"How many?"

Ray slowly starts to wake up, and as he goes to touch his forehead, he hears the clinking of chains. He looks at his hand to see a shackle on his wrist. He looks at both of his hands and then his ankles to see the same on each.

"W-what?"

Ray sputters out these words in shock.

"How many, Lawrence?"

Ray glances in the direction of the sentence to see Nico laying out weapons facing away from him.

"How do you know my name?"

"My question first."

"I don't have to tell you sh-!"

Ray's answer is cut off by Nico pulling a chain coming up from the table, causing Ray's left leg to be pulled towards the wall behind him, leaving him balanced on one leg. Nico turns around smirking.

"I don't like where that answer was going. Try again."

Nico releases the chain allowing Ray to stand up like normal. Ray looks shaken up at first until he starts smirking too.

"Quite the rig you have here for interrogating me. Wouldn't this be considered entrapment, seeing as you can hurt me until I confess?"

Nico looks up, sticks his tongue in his cheek, and starts nodding his head.

"Yeah, this would be considered entrapment. If I was a cop."

Nico turns around to the table behind him and places a battery pack into a drill.

"So, what, you're some sort of vigilante? Did you watch too much Dexter and decide to go out and be a hero? They can arrest you for this, kid!"

Nico presses the drill trigger twice to test it.

"Well, I am a fan of Dexter, but that's not why..."

Nico looks up and turns to Ray with a stern yet dumbfounded expression.

"...wait, kid? I'm a kid to you? Really?"

"Well, I-"

Nico interrupts Ray and starts walking towards him.

"I'm 26 years old. You're 20, three months away from 21. You haven't even legally had a drink. You're the kid here, Ray."

Ray looks shocked and concerned.

"Who are you and how the fuck do you know my name?"

Nico slowly starts to smirk.

"In due time, Lawrence. First, answer my question. How many people have you killed?"

Ray tries to stay silent, but he reluctantly starts to speak.

"Ten. Would've been 11 tonight."

"Why?"

"Why do you care? I thought you weren't a vigilante?"

Nico grabs the chain to threaten Ray.

"...because I just have problems, okay?"

Nico shakes his head.

"No, no, problems are when you try to take a kid's eye out with a spoon at the age of five because he beat you at tetherball. You've gone beyond problems."

"Is that what you did?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Now why did you really do it? Hate strippers? Some deeper reason?"

Ray looks down at the ground, noticing the contrast between his ratty Chucks and Nico's black dress shoes. He opens his mouth as if he was about to talk, but just exhales and shakes his head.

"Ever have someone die in your arms?"

Nico's eyes widen.

"That didn't go where I was expecting."

"Well, did you?"

"No, but my father died when I was really young. Pulmonary Edema."

"Both of my parents died in my arms. Mugged and stabbed in front of me."

"So, instead of becoming Batman, you killed hookers?"

"Please let me finish."

Nico nods and signals for Ray to finish using his hands.

"My dad quickly died afterwards, and I was told it was relatively painless for him. My mom, however, died four days later. Four long, agonizing days. The doctors did absolutely everything they could, but the was too weak. I was with her when she finally passed."

"So, what's with the shaving?"

"It's... an urge. My mother was a tall, pretty blonde.”

Nico nods in understanding.

"Did you pay them before killing them?"

"No. I just gave them the etorphine.”

“Ah. Excuse me a second, then.”

Nico goes back to the table and opens up one of the drawers. He pulls out a wallet and takes approximately $130.

“You killed two of my best.”

Ray looks at Nico and gives a single breathy chuckle.

“Why would their pimp care so much about my life?”

“I'm not their pimp. I control their pimps. They fear me. The hookers themselves are misunderstood sweethearts, though. Perry, the one that led you here, is actually a close friend of my wife.”

“You mean that one goth looking chick the Internet exploded over? I have to say, Mr. LaVey. You made a great choice.”

Nico glances up at Ray from his wallet.

“Good job figuring me out.”

Nico looks back down at his wallet and sighs.

“To be completely honest, I wish you didn't.”

Ray becomes expressionless.

“I really, really didn't want to kill you now. I know what you've been through, and I was willing to let you go, but I just can't risk it now.”

Nico pulls all four chains, causing Ray to slam back against the wall. He grabs a drill and walks up to Ray.

“For once in my life, I kinda want to keep a victim alive. Sorry.”

Nico turns on the drill and the camera pans to a pillar nearby the wall. We hear Ray scream in pain as blood splatters onto the pillar.

Overall Record: 2-8-1.

1x Federweight Champion.

Shitlist: Izzy Ravenwolf, Nate Higgers.

“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.”
― Anatole France