Survival is Crucial

Ain't My B*tch

It was as if a bear had wreaked havoc within the forest, bodies, blood, and viscera are strewn about on trees, arms pulled out from the sockets of their arms and thrown aside like trash, dead men with their guts spilling across the dirt ground below, their cold unfeeling eyes contrasting against their pale skin. One of the guards that were sent to check out the c*****e that was left by Maxim vomited, as the other covered their nose with the collar of their shirt.

They came back pale, and Marshall instantly understood. They look back over to Maxim, and during the time they had been looking away, he had somehow escaped. "Bullshit!" Marshall yelled, "How did he escape!?"

Saul watched all of this play out in awe, "He... it was like a gato..."

Marshall turned to Saul, bounding towards him after hearing what he had said, "What do you mean?"

"He se dislocó los hombros..."

"His f*****g shoulders!?"

"It wasn't just that..." Saul shivered, "Bruto, bruto!"

"Where did he go?"

"Well..." Saul looked to the ship, "I could've yelled for help but... I sort of..." Saul made an expression filled with regret, "We'll have to delay the ride... he went on the ship."

"Are you f*****g with me!?"

"Lo siento, what do you expect me to do!? I've never been directly involved in this s**t! I've always been the sidelines guy, the planner!"

Marshall sighed, "We're going to have to find him, also, we'll be setting sail."

"What!?"

"We're taking this guy out while we're at sea, it'll be easier that way," Marshall sighed, "Nixon!"

Nixon walked over, slightly distracted by everything.

"We'll be setting sail, let's go."

Nixon whipped his head around to look at Marshall before cursing under his breath, "Alright, whatever you say."

The two guards who had inspected the bodies earlier approach, Nixon, one was a woman with long dirty blonde hair that reached her shoulders while the other was a nervous-looking young man with short black hair. "We'll be your guards for now."

"You smell like blood."

She made a sour expression, "Yeah... no s**t," She put a hand on her chest and took a deep breath in before exhaling loudly, "Alright! Phew!" She shook her head, trying to gain her composure, "Not like we haven't seen something like that before but fuck... you can never get used to it."

"What was there?"

"Corpses, all you need to know, I'm Hagne," She shook Nixon's hand, "Nice to meet you."

The nervous-looking man came closer, shaking Nixon's hand as well, "I'm Costanzo, I'm Italian."

"You already know who I am," Nixon said, looking back over to the ship. "How do you two feel about going into a ship with a murderer."

"Yeah... that guy," Hagne sighed, "Did he ever say his name?"

Costanzo raised an eyebrow, "The man who rip apart men?"

"You almost fell unconscious so I'll tell you now that it wasn't just men."

Costanzo ran away, vomiting into some bushes sitting behind Hagne, "He definitely doesn't look like he fits the job." Nixon commented.

"Yeah, but he's stronger than a lot of the guards here."

"Is he stronger than me?"

"Well, you won't know until you try."

Nixon was tempted for a moment as he leaned forward, Costanzo's back turned towards him, "Nah..." Nixon shook his head, "It definitely isn't the time for something like that." Nixon paused, staring at the ship in worry, "I definitely don't want to go in there, especially with that guy." Nixon sighed, "He's very... very strong."

"When I saw him, he made me sick."

Costanzo stopped vomited, and approached both Nixon and Hagne slowly, clutching his stomach with one hand, "I almost s**t pants when I saw him."

Hagne sighed, looking over to Costanzo in disappointment, "Right, Marshall should be sending some people to inspect the ship for now before we actually set sail."

"Would that delay it?"

"No, we just won't tell the people on the ship about it, simple as that."

"Alright."

After an hour of waiting, the ship finally set sail, Nixon keeping himself in either closed, or areas that are too open, either by using himself as bait or making sure that he is in as little danger as possible. Somewhere in the ship, a few minutes after it had set sail, two guards, one with slicked-back black hair, making bubbles with his spit, like the one walking with him is a large woman with short black hair.

Maxim jumped down from the ceiling from behind, but, both of them hear it. The first one to spin around was the large woman, swinging her fist as Maxim charged over to her, then, quickly after, the man did as well, kicking Maxim in the ribs. Maxim threw himself against the all after getting kicked, quickly getting a fist planted into his face by the large woman - Maxim's head slammed against the wall, and it looked like he would fall to the floor unconscious - Maxim brought his dominant leg behind the woman's legs, slamming his thumb into her throat. The man beside her pulled out a gun before Maxim pulled out a weapon of his own and mid-unholster, he stabbed the man's hand, the knife he was using piercing through and sticking into his hip as well. The woman keeled over, gripping her neck as she struggled to breathe as the other guard screamed in pain.

Maxim finished both of them off, the male guard - by bashing the man's head into the wall, and the woman - by snapping her neck. As Maxim walked away from their corpses, he whistles a tune to himself, hands in his pockets, eyes closed as if in bliss as another guard within the ship beelined around the corner. Maxim reeled back before getting kicked in the face. The guard pulled out a gun but was quickly disarmed, Maxim kicking the guard's hand into the wall, breaking the guard's fingers. "Well s**t! This is getting fun!" Maxim yelled.