Free Mutilator from the Grave by P M Thomas Page B

dank, hollow voids of the mask's eye holes. Looking death right in the face, Evengi was going to send him packing on a one way ticket to his desolate oblivion.
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Victor could not let his road end with the same bitter defeat, he had failed his beloved Indria once before, he had no right to fail her again.
    He was not weak, he was stronger than ever. He was not a mortal held back by his own flesh, he was a being that had transcended his own body, powered by his soul alone. The mutilator had defied the laws of nature for an important reason, he had come to this point, he would go further and accomplish his purpose.
    The hammer was cocked, the bullet hovered in the barrel, anticipating the pull to send it firing out in a violent blast. Evengi would savour the sweet euphoria of decorating the wall of his office in his greatest adversary's brain matter.
    He would have done, had he not underestimated the resilience behind the steel mask. He was not dealing with any ordinary man. As he found out.
    The mutilator grasped Evengi's arm, the coldness of his gloved hands froze the crime boss' warm blood to ice. He rose from the desk and in one forceful push, broke every bone in Evengi's appendage, leaving his shooting arm useless.
    The hulking thug went to counter the mutilator's attack on his boss, planned to take him down with his usual ease.
    Victor was two steps ahead of the bulking mass of muscle. As the hulk went to grab his more sleeker masked opponent and crush every bone in his body, the mutilator used his advantage of speed over brawn to evade and avoid his towering enemy's slower, clunkier blows. The bringer of death had the upperhand, the fight was turning one-sided in his favour. Each missed punch sent the agile assassin closer to the window of the office, overlooking the club below. Backing right into it, the bulking gangster assumed it was a benefit for him. He would send him hurdling out the broken glass.
    Victor predicted his brawny rival would think like that. He deliberately put himself at a disadvantage to present himself a clear advantage.
    The gargantuan brute swung for his steel faced symbol of man's inevitable end, a conclusion which was coming for him. Victor dodged the clumsy strike and with his opponent's defences wide open, he sliced the machete at his neck.
    The towering thug tumbled through the window with his head separating from his body. The decapitated remains fell onto the disco floor. That was the muscle taken care of, he too had faced the mutilator's justice.
     
    Victor had only one final soul to judge and execute, the mastermind responsible for causing the catastrophe. In a way, Evengi had brought it on himself, had he not pulled the trigger that night, his creation would not have come back to get even on his creator. The crime boss did not understand what he was saying, his memory of the masked assassin's story was vague. He had killed many men and women, he had no idea what made this one so important.
    The steel face burned with anger, his dry voice hissed with a scowling, venomous bile that was infecting his soul. He killed two young lovers, tore them apart, left them to rot. Now one of those wronged by his cruel malice was standing before him, prepared to make him pay the ultimate price for his heinous misdeeds.
    Evengi found it preposterous, the dead could not rise from the graves, it was not some cheesy zombie movie, the masked man was full of shit. Victor would prove it to him. He removed the steel mask hiding his true face.
    The crime lord's mouth dropped, emitting a silent gasp, it was unbelievable what he saw staring back at him, the decomposed face of a man long dead and buried with cold, dead eyes filled with a deep burning hatred for the man who stole everything he cherished from him. He never would have believed the dead could walk unless he had perceived it with his own two aghast eyes.
    The night was shaping up to be more interesting than he