Page 111 of The Chemist

God, he loved the sound of that.

Eyes narrowing, Diesel reached up and managed to grab the man by the throat with his right hand. With his left, he grabbed hold of the man’s branch mid-swing, cringing at the pain that shot through two of his fingers as the solid wood connected the wrong way.

But still, he had achieved his goal. He had the fucker by the throat.

Now, just… squeeze…

“Diesel, no!”

The sound was like a bullet ripping through his skull. It was both painful and alarming both at the same time.

He blinked a few times, causing his grip on the piece of wood to release and the chunk to come barreling down on his skull.

Lights flashed across his eyes seconds before the sound of a gun going off tore through the night sky.

“Argh!” His attacker growled before falling forward and rolling off of him.

Lost in the commotion, Diesel turned to see his attacker writhing around on the ground in pain. He was gripping his hand, which was sleek in his own blood.

Did the guy get his hand shot off? No, all four digits and thumb were still attached, but there was a nasty dark hole in the center of his hand.

The man with the bleeding hand snapped at them both before taking off into the darkness once again.

“D! Are you alright?” Zero’s voice shouted, sounding far off in the distance. He felt like he was listening to the world around him while holding his breath underwater.

He felt his body lift and a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around him.

Who the fuck?Diesel’s blood began to boil at the thought of someone touching him without his permission.Whoever the fuck this was…

“Are you alright?” the man asked, still gripping him in a bear hug.

Who was this fuck?

Unable to control his rage any longer, Diesel shoved the man hard, causing him to stumble and slam his body into a tree right behind him.

“Don’t ever touch me again, asshole!” Diesel barked, reaching down and picking up the log that his attacker had dropped.

That’s right, teach this fucker a lesson. Who does he think he is? Going around copping feels whenever he damn well feels like it?

A shimmer of light caught Diesel’s eye. Lying next to a bush was a large metal bear trap. Its teeth looked nice and sharp.

Think about how good that would look, attached to the pervert’s face,that voice inside his head suggested.

Yes, he was right.It was like the trees were providing him with everything that he needed.

Dropping the log, he stumbled over to where the trap was lying.This was going to be so epic.

“D? D, it’s me! Zero!”

Diesel’s breath caught in his chest.

Zero?

Slowly he turned his head to where Zero lay bloody and huddled up against the tree.What had he done?

The pain and anguish came flooding toward him.How could he?

He touched you without asking. He grabbed you and tried to beat you into submission,that dark voice inside him said.

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