"Y-yes you do, I do a lot around here!" Hank stammered. Moka looked at him then at the other two, gauging the reactions and noticing Josie's irritation while Amp moved to the same whiskey. Moka threw back his drink and gave his empty cup to Hank, signalling to him to get him another drink from Amp's personal stash.
Amper sits comfortably in his chair, watching the conversations while sipping a newly filled glass of whiskey, leaving the bottle opened on the desk "you do a lot around here... occupying space and breathing... thats all you capable of Hank"
Hank brought Moka's drink to him, avoiding eye contact with both Josie and Ampere. Moka took it from him carefully, taking a quick sip before smashing the glass across Hanks head with his right arm. The glass shattered, spilling good whiskey everywhere and cutting both Hanks face and Moka's hand. The alcohol seared the new wounds but Moka didn't react. Hank dropped to the floor in shock, completely taken aback by the sudden attack by his Warlord. "Get the fck up, dickhead. I am over your bullsh!t and these boys are even sh!ttier with you. You will answer to them as I no longer have time for you..." Moka declared before turning around and leaving the room.
Hank stood up, blood seeping from the cuts on his left cheek. The alcohol was burning but the pain was subsiding fast as the realization that his one defense against the men in the room just turn his back on him. He started stammering, incoherently trying to apologize to Josie and Richard in a flurry of tears that had began to onset when he discovered he wasn't leaving the room alive. "Y-ya know I was always joking, right guys?"
Hemlocke stared right into Hank's eyes, being silent, striding forward slowly with a calmed grace, holding that gaze with Hank as he relished the overwhelming amount of fear present, a very slow grin crept onto his face.
"I can see the dread of impending doom in your eyes, Hank. There's no longer someone to hide behind, you're backed in a corner with nowhere to run, so you start babbling like a scared babe and attempting to convince us your threats were jokes?"
Hemlocke's fingers tapped against the handles of the curved blades on his left hip, his gaze filled with overwhelming murderous intent, no hint of kindness to the gaze, no shred of forgiveness.. not even a speck of humanity.
"You talk all high and mighty, but when it comes down to it, you're nothing but a snake in a den of wolves. Hell, you're not even a good one, I know Xenos with more merit than you. You really.. are just, pathetic. How did someone like you manage to survive this long.."
His grin only widened, the corners of his lips curved upward as he gave Hank a nice toothy grin, he lowered his head and removed the faceplate and robotic eye, placing them down on the table as he looked back up to Hank, revealing a heavily scarred slash and a hollow, dark eye socket. The grin didn't subside, only growing wider as it began to look un-natural. Simply staring at him, not moving, with the threat of tearing him apart at any moment. But letting the suspense rise, completely still and silent, almost like a soul-less mannequin, he finally broke the silence, he asked a question everyone in the room knew the answer too.
"Funny isn't it... How quickly a faith of a man can change" He leaned back in his chair while placing his right hand on top of his firearm that was resting in its case "Funny how suddenly he cant say a single word..." He looked at Hemlocke knowing that Hanks faith now nothing else than a slowly decaying candle fire. "I would reserve the right for the final blow but please do as you please" He then stood up and walked to the little cupboard that held his late wifes picture and hid it in his coats inner pocket.
The blood was still trickling down his face, the cuts now no longer painful as fear gripped Hank through out. Of course he wanted to live, that's why he did those things to get in favour with Lord Moka. He looked fearfully at Josie and tried to retort his question however nothing but stutters emitted from his mouth. He didn't hear what Amp said as his attention was fixated to the blade in Josie's hand.
Hemlocke drew both the blades, placing the tip of the right blade against Hank's forehead, above his left eye as it cut deep, before Hemlocke slashed straight down through his eye, and deep into his cheek and all the way down through his chin, leaving an identical wound to the one Hemlocke had gotten all those years ago, taking a step back as he stared at Hank, watching his reaction closely as he jerked the blade downward in his hand to knock the blood to the floor.
"I'm honestly having a hard time deciding whether or not to leave you with a new outlook on life, or to just get rid of you. You pose no threat, but you've been a thorn in my ass for a very.. long time.."
The sickening grin still present on his face as he played with Hank like a toy, it was in this moment Hank knew his death, if it did indeed come. Would be slow, and painful. There was a reason many in the rogues referred to him as a hound, a mindless one at that, but now, Hank could see. Hemlocke was simply a monster, He relished in Hank's torment, even the crazier Rogues known for their barbaric cruelty on Alcatraz couldn't compare.
Ampere steps closer to the bleeding Hank with his handgun in his right hand "You know Hank.. i lost some good man out there on those raids that you planned... one unlucky got stuck in a airlock on his ship that broke in half and amputated his leg... you know how that feels?" He then pushed his handgun to Hanks right knee and pulled the trigger blowing it clean off while the laser burned the wounds immediately causing immerse pain for him. "So how is it..." he asked while wiped of the muzzle of the gun
Hank hollared in pain as the blade drew down his face, peeling it open and exposing the soft flesh underneath. He reached for his own holstered weapon but the pain made him fumble with the buckle. As Amp came over, Hank hurriedly grappled at the holster buckle until the time that Richard put his own blaster against his right knee and fired, severing his lower leg from the rest of his body. Hank heard Amperes remark about foiled plans and the death of friends, but the panic had rendered his memory short. He fell to the ground, screaming in excruciating pain.
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