jagdkommando knife he had thrown earlier to the ground and took his two suitcases that Vladimir had successfully saved before the utter explosion.
"A way…. a way.." He pondered with his index and thumb rubbing his small chin.
He contemplated leaving Vladimir behind who had passed out from the pain who was twitching here and there, before a quite peculiar and interesting plan came up his mind.
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Lol, you can look forward for the next chapter :3