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The bar was mostly devoid of people. With the only people in the bar late at night was the female bartender, a young woman sitting at a table, and a booth where several men were sitting. The men were loud and rowdy, clearly drunk and were just ready to start picking on anyone who catches their attention.

"You gotta be shittin' me... You serious?" Asked one of the men at the booth as another laughed.

"Hehehe, yeah. After we 'took care' of several moles in the organization, apparently some dumb kids found their bodies in the river. When the local news station reported on the dead bodies, they stated how they believed that Roberto Brambilla was behind it. They even brought up all the different rumors that he's a crime boss. Now THAT, was fucking stupid. Spreading fake news like that. I actually sent the head of the studio a message to back off, or he'll pay. He said how he was not afraid to stand up to us anymore. So, I gave the stupid prick a wake up call. I kidnapped his little girl, and sent her to him in pieces. I told him that if any other news story popped up, that connected the name 'Roberto Brambilla' to any sort of crime, we'll own them. We'll own the building, we'll own the cameras, we'll own the fruity makeup artists, and we'll own THEM. I told him that if he stepped out of line again, I would take care of his wife and two other little girls. And I'll make the stupid motherfucker watch! Hahahaha!" Chuckled the man sadistically along with all of his friends.

"These dumb fucking pricks need to learn, this is Brambilla's town. I mean, hell, he already has the Black mob, the Mexican mob, and all the different gangs in Detroit under his boot. Even the police department." Said another member of the group who took a bite of his food.

"I mean, hell. A few months ago I hit a kid with my car. You should've seen it, the brat looked like an action figure with all of its limbs bent the wrong way. It was such a shame, it practically wrecked my car. But, since I work under Roberto, all of it was practically brushed under the rug. If his parents don't want to end up in a hole in the ground." Stated another one of the gangsters who took a sip of his drink. The men continued to laugh and holler, before they stopped as one of the men tapped another one of them on his shoulder and pointed to the young woman at the next table over.

"Hey, Jack, go hit on that dame over there. She has a nice ass on her. Why don't you use that 'black magic' of yours? Maybe you can score tonight." Suggested one of the men as the gangster named Jack. The same man who murdered the News station boss' daughter, stood up and walked over to the woman.

"Hey there, sweetie. What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone? You want me to buy you a drink?" Asked the thug as the woman only glanced at the man before timidly looking back down at her drink she was working on.

"Uhh... No thanks. I'm not interested."

"Com'on babe. I'm trying to be nice here. How 'bout I buy you just one little drink?" Asked Jack in a slimy fashion, as his friends started to cheer him on.

"I said no." Said the woman, with more assertiveness this time.

As the men were hitting on her, they paused for a moment and looked over as the door to the bar opened up.

Creek...

As the door to the restaurant soon opened up, a dark figure walked through.

The man stood around six feet tall. He wore all black. Black pants, black boots, and a leather jacket with a disturbing design of two red x's and a large red curve under it. Appearing like a crudely drawn smiley face. Under his leather jacket the man wore a white hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, mostly covering his face in shadows. His face was entirely obscured by the hood, all except for several strands of greasy black hair hanging from his head.

The man had both of his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked over to the bar silently.

"Hehehe, look at that guy. Hey, Faggot! I think you made a wrong turn, the Hot Topic is down Fourth, not fifth street!" Yelled one of the at the table of gangsters as they all started to chuckle. However, the man didn't even turn to him. Like the man wasn't even there.

The dark figure soon sat at a bar table and waited. As he did, he pulled his hands out of his jacket pocket and placed them on the bar counter.

The female bartender slowly walked over to him and locked down at him. Being clearly put off by the man's appearance.

"S-Sir? What can I get for you?" Asked the bartender as she looked down at his hands. Terrified to see that his hands were all crimson red and appeared to have been burnt. But the trait about the man's hands that disturbed her the most was that on each one of the mans finger was a long sharp claw. Appearing like they belonged on a tiger or a lion of some sort.

