A Human in Hell (Various x OC)

{ Chapter 25: Western Energy Pt. 2 }

Meanwhile, in Striker's hideout where he's tied up Stolas upside down on some railroad tracks. Stolas opens his eyes and spots Striker nearby using a whetstone to sharpen a Blessed Knife.

"So, my wife paid you for this, hmm? Wouldn't a holy bullet have sufficed? Or can you not afford those?" he questioned.

"I was paid to give you the real royal treatment; your wife must REALLY hate you." Striker answered before chuckling.

"You have no idea." Stolas deadpanned before looking around. "So. Train tracks? Really? Seems a bit clichéd, doesn't it?"

"It's a classic." Striker retorted.

"Is the giant statue of yourself also a 'classic' or...?" Stolas pointed out to a statue in front of Striker that has him grinning with a giant erection.

Striker hisses, pissed off, and throws the whetstone.

"Are you seriously judging me right now?"

He removes his hat and tosses it onto the statue erection.

"I'm just impressed you seem to want to suck your own dick this badly." Stolas said.

"Look. Not every ring is some fancy-ass city, with some fancy-ass mansion, that only fancy-ass royals get to live in." Striker stated, advancing towards Stolas as his tail rattled. "Some of us have hard lives to live. And some of us have everything we care about taken away by fuckers like you."

"I have no- AAAGH!"

Striker stabs Stolas in the shoulder with the knife and then cuts him down.

"YOU. Don't get to talk over me!"

Striker slaps Stolas with his tail as he walks past him before coming back in front.

"I don't have to listen to your bullshit!"

Striker jams his foot into Stolas's shoulder wound, making Stolas groan in pain.

"All you royals ever do is try to talk over us!"

Stolas tries to petrify Striker, but the rope prevents his powers from working. Striker grins and leans down.

"Don't bother trying to use your little eye trick on me; those ropes ain't gonna let you do anything. Got somethin' to say about that? Your Highness?"

Striker steps on Stolas's open wound once again.

"Well, you seem to be forgetting; you are working for a royal right now!"

Stolas kicks Striker in the face. Angrily, Striker grabs Stolas's ankle and lifts up his foot and stomp on Stolas's leg and breaks it.

Stolas grunts but doesn't show any pain.

"Blitzy handles me rougher than that in bed; nice try."

Put off by this, Striker stabs Stolas in the leg with a blessed knife.

"Blitzy's knife is bigger... and hits sooooo much deeper."

Striker gets fed up and releases him for a bit.

"Being a smartass hmm?"

He then grabs Stolas by the hair, causing Stolas to squak in pain.

"Cause, once I split your neck open and let you choke on your own blue blood, you won't be worth any more than the tombstone you'll be buried under." Striker growled, deploying his blessed knife and threatening Stolas with it by the neck.

"Blitzy says far more dirtier things to me with much sharper objects at my throat." Stolas grinned.

Angered with Stolas' refusal to give in, Striker throws him to the ground and storms away to sulk. Stolas rolls over and sheds a few tears while hoping Blitz or Danika save him.