Trigger Warnings: Strong Violence and Language

Chapter 2: The Baddest MOFO In The City 

Sniff, Sniff, Sniff.

The nauseating stench of cotton candy, popcorn, sweat, and iron hit them all at once.

There was only one thing on their mind: getting the fuck away from the heartless murderer waiting out there to get them.

Even though that meant going back the same way they came.

They didn't freaking care.

Anything to avoid having to go even remotely near Dmitri sounded pretty damn good to them.

Dmitri sharply turned his head before tilting it to the side to fix his gaze on all the people scrambling for their lives.

Well, would ya get a load of that?! I deserve a fuckin raise for having to deal with all this crap, Dmitri thought as he was slowly losing his shit.

"Ya gotta be fuckin kidding me. What a bunch of fuckin morons!" Dmitri angrily spoke to the security guard while waving him around in his hand, who was struggling to breathe.

"You hear that! You're all nothing but a bunch of fuckin morons!" screamed Dmitri while cupping his free hand over his mouth to project his voice, causing them all to run faster as if the devil was after them.

"Can't you see you're all goin' the wrong way?! Party's this way!" Dmitri shouted, growing more irritated that the carnival goers ignored him and continued screaming and crying.

"Maan, it's almost like fuckin watchin' cockroaches that start flippin' out the second ya flip the light switch on. I hate those nasty little fuckers," Dmitri mumbled to himself, disgusted by just the thought.

"Aww, c'mon, whatsamatta?! You can't tell me that none of ya wanna join in on the little party me and Mr. Lousy Shot over here are havin'?!" Dmitri sarcastically called out to them with a smirk spread across his face.

"You don't know what you're missin' out on! Aren't any of ya the least damn bit curious!" Dmitri mocked.

In the midst of the chaos, an asshole of a man in dressy attire started bulldozing his way through the panic-stricken crowd.

The dirtbag let out a frustrated sigh and threw a literal tantrum before impatiently snapping, "Oh, for the love of...! Would you do me a fuckin favor and get your ass out of my way already!"

The nasty piece of shit shoved past a woman, nearly causing her to lose her balance and fall over before snarling, "Sheesh, for crying out loud! Can't you see my life's on the line here!"

"Dude, what the hellll?!" the woman infuriatingly shouted out from behind him in disbelief.  

The jerk had only one agenda: to save the only person he valued most in the whole wide world.

Himself.

To make sure of that, all he needed to do was bypass the poor saps trailing behind, just begging to be tasty little morsels.

"'Scuse me, 'scuse me, coming through!" the dirtbag hollered as he squeezed his body between two more people to get ahead of them.

"Hey! What the hell's your problem!" they angrily yelled back.

The scumbag sternly glanced over his shoulder to personally give them smartass remarks in return while still moving forward.

"You're kidding me, right?! What's my problem, hah?!?" the despicable man shot back, clearly insulted by their comment.

"You two are the ones with the problem! I'm not dying in this fuckin dump! I still have my whole life ahead of me!" the douchebag exclaimed.

The trashy man pointed his index finger at them like a weapon, waving it back and forth between the two as if accusing them of a crime while continuing to give them a piece of his mind.

"You see, while you two slowpokes are taking your sweet ass time, I'm actually trying to avoid being on the menu!" the asshole boldly admitted.

"So, if it means I've got to mow everyone down to do that, then so be it!" the jerk spat before rudely elbowing a man aside—anything to get a step closer to his version of a finish line.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?!" the man furiously barked.

"What do you mean ME?! You're the one who needs to look where you're going! You crashed into me!" the slimeball proclaimed.

"That crazed bloodsucker isn't going to wait to go back for seconds! I bet you he's probably licking the air right now, figuring out which poor bastard he's going to eat next!" the scumbag swore up and down.

"All I know is it's not going to be meee, because I'm not about to stick around and be the one snacked on!" the scummy dirtbag cockily blurted out, refusing to take any blame for his actions.

"Selfish asshole!" the man yelled, seething with rage. He then purposely pushed the piece of shit with such force that he caused him to collide with a random innocent guy and knock him down.

The cruddy jerk managed to somehow catch himself from falling and, just like that, went back to running as if nothing had happened.

"Please," the man pleaded, raising a shaky hand in the hope that someone would have the kindness in their heart to help him back on his feet.

However, before the defenseless man even had a chance to try to stand up, a shoe stomped on his back while he was lying there flat on the ground.