'Uhh... Calm down, Carol... He's probably just wearing a costume of some kind. Y-Yeah, that's it.' Thought the bartender before her train of thought was broken, as the man finally started to speak.

"I want a jug of ice water... And all the meat you have." Said the man in a gravelly voice as Carol the bartender wrote down the man's first idem he asked for.

"Umm, sir, you're going to have to be specific on what type of meat you want. Do you want a burger, or some wings, or-"

"Bring me all the meat you have. Uncooked. Raw." Said the man as the woman looked at him with a slightly disgusted and frightened look.

"Are... Are you sure about that?" Asked Carol.

The man remained silent for a moment. Before the man leaned back in his bar chair and reached into his pocket. The man pulled something out before placing it on the counter top, as the man pulled his hand away it was revealed that it was a wad of one hundred dollar bills in a rubber band.

The bartenders eyes widened in shock.

"Maybe that'll help you pay off your student loan debts." Said the man, shocking the bartender even more.

"How-... How did you know-"

"I'm getting hungry." Said the man in a slightly annoyed tone. The woman picked up the wad of one hundred dollar bills, as she attempted to ignore the fact that the man somehow knew she had crippling student debts and dashed to the kitchen to make the man his order.

Only a few minutes later, the woman came back out of the kitchen as she carried a jug of water in one hand and a plate full of raw meat in the other. The meat consisted of beef, pork, and chicken. All raw, as requested.

As the bartender placed the plate in front of the dark figure, the dark figure immediately started to dig in. He ate like an animal as he easily bit through the tough meat like it was nothing. Eating everything, including the t-bones, ribeyes, and chicken bones without a problem.

The bartender attempted to look away from the man eating raw meat and continue cleaning and restocking her station.

Meanwhile, back with the table of gangsters, they turned their attention from the dark figure back to the girl as the leader, Jack, sat at her table and continued to hit on her.

"Com'on babe, just one date. One date and I'll show you the time of your life. Whattya say?"

"Please, leave me alone." Said the woman as several other gangsters got up from the table they were sitting at and stood around the table the woman was at.

"You really are acting rude lady. I mean, Jack over here has been nothing but nice to you. The least you can do is give him a chance." Said another gangster that hovered over the woman.

"Or... You just like to hurt our friend's feelings. Is that what you like to do? Break men's hearts who want to take you out? If you're gonna be rude, maybe we should be rude back." Said another gangster as he started to drag his fingers through the woman's hair in a very creepy fashion.

The bartender looked over and saw what was going on as she cleaned a glass. She developed a frightened look, as she looked at the men assaulting the woman, before she looked down under the bar counter. A sawed-off shotgun. Only used in case of extreme emergencies.

The only one who could've broken everything up is her boss, but she was the only one working for the night. She never shot a gun before, much less actually threatened a man with it. She also knew these guys were very bad news, that no doubt at least one of them carried a gun. Knowing that the outcome would most likely result in her death and the death of the girl.

But as she glanced up from the gun, she saw that the men were starting to touch her and grab at her. Becoming much less subtle in their actions.

Carol developed a worried and frightened look, as she slowly inched closer to the sawed-off shotgun. But as she wrapped her hand around the handle, the man eating raw meat at the bar counter spoke up.

"If you do that, these bastards will put a bullet through your head before you can even aim the shotgun at them. You and the girl will both die." Uttered the man just low enough so the men wouldn't hear him. But still loud enough so the bartender could hear him.

The bartender looked over at him with a scared expression.

'Oh shit... Who is this guy? Is he with those other guys too?' Thought the woman in sheer terror.

"Get out the back." Said the dark man as he glanced up at her. Giving the woman a small peak at the man's face. A very red and burnt scarred face.

"Before you leave, can you turn that up?" Asked the man as he pointed up to the TV mounted on the wall above the barcounter.

The woman gave a confused look to the man, before she did as she said and turned up the TV's volume. It was the local news channel that showed a man that was talking about a new breaking news story.

As the bartender turned around and walked through the kitchen door to leave, the dark man stared at the TV and listened to the news anchor.

