The Last Warlock

Mack kept slowly walking as if was another common day, but for the rest of the people, it was their nightmare.

A few steps from Jonh, Mack stopped walking, and could see three other guys using the same kind of clothes as Jonh, after all, in an airport, not many people walked 'in a pack' using black suits. 

Mack snapped his finger and the three guys drop dead with their necks looking to their backs.

With the trash taken care, Mack's gaze went back to the guy with a scar on his face, the killer of his father.

Mack dreamed so much about this day that he could not even decide what to do. All seemed way too surreal for him now.

Mack kept looking at his father's killer without saying a single word as memories of that day came to his mind.

It was a normal day.

They were fishing in a small river in Colombia, the thing his father loved to do more.

Mack could still remember his father whistling inside the boat while waiting for the fishes to bite the bait.

Mack suddenly had an urge to do the same as his father did that day and started whistling.

For the people at the airport, things were only getting creepier. The absence of any kind of noise was already hard for them, and now this creep guy, with two swords, started whistling.

Mack's gaze changed as the memories came back to him, and his eyes portrayed the pain, despair and rage that he felt that day.

But the whistling didn't stop.

The same whistling that haunted Mack for years would now become the nightmares of his enemies.

Mack approached the man with the scar and asked in his ear.

"Do you remember this day?"

The man could not talk, he barely could breathe. 

But Mack was not expecting an answer.

"That kid on the boat was me, and the man you killed was my father"

Mack stopped talking at the man's ears and moved his face just a few inches of the man's face and looked into his eyes.

"Tell me, how should I kill you?"

But no answer came from the man, as his lips could not move, but his eyes revealed what he felt as his pupils contracted and dilated several times a second, showing the absolute despair.

"I see that you fear death. But you should not fear it, because by the time I'm done with you, you will want death at every second of the rest of your miserable life"

Said Mack, looking straight into the man's eyes.

"Death is your only hope. Death is your only relief."

With that said, Mack started to whistle again and slowly made the man remove himself from each and every piece of clothes.

Like a doll being controlled by a puppeteer, Mack commanded and essence listened to him.

Fully naked and slightly trembling, the man stood there.

A puppet waiting for the next command.

Sweat could be seen over his entire body as his heart beat faster than usual, as if he was doing a marathon.

Mack was not in a hurry and took his time.

One thing at a time.

He had to enjoy this moment. It was not a simple revenge for Mack, because this man in front of him, this useless man, was the reason for the disgrace that Mack's life turned to be.

Mack looked at one of the guns of the cops and controlling the essence in the air moved it and made it fire to the man left ear.

Blood gushed from the man's ear but he did not move an inch, because Mack didn't let him.

"Without sound is a bit boring, don't you guys think?"

Said Mack looking to everyone around as if he was the master of some kind of creep show.

And Mack released from his control the man's vocal cords and mouth.

He could now speak.

"Aghhhhhhhh! My ear! My ear!"

But only scream of pain came from him.

Mack looked at the gun still smoking hot and using his air control, moved it to the man's ass.

A sizzling sound was heard, and the screams of the man echoed in the silent airport.

"Calm down, calm down. This is just foreplay"

But the man only screamed

"Please! Please! Stop! I do everything you want!"

Screamed the man while agonizing with the pain at the same time.

"But you already are"

Said Mack, snapping his finger.

A snap sound could be heard, and the man's index finger was broken.

"AghA Please! Please!"

Screamed the man, unable to do anything but scream.

"OK, let's play a game. I will break all your fingers. If you can resist and don't scream, then I will let you go. I swear by my father's grave. Deal?"

Asked Mack to the man.

"Deal, Deal. Yes"

"Good!"

~snap~

All the fingers were broken at the same time.

"Agrhhhhhh"

~tsc~

"It seems you are not strong enough"

Said Mack, mocking the man's naivety.

And the man started crying amidst his pain screams. He knew it was too good to be true.

Seeing the man had accepted his fate, Mack didn't hesitate anymore and took all his own daggers out.

The daggers flew around Mack as if urging to cut something and Mack let them fulfill their wish.

Mack raised his hand, and started moving as if he was the master of a symphony, while the daggers passed close to the scar faced man, each second more close, turning and coming back as if they were eagles aiming for a prey.

~swish~

One of the daggers slashed the man's remaining ear.

~swish~

While the other made a slight slash at his left hand.

Every time, just enough to cut the skin and leave a small red mark.

But the man's screams never stopped.

"Arghhhhh"

One after another, more cuts were made, until the man's eyes went white. He could not support any more pain.

More than a thousand cuts were made over his skin and the man passed out.

But Mack was not in a hurry, he had all time of the world.

He was having fun.