Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Bush was thirteen years old.

As a result, he hadn't awakened his Ego yet.

He wasn't good looking.

He wasn't the tallest.

He wasn't a man with good genes.

Yet, he showed Pablo what he had.

Focus.

That's what the slave did.

All eyes present on the ground were focused on him as everyone knew this boy didn't have an Ego. And yet, they saw something no one would believe if they told someone.

Bush's opponent was the same as them.

He too had his eyes wide open.

He had acted like he couldn't care less and took slow steps towards Bush. And when he was sure that his opponent would think that he would only take slow steps, he teleported behind the boy.

The criminal knew Bush had no Ego, so it would be very easy to kill him.

However, never in his wildest dreams did he think that after teleporting he would see the boy locking eyes with him.

Heck, the criminal had teleported behind him and it only took him a second, it was impossible for the boy to see that and turn around before he could even appear behind him.

The criminal began doubting his own speed and he also began doubting if the boy really had no ego or not.

Nevertheless, right now, the boy had his eyes locked with the criminal and in those eyes, he saw death.

He saw death in the eyes of someone who had never killed before.

Bush had become someone else.

He had become death.

Moreover he became death out of fear of dying itself.

Pablo watched closely as now he wanted to see what Bush would do now that the criminal was in front of him.

The criminal was frantic and frozen in spot right now and he won't be like this for long, so Bush only had one chance. If he missed it, he would definitely die.

The slave also knew this.

And right now, Bush felt all his body singing harmony. He felt all his organs doing an orchestra as each part was in sync.

The criminal didn't scare him anymore.

He was so focused on killing the man that he became fearless of the very thing he wanted to kill.

Everything was still black for him. Only the criminal in front of him was in his sight.

The kid didn't even register the widened eyes of the man and saw only one thing…

His throat.

Bush's hands with his two axes tightened and as soon as his brain received a signal to unleash an attack, his hands moved.

His hands raised on their own.

His left hand came from the right of the criminal and his right hand came from the left of the criminal.

The blades of the axes were faced at the criminal and they reached at the neck of the man.

Then, everything turned even slower for Bush and since all his senses were peaked, he noticed a slight sound of a joint creaking.

He instantly figured where the sound came from and he understood the next move of the criminal.

The criminal was terrified but in no way he was weak, so when he saw the boy in front of him raising his axes towards his neck, the criminal forgot his fear and decided to defend himself.

And to defend himself, he saw only move at that moment.

Duck.

He would bend his knees and let the axes touch nothing but air. And before the boy could attack again, he would make sure he kills the boy right there and then. He couldn't take any risks. The boy was dangerous.

Alas, little did the criminal know, the boy had already sensed his brilliant strategy of bending.

Bush understood that the sound of joints came from the knees of the criminal and his currently heightened brain, figured what would the criminal do.

The criminal would bend his knees and make the axes go past from above his head. Dodging the strike of the axes coming towards his neck.

That's why Bush instantly made a counter plan for the criminal's move.

If the criminal was bending his knees, going down a little to escape the attack, then Bush could just attack the criminal…

At the point where he was going to appear.

Pablo squinted his eyes, taking in every movement made by both fighters.

Bush carried on bringing his axes closer to the criminal's neck and when they were just about to touch the man, the man simply bent his knees.

But if the criminal wasn't afraid and if he wasn't confident of his plan, he would have noticed that the trajectory of the axes wasn't coming at his neck when he was standing.

Bush had already started moving his hands downwards where the criminal would come.

Therefore, just when the criminal bent down, relishing on the feeling of his perfect dodging, from both his sides he felt metal on the skin of his neck.

His eyes widened as his gaze shot up at Bush.

That's when he saw the bone piercing eyes of the slave.

"H..how?" He muttered.

Bush was dead set on killing the criminal so his hands never slowed down.

With all the strength he brought from the depths of his heart, he pushed the axes deep inside the criminal's neck.

PUCKK!

The axes went inside and the power Bush generated was enough for the axes to pierce through the thick neck of the criminal. And then…

THUD!

The criminal's head fell down on the ground.

His wide eyes watched the slave and as his reasoning power waned, his mind registered one final thing.

The slave in front of him. The egoless, thirteen year old person in front of him, the one whom he kept mentioning as a boy.

That same boy right in front of his eyes…

Had become a Man.

Bush also stared at the severed head of the man as he recalled the last words of the man. The man had asked him how and since he was about to die anyway, he might as well receive an answer to his question.

The slave let go of his axes and dropped on his knees.

And as his body suddenly felt relief after that intense session, all the fatigue came crashing down on him and while falling face first on the hard ground, with a smile, Bush answered the criminal.

"Survival is a bitch. That's how."