"Breaking News; It appears that the violent vigilante known as the 'RedFace Killer' has struck again. One major trait that each one of the killer's victims have shared is that each victims was involved in committing a brutal crime of some kind." Said the news anchor as he read from the papers in his hands.

"The RedFace Killers latest slaying are possibly the most graphic ones yet. We will do our best to blur out the images, but I must warn you that what your about to see will be extremely graphic and disturbing. Viewers be advised." Said the news anchor as the image changed from the anchor to a female reporter standing on a road where several policemen, police cars, and yellow tape were everywhere.

"Police have come across an extremely brutal murder scene. Police have courted off the area to keep civilians away from the scene of the crime. However, we managed to get a view of the horrific scene that transpired. It seems that the RedFace Killer cut off the heads and limbs of his victims, tied them up in rope, and hung them off the side of the Fort Street–Pleasant Street and Norfolk & Western Railroad Viaduct bridge. We believe this is a form of psychological warfare. From the tattoos many of the body parts possessed, it's believed they were all a part of a major crime syndicate." Said the female reporter as the camera shots cut to the hanging body parts, however, most of them are still heavily blurred.

As the man looked up at the TV, he started to giggle to himself. As the giggle soon started to escalate into a full blown laughing fit.

Meanwhile, the thugs from the table all surrounded the woman and started to place their hands on her.

"When someone does something nice for you, you better learn how to be grateful... So, I'll ask again. Why don't you leave with us? We can still have a good time..." Said the leader; Jack, as he reached over and cupped the girls chin in a very slimy fashion.

Suddenly, the woman stood out of her chair and pulled out a small container of pepper spray. Aiming it at the man and spraying him in the face.

Sssssssssss!

"Ugh! My eyes! You fucking bitch!" Yelled Jack as he tried to rub the pepper spray out of his eyes.

That's when one of the men punched the woman, causing her to drop her pepper spray as the gangsters grabbed her and pinned her down on the table as she struggle.

"Your going to pay for that, you little bitch! Dearly...." Said Jack, the man whose face was still burning from the pepper spray as tears continued to flow from his tear ducts.

"No! No! Oh my god! No! Let me go!" Screamed the woman, as she was petrified of what the men might be planning to do to her.

"Hold her still! I wanna enjoy this..." Said Jack as he walked closer to the woman and started to undo the belt on his pants.

"NO! NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE! AAAAAHHHHH!" Screamed the woman as Jack got closer and grabbed her legs as she was held on the table by the other thugs.

But as Jack grabbed the woman's legs and dragged her closer, he and the other thugs stopped as their horrific act was halted by nearby laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A hysterical laughter rang throughout the nigh-empty bar as the statistic gangsters who were about to perform the unspeakable to an innocent woman, looked over to see the man in leather sitting at the bar counter. Stuffing his face full of raw meat and laughing through bites of it.

The men saw the TV was showing blurred images of decapitated body parts hanging from a bridge as the title below it stated that the butchered men were believed to have been connected with crime.

Virtually all the men turned their attention away from the woman, with two still holding the woman down.

The man continued to laugh hysterically, as the ringleader, Jack, and several other gangsters walked over towards the man. They soon stood next to him as he continued to look at the TV and laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Hey... Are you retarded or something? What's so fucking funny?" Asked Jack as him and his gangster buddies hovered over the man in leather, as the man's laugh continued. As if he couldn't stop.

"Hey, cocksucker. The man just asked you a question. What are you, retarded and deaf?" Asked another man who shoved the man in leather. However, the man in leather didn't look back. He only continued to laugh.

The men looked back up at the TV and saw the headline of the RedFaced killer slayings yet again.

"Hehehe... Looks like were dealing with a fucking wacko here... I guess we have a fan of the RedFaced killer. You think it's funny that he's killing people, dipshit? That's pretty fucked up... Hehehe, maybe we should teach this fucking mongoloid a lesson. What do you think, boys?" Asked one of the men as the men all grunted in agreement as the leather man's laughter started to slowly subside, until it was nothing but a psychotic chuckle.

