The Last Warlock

Seeing the guy pass out, Mack extended his hand to the right, and a chair came for him.

Mack grabbed the chair and seated.

He had all the time in the world.

Meanwhile, outside the range of the domain runespell, a crowd of hundreds of people surrounded the area, while cops tried to keep everything safe and ordered until the military came to control the situation.

All flights of the airport got canceled and to turn things more crazy, a red glow surrounded the airport in the format of a dome.

People tried to get close to see what was happening and some unlucky ones actually tried to touch the glow, only to get stuck there, unable to leave.

Mack knew that more and more people were getting anxious outside, but he could not care less about them.

A few minutes later, the scar faced man opened his eyes, and just like someone that can't believe his own reality, he screamed in panic again..

"No! No! It's just a dream. I'm dreaming."

But seeing Mack's eyes, his hopes were shattered again.

"Pleeeeeeasee nooooooo, I beeg noooooo pleaseeee noooo"

Mack raised himself from the chair and put his finger on the man's mouth.

"shhhiiiii!"

"I know you are only a hunting dog. So.... Give me the name of the people behind you and I will think"

Said Mack, removing his finger of the man's mouth to let him speak.

"I... I... They will kill me...."

Seeing the hesitation of the man, Mack put one of his daggers close to the man remaining ear, now full of thin cuts, and said.

"I already told you, but you seem to have a problem with listening. What I'm about to do with you will be at least a hundred times worse than just dying."

And Mack slashed out the remaining ear of the man.

The ear fell to the floor, making a sound akin to meat being thrown on a table and Mack put his tongue on the dagger and licked the blood.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhh please stoppppp I will telll I will telll Arghhhh"

Mack put the dagger in the man's right eye, just touching the tip of the dagger.

"You see, I starting to enjoy scooping out things out of you. I dont know if I want to hear anymore"

But the man could not hear anything that Mack said anymore, he could only see his mouth moving and a buzzing sound in his ears.

"Pleeeease! please! they are the Zealots, Is an old paramilitary group. They have influence on almost any government that matters in the world."

Mack moved his dagger a bit around the man's right eye and said.

"You see, there is only one way to be sure you are telling the true."

Mack pressed the dagger to the side of the man's eye and made a little pressure, and the eye came out. The eye, hanging on the man's face, still connected by the nerves and blood, looked to the floor, and the man could see his own shoes now.

The man panicked, but it seemed that he felt not much of pain.

"Hummmm. You look more charming now."

Said Mack, with a hand below his shin, as if admiring a painting.

"Pleeeeease! Please! I told the true. I swear! Pleaseeeee spare me"

Screamed the man, seeing no hope for the end of his suffering.

"What you guys think? Doesn't he look better now?"

Said Mack, looking around as if asking to the people still froze in place by his control of essence.

Mack slightly moved his hand up and down, and like puppets, all people around moved their heads up and down, too.

"See. They agree too."

Said Mack, looking back to the scar faced man.

"Just kill me, please, I beg, stop. pleaseeeeee".

And tears of despair mixed with blood could be seen on the man's face.

"I already told you, Death is your only hope from now on. And is too sweat of a gift for you."

Said Mack, already scooping the remaining eye from the man.

The man could not even scream anymore of so much despair. It seemed he was already hallucinating in his own mind and only rumblings came from his mouth.

Human mind was a very powerful thing. In front of absolute despair and fear of death, the mind could shut itself down to 'try to protect' his body.

Seeing this, Mack felt a little heartbroken, because his favorite had broken.

But he could still play with it.

"If you don't have a use for your tongue anymore, then, let me take it out"

Said Mack, grabbing the man's tongue by the tip and slashing his dagger at the base.

The strong pain seemed to wake up the man from his own mind, the tongue was a very sensitive place of the body, one of the most sensitive spots.

"ghhrhhhrrr ssssssshhhhhttttttttttttttppppppp"

The man screamed again but barely could say a word now. Almost choking himself with his own blood.

"Ohhh I see you came back, good, because we are about to enter the fun part now"

Said Mack, passing his dagger slowly over the man's forehead.

"ssssssshhhhhttttttttttttttppppppp pppppppplllllleeeeaaassseeeeee"

Mack slightly slashed his dagger over the man's forehead and a small and thin red line of blood appeared, Mack then used the tip of his dagger and put inside the small line and started to push the dagger inside from left to right.

Mack slowly put his fingers inside the thin line and pushed the skin to the top of the man's head and his entire scalp came out. 

The screams coming from the man's mouth echoed in the airport, but Mack seemed to be absorbed in the feeling of scalping someone alive.

He needed to get it right.

Seeing the skin of the top of the man coming out, Mack felt proud and happy, and started to whistle again.

Mack moved his dagger to the right arm of the man and started doing the same, but no more screams came from the scar faced man, only inaudible grunts.

But the whistling of Mack never stopped, echoing in the deadly silent airport.

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