The devil’s gonna set me free (Closed rp)
The one time he leaves his hideout unarmed, happens to be the one time he bumps into other humans for the first time in years. This was the most hostile interaction he’s had with people thus far.
Neku had started off his day trying to fight off the pangs of hunger that drove him nearly to madness. It’s been a full 24 hours since he’s last eaten anything, having finished off the last remaining food rations he had left. None of the fruits and vegetables he planted were ready to be harvested either. He knew if he didn’t find food soon he wouldn’t make it to the end of the week.
Neku stupidly thought he wouldn’t need a weapon with him. After all, when was the last time he’s seen another person around here? It had been five years since the world had fallen into ruin. Most of the human population had been wiped out with only a few survivors. He shouldn’t have to worry about being armed…or that’s what he’d thought. The sun had begun to set, and shadows fell over what used to be the bustling city of Shibuya. Neku knew he couldn’t linger outside too long after dark. So, he prepared to go back to his hideout empty handed for the second day in a row. That’s when he came across the bandits. They had been watching Neku go in and out of abandoned stores and hospitals in search of supplies. They didn’t know what he might have hoarded over the past few days, but they were desperate enough to try and squeeze something out of him. One of them was a large man with a top heavy build. His fists were the size of bowling balls. He was nothing but muscle and towered over him. The other bandit was an older man, with a gun in hand. Both of them were threatening him for food and water.
Neku didn’t have any food, and he told them the truth. However, he didn’t tell them that he had a surplus of water. There was no way in hell he was going to let them steal his water. Needless to say, neither of them believed him. Which is how he ended up dangling from the larger man’s hold, desperately kicking and trying to slip out of his grasp. “I’ll give you to the count of three to start telling us where you hid your goods…1…2…”
“…3…” Without much warning, Neku was effortlessly swung around by his arms and slammed against the concrete with so much force that his body went limp and he was left gasping for air. “I remember this feeling. When someone’s about to die their bodies go limp just like this…” The large man grabbed Neku by his ankle, lifting his body from the ground. “Gonna tell us where your stash is now?” Neku was dizzy, blood dripping down his face from the gash on his head. “Over my dead body.” He barely managed to whisper back to them. The bandit shrugged. “It’s your funeral.” He swung him around again, much like a ragdoll, and slammed him against the concrete once more. The sound of the impact seemed to echo in the darkness of the night. Neku was barely conscious, hearing the murmuring of the two bandits standing over him. They needed him alive. Otherwise they weren’t getting anything out of him. “For christ’s sake I think ya killed him…”
“You still alive you little punk?”
Neku answered back with a pained groan, wheezing with every breath he took. His face was covered in blood. This was it…he was probably going to die like this. But he knew one thing; if he had to die, he was going to make sure they were going down with him. He’’ll make sure they starve to death. He’ll die and take his secrets with him! But, even as he thought this, his mind still cried out for help.
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