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You Deserve Better (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"Soon enough, you won't have anything left to give me." A voice snickered, "For what? Some small praise and some good pussy?"
 
"Enough out of you. We wntered another pact, did you forget? You keep the pieces of me small as long as I supply you with others. Tell me where to find them." He hissed.
 
There was soft, half annoyed drone before the voice spoke up again, "On the outskirts of town, far on the other side. They hide themselves in a rather unsuspecting home, the owners hostage to keep hidden. Rather smart for some street gang, if I say so."
 
He cut the connection and hurried off to the house to scout it out. A small home, but it probably had a cellar or something to accommodate the size of the gang. He touched Mule's grip, and he felt a little more relaxed.
 
The house was quiet, the family seeming to go about their lives as normal. These gangers were a lot smarter than your average gang.
 
He made a noise. His luck would hold. As much as they, and he touched his tattoo subconsciously as he thought about the being that cursed him, hated him, they needed him to feed. Bold was the way of the hero, after all. He stood and moved towards the house. Slow, deliberate.
 
A man came out immediately, eyes stressed but he forced a calm expression. "I'm going to have to politely ask you to leave, sir. There's no trespassing on my property."
 
"I'm here for the Pack." He said flatly, not even looking at the man. His eyes were on the windows of the house.
 
"There aren't any of them here. Please leave." He said firmly, fighting his body shakes. He could hear the fear in the man's voice.
 
He pushed past the man. "Come on out, you spineless cowards! Your time is up!" He shouted, keeping a firm grip on Mule.
 
"N-No, please, they'll kill my wife and daughter!" The man pleaded. Two women sat cowering in the family room, the older one hugging the younger one close.
"They've sampled the daughter. How delightful." The voice whispered to Anders, "She is rather pretty. What a fair reward to have her for a night. You're going to want to. You always want to."
 
He made a noise. "Where the hell are they." He said, moving to look around. He didn't like this.
 
"They're in the basement," the woman said, her voice strained with fear, "but there's a lot of them.."
 
He moved to the cellar door on the floor. "You two get out of here. Things are going to get messy." He said, and gave them enough time to leave before drawing Mule.
 
"What the fuck? We told you, old man, stay out of here!" One of the gangers came out to the ladder, stopping when he saw that it was not in fact the house owner. "What the fuck?! Who the fuck are you?!"
 
Anders didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger and sent the man flying back with a hole between his eyes. A haunting whisper echoed the words "multi shot" through the room, and the tattoo on his forearm glowed bright, along with the sigil on Mule's grip. The next man was torn to ribbons as a hellish round exploded into shrapnel in his ribcage.
 
"What the fuck is going on?!"
"Kill that fucker already!!" There were a lot of them, he was surprised they could all fit down here, but they were all shooting at him.
 
Multi shot, the barbed shrapnel rounds that were charged with hellish energy, worked all too well in the cramped space. His blood was up now. His movements were fluid, inhuman. Blood was flying, and another echo sounded as Mule began to glow in a bright orange light. "Godfist". A large projectile fired out from the lower barrel, and detonated in the crowd of men. This was all too easy.
 
There were bodies all over the floor, even human mush in some spots. That would be tough to clean out. Oh well, at least the job was done.
"Behind you, idiot. You missed the boss." The voice hissed in his skull and he narrowly avoided a point blank shot in the head.
"You think you can just come in here with some hell weapon and leave alive? I'll put a goddamn hole in your chest!" He was big and he was ugly, with a rather large pistol in his hand. But Mule would be more than enough for him.
 
Anders slammed into the man and knocked him back, before planting Mule in the man's mouth. "Magnum" the voice whispered, and Anders pulled the trigger, and vaporized the top of the man's head. Mule glowed with a malicious energy. It was hungry for more. It needed more. No, not now. Not. Now. His arm ached, his vision swam as he fought for control of his own body. He climbed the ladder slowly, almost unsteadily. He had been hit once or twice, but again, he wasn't exactly human. Not anymore.
 
"How could we ever thank you?" The man asked. A dark chuckle rattled in his skull.
"Takethedaughtertakethedaughtertakethedaughtertakethedaughtertakethedaughtertakethedaughter." The voice chanted.
 
"Oh.. no need to thank me." He said. His voice sounded strained. He was close to losing his mind. He simply shook the father's hand and left on his way.
 
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