Jack reached forward, and pushed the plate of raw meat off the counter top. Causing it to fall and smash on the ground.

"And it looks like he's a fucking ghoul too... What kind of fucking animal eats raw meat? I'll tell ya who... One that should be taught a hard lesson." Said the man as he pulled out a pistol and started waving it in the air, even waving it in front of the man in leathers face. Hoping to intimidate him, or get some sort of reaction other then laughter out of him.

But even though the man clearly saw the gun, he just continued giggling to himself. Several of the thugs realized something was clearly wrong with the man, and very slightly backed off. However, most of the men didn't back off. But only became more intense.

"SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCKING WINDOW LICKER! What the fuck is so fucking funny?!" Yelled Jack as he pushed the man in leather off of his chair and to the floor.

Crack!

"Fucking freak!" Uttered one of the gangsters as the man in leather continued to chuckle to himself while he was on the floor.

"Hehehehe..." The man in leather turned back around and stood back up. He didn't necessarily tower over the gangsters. But he was still pretty tall.

"What are you gonna do faggot? Are you trying to scare us, or do you just wanna suck our dicks?" Asked Jack as the man in leather turned towards him. His pulled up hoodie hid most of his face. All except for his eyes.

Krunch!

Rippp!..

"Aaaaahhh!" Jack screamed and backed off after the man in leather quickly leaned forward and bit down on the man's nose. The man's razor-like teeth easily sliced through the man's nose and ripped it off as Jack stumbled back into his friends.

Jack held his face with both hands as blood flowed down his hands and face like a fountain. He didn't feel anything on his face. He looked back up to see that his nose was in the man's mouth as the man smiled down at him.

"Hey... What do you call a man with no body and no nose?" Asked the man in a slightly muffled tone before turning and spitting the bloody severed nose on the bar counter.

"NOBODY NOSE! Hahahahaha!" Laughed the man in leather as one of the thugs looked over and grabbed the half-empty jug of water nearby.

"Fuck you, you crazy fuck!"

Krash!

The glass jug shattered as the man in leather's hood was removed. He looked back at the thugs that stood before him and smiled at them. They finally got a clear look at his face.

The man's skin was crimson red and leathery, like he was a burn or acid victim. He had long greasy black hair, and razor sharp teeth that heavily resembled that of a sharks. Blood dripped from his mouth as shards of glass were embedded in several parts of his face.

RedFace reached up and pulled a large piece of broken glass out of his face. Barely even flinching as he tossed the shard away and the wound seemed to heal rapidly.

"If you're not going to use your hands properly, then you just lost privilege to them." Said RedFace as he quickly dashed forward at incredible speeds as he grabbed the man by both arms and held him up.

RIP!

"AAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHHH!"

Before suddenly ripping both of the man's arms off. Causing the man to scream in agony as he fell to the ground and blood spilt everywhere.

"HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK!!" Screamed one of the thugs as all the thugs in the bar were hyper focused on the monster in front of them. Even the men who were originally holding the woman down let go by the sheer horror of the situation. The woman took advantage of the situation as she dashed out of the bar as fast and as far as her legs could take her.

"Fuck you!" Yelled one of the men as he swung a pool cue at RedFace's head.

Crack!

Only for the cue to instantly snap on contact. RedFace turned back to the man and dashed over to him. RedFace grabbed the man by the throat, and instantly tore out his stringy bloody neck flesh.

Ripp!

The man gargled blood before RedFace kicked the man to the ground. The psychopath soon spun the broken pool cue around to it's broken sharpened end. He let out a small laugh before he placed his boot on the injured thug.

RedFace soon stabbed the sharpened pool cue through the man's eye and out the back of his skull

Skit!

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Screamed one of the remaining thug as RedFace looked back up to see that one of the men were trying to make a break for the exit.

RedFace jumped through the air, as he started running on all fours like an animal at high speeds.