"Somebody...please help me," the man begged as yet another person stepped on him carelessly as if he were nothing more than part of the ground.

The slimeball had the nerve to turn his head back around briefly and say, "Sorry, man, but no can do. It's either you or me. I don't want to be the last Gazelle in the running, if you know what I'm saying.

With that said, the rotten jerk callously turned his cheek and kept on going, looking straight ahead with absolutely no desire to turn back to help the helpless man on the ground.

The herd had no intention of slowing down, and nobody planned on stopping.

More and more people trampled the fallen man until his desperate cries grew silent.

Dmitri pulled the security guard closer to his face with a demented look in his eyes. His lips twisted into a sinister smirk as he felt the security guard's pulse fluttering beneath his grip.

"So this is what they call security, what a good for nothin'?! See, the way it's supposed to work is you're supposed ta actually keep the crazies out, not invite them in for a drink," Dmitri mockingly declared.

"You're about as good as a throwing tool, that's about it. Hell, ya know what, I don't even wanna drink your blood. I might end up catching the stupid," Dmitri proclaimed as a brilliant idea came to mind.

"I know somethin' you'd do a much better job at," Dmitri chillingly claimed.

In a swift motion, he tightened his grip to the point that he snapped the security guard's neck. Afterward, he slowly pried away his fingers and let his lifeless body slump to the ground.

"Oh please, do ya really all think that you can actually outrun the baddest motherfucker in the city! The only reason you've all gotten as far as ya have is 'cause I gave you a headstart! Dmitri revealed.

"Let's see how well ya all can dodge this!" Dmitri called out, giving a heads-up before grabbing the security guard's dead body by the legs and spinning it around in a circular motion.

Without wasting a second, Dmitri yeeted the corpse with all his strength, sending it hurtling through the air.

"Well now, whaddya know, I have to say that was quite some throw. I'd like to see someone try to outdo that!" Dmitri boasted. He held his right hand above his eyes and watched with glee as it soared.

I'm just way too fuckin strong for my own good. The next time, I'll try to tone it down a notch, Dmitri bragged in his mind before whistling, impressed by how far he flew. Before long, the body crashed into a crowd of runners, taking them down like pins in a bowling alley.

"Struck 'em down the first time around! This is way too fuckin easy! Crazy thing is, I wasn't even hardly fuckin tryin'!" Dmitri cackled as he slowly strolled over toward the three women, frightened out of their wits, who were struggling to get up from the impact of the hit.

"Please, don't kill me!" The first woman begged.

Dmitri knelt down, holding his chin in his hand, pretending to ponder her request as he drummed the fingers of his right hand on top of her head.

"Hmm...wellll since ya asked so politely," Dmitri started sweetly before changing to cruel in a split second.

"Psh, hah, who am I kiddin'? Screw that shit! What do ya take me for a pushover? Get it through your thick skull. I don't do fuckin nice! Why would I? I'm the fuckin bad guy who doesn't give a shit!" Dmitri heartlessly replied.

He slit her throat without a single ounce of care with the serrated nail on his index finger. He then savored the sweet ruby nectar that spilled out from her neck.

"Ahh!" Dmitri breathed out, enjoying the delectable taste of her blood.

The second woman screamed at the top of her lungs, freaking out because she knew she would meet the same fate as her friend.

Dmitri bit into the neck of the screaming woman, her cries quickly turning to gurgles as he drank deeply.

"Mmm, yeah, that's the stuff. Fear adds a certain spice that I can't seem to get enough of?" Dmitri couldn't help but admit.

He lifted up the head of the last woman by grabbing her by her chestnut locks of hair before proclaiming, "Now, let me get somethin' fuckin straight. Look around you, and you'll find all the proof ya need that I'm the real fuckin deal."

"It's pretty damn funny that any of you thought that you could actually escape me, psh, ya must've all been fuckin dreamin' or some shit," Dmitri cackled.

Dmitri then lowered his head, piercing his sharp fangs into the flesh of the woman's neck, and drank deep. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as warm blood flowed down his throat.

Once Dmitri sucked the woman dry, he let the woman's drained body collapse to the floor.

He then wiped the blood off his mouth with the back of the right sleeve of his half-sapphire and half-lavender metallic jacket.

"Now, who's up next?" Dmitri asked as a wicked, fanged smirk formed on his face while he debated who he would claim as his next victim.