The second the man looked back, RedFace jumped on top of him as he started sinking his razor sharp teeth deep into his skull.

"FUCK! FUCK! HELP! HELP! HELLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Screamed the thug as RedFace bit through a large portion of the man's skull and tore it out.

Pow! Pow! Pow! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several bullets hit RedFace as he barely flinched. RedFace halted his assault on the man as he got up and turned around to see one of the thugs still shooting at him from behind the bar counter.

RedFace walked over to the bar counter, only for one of the remaining thug to run up at RedFace and stab him in the chest with a survival knife.

Skit!

Both men stopped and stared at each other for a moment. RedFace looked down to see the survival knife was in his chest sideways, between two ribs.

"He.... Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

RedFace laughed as he grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out of his chest.

As RedFace looked back up, he saw that his horrified assailant took several steps back. He dashed up to him and stabbed the knife through the man's chin as the tip of the blade exited through the top of the man's head.

Shunt!

The man gargled up blood, as RedFace pulled the knife forward with surprising force. Slicing through the bulk of the man's skull until the blade exited through his face.

Splorch!

As the knife exited, the man's head was completely cut down the middle. Showing off bone, gray matter, and other tissue as the man fell to the floor dead.

"Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Goddamnit!" Cursed one of the last gangsters who ducked behind the bar as he reloaded his pistol.

The man remained quiet for a moment, listening closely for any sign of the man getting closer. Sweat started to pour down the man's face as he could barely stop himself from shaking.

Several moments of silence passed, as the man took several deep breaths, before sticking his head out from behind the bar counter and aiming his gun. Only to see nobody.

His eyes scanned the room to see any sign of the redfaced man. But, he still saw nothing.

The man started to slowly, but surely, calm down as he took a small breath of relief.

Crack!

"Aaaaaggghhh!" Screamed the man in pain as one of RedFace's hands popped up from the other side of the bar counter and squeezed the man's wrist with such force he instantly snapped it.

RedFace peaked his head from the other side of the bar to look at the pained man. Suddenly with inhuman strength, RedFace swung the man out from behind the bar counter, over his head, and into a table behind him. Breaking it.

Woosh!

Crash!

The man lied there in pain. Before he could regain his bearings, RedFace reached down as dug his talon-like claws deep into the man's chest and lifted him up off the ground with one hand.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please, let me go! I have a family! Please!" Begged the man with absolute terror sketched across his face.

The man's chest was burning like he was being burnt by white hot fire. The claws were deep in his chest and hooked into his flesh, like each one of them were mini-meat hooks.

"You have a family? You mean like that old girlfriend of yours had when you shoved her down the stairs? Or what about that one man who borrowed money from you asswipes? What about when you and your boyfriends murdered him and his family for not paying you back in time? You did all of that with a smile on your face... Why aren't you smiling now?" Asked RedFace as the man stared at him with a look of utter shock and terror.

"How- How did you know all of tha-AAAAAHHHHHHH! AAAHHHH!" The man's sentence was interrupted as his claws slightly grew in size inside the man's chest as he screamed louder.

"I can see every single sin you've ever committed..."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! GOD! PLEASE JUST LET ME GO! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Begged the man as RedFace pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the man's face.

"Open your mouth..." The man stared at RedFace in silence with a horrified expression for a moment, before obeying the man and opening his mouth as the barrel of the gun was stuck in his open mouth.

The man started to sob and started to speak, even with the barrel of the gun still in his mouth.

"See? I did wha yo sai... Ca yo le mi go no-" Bang!

Thump!

RedFace retracted his claws from the thugs chest as the man fell to the floor. Dead and motionless.

"Hehehe..." Chuckled RedFace before placing the gun back in it's holster.

"Now, where was I? Oh, that's right." Said RedFace as he turned around to see Jack, who's nose was still missing from his face, trembled in the corner of the bar on the ground. Staring at RedFace with glassy terrified eyes.

"Wha- Wha- What are you going to do to me!?" Asked Jack as he tried to cover up the fountains of blood that was still pouring from the massive wound on his face.

RedFace tilted his head and showed off a toothy grin. Before lifting his left foot up and bringing it down on Jack's face. Knocking the man out.

Unknown - Detroit (Elsewhere...)

Jack woke up and opened his eyes, only to realize he was blindfolded. Jack tried to move, only to find out that his arms and legs were strapped down to a chair. Jack tried to struggle and break free out of panic, but that's when he stopped and remembered what happened.

He couldn't feel his nose. It was torn off of his face, and he couldn't feel it anymore. In fact, he couldn't feel most of the front of his face. It was numb.

"Hey, you up yet, sleeping beauty?"

Slap!

"Can you feel that? You shouldn't. I injected your facial area with a numbing agent. Since your nose is missing, I can't have you pass out from sheer pain." Said RedFace as he hovered over the criminal.

"Course I had to bandage that up too. I couldn't let you pass out or die due to blood loss. I still need you... For the moment, at least..."

"Wha-Wha-What the fuck is this!? Do you know who I am!? You don't know who your fucking with you stupid cocksucker! My guys are gonna hunt you down and the cops are gonna find your fucking head in a public toilet! You hear me, asshole!? YOUR FUCKING DEAD! DEAD!" Yelled the man in panic, fear, and anger as RedFace merely smiled down at him. What Jack didn't see, is RedFace pulling out a pair of hedge clippers as he closed the blades on his left pointer finger.

Krrrrrak!

"AAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!" Screamed the man as his left pointer finer fell to the floor.

"You want to still act like an idiot and loose nine more?" Asked RedFace as he grabbed the man by the throat and held him in a vice-like grip.

"Your going to tell me everything I want to know about your operations. I know your not the head capo here. Your going to tell me who he is, where I can find him, and every little detail about your operations. Your boss is the main trafficker of firearms, dope, and humans. If you cooperate, maybe I'll let you go to your nice safe home. Where your baggy of Vaseline is tucked safely under your bed waiting for you."

"Fuck you!"

Crack!

RedFace smacked the man with so much force, it knocked out nine broken bloody teeth that splattered all over the ground.

"Now, tell me who your boss is, and wherever he's hanging out at." Demanded RedFace as Jack spat up some blood.

"Your gonna kill me anyway, cocksucker..." Growled Jack as RedFace as he held up the hedge cutters and cut off Jack's thumb.

Krak!

"AAAAHHHH! FUCK! GOD, FUCK!" Screamed Jack in absolute agony.

"Tell me, I can make this as painful or as peaceful as I want. I can put a bullet through your head, or I can keep chopping off body parts until there's nothing left. Your choice." Said RedFace as he waited for Jack's response.

"... A-Alright! Fine! H-His name is Adam Bianchi! L-Like you just said, he's manages most of the drugs, guns, and human slave trade in and out of the city! All under Roberto Brambilla! O-Over the years... Roberto managed to unite most, if not all the crime families in Detroit. That includes the Irish, the Russians, the Mexicans, the Blacks, even the fucking Skinheads!" Uttered Jack as a moment of silence passed between RedFace and Jack.

Krak!

"JESUS FUCK!"

"Keep talking..." Growled RedFace as Jack started to panic and hyperventilate.

"God damnit! Adam usually hangs out in a night club on the other side of the city! It's called Serenity! He hangs out in the VIP area with guards all around him! Jesus Christ! That's all I know I swear! I swear! I swear!" Yelled Jack desperately as another long pause of silence passed.

"I-... I did what you said. I told you what you wanted to know... Your gonna let me go now, right?" Asked Jack as RedFace looked down at him, and dropped the hedge clippers.

"Sure. I mean, you have killed over a dozen innocent people, sold drugs to adults and kids, raped fourteen women, and was about to rape another woman not even an hour ago... But sure, I'll let you go." Said RedFace as he grabbed Jack's blindfold and pulled it off.

Jack looked around, to his shock and surprise as he saw that he was outside in a dark trainyard.

"What? Did you think you were in a warehouse or something? No. I mean, I you DO have a train to catch."

As Jack was about to ask what RedFace meant by that, his heart stopped as he heard the sound of a rumbling train.

Chugga! Chugga! Chugga! Chugga! Chugga! Chugga!

"Oh... Shit..." Uttered Jack as he glanced down and saw the train tracks, before looking back up to see the blinding light of the train's front light charging straight towards him.

Meanwhile, RedFace stood on the sidelines and watches with a massive smile on his face. Jack turned to him and started to yell his very last words.

"YOU EVIL FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING PSYCHO! I'M GONNA FU-"

SPLAT!

Instantly, the train obliterated Jack as is splattered his body into thousands of pieces as limbs, chunks of flesh, and bones started flying everywhere.

The breaks on the train were soon hit too little too late, as the blood stained train started to slowly stop.

Serenity NightClub - Downtown Detroit

Within the Serenity Night Club, the music was blaring, neon technicolored lights were flashing all over the place as around a hundred people were either dancing or hanging out as they drink.

On the third level balcony of the night club was where the VIP area was.

There, Adam Bianchi sat with his buddies in front of a glass table with mounds and lines of coke on it. Adam's buddies were drinking and laughing. Over half of them had half naked women sitting on their laps. Either making out with them or had their heads hung back with open mouth smiles on their faces, as those women gave them blowjobs.

Adam himself had a woman sitting on his lap as he took a shot of whisky. After he started to make out with his respective prostitute.

"Adam, we have a serious problem. More of our guys have started to demand a larger cut of the pay. That includes a cut of the drug money, the arms dealing, and all of our other ventures. They're either starting to demand a larger cut for being on the streets or just started skipping town. Apparently their all scared shitless of the RedFaced killer." Said one of Adam's buddies as Adam turned away from the whore on his lap and paid attention to his lieutenant.

"Look, I want you to tell those cocksuckers that if they have a problem, if their all wasting their time pissing their pants because of some fucking wackjob who got a lucky kill a few times, they can take it up with me! Those stupid little fucks still work for Roberto, and in turn, they work for me! Unless their retarded little crackhead friends want to see their headless bodies tossed in to some dumpster, they better straighten the fuck up!" Growled Adam as one of his friends started to sniff a line of coke off of the glass table.

"Okay, and what do you want us to do about the psycho who's been killing our guys?"

"Shoot the fucker in the head! What else do you fucking think!?" Yelled Adam as the whore on Adam's lap turned to him.

"Wait, from what I heard, the guy has some kind of Overhuman abilities. That he can heal really fast. I don't think shooting him is going to do it." Said the whore as Adam turned to the woman with a hatful glare.

"Who asked you, you fucking stupid cumdump? Your job is to shut the fuck up and do what I fucking pay you, bitch!" Yelled Adam in a high state, as he wiped off white powder off of his nose.

"Fuck you, you needle-dick asshole!" Yelled the woman.

Smack!

Adam smacked her in the face and knocked her off of his lap.

"Shut the fuck up and bring me another fucking drink!" Yelled Adam as the woman stood back up and walked away, rubbing the bruise on her cheek.

As Adam turned to his body, ready to tell him something else. He stopped as he looked over and saw a dark unknown figure walk over to the VIP area.

As the dark figure got closer, his path to the VIP section was blocked off by one of Adam's thugs. The music was too loud, as Adam could barely hear what his thug was saying.

However, he believed he said something on the lines of 'Get the fuck out of here before I break your fucking legs!'

The man smiled, as he lifted his foot and stomped it on the man's knee. Forcing it to bend the other way.

Crack!

"Auggghh!" As the man screamed, RedFace swung his clawed hand at the thug's face. Not only slashing off chunks of flesh off of his face, like chunks of skin, a nose, an eyeball, and chunks of muscle. But also bits of bone. Practically destroying the man's face with one swipe.

RedFace soon grabbed the man's head and slammed his head down on the metal handrail.

Clang!

Caving in the man's head before tossing the thug aside.

"Fuck him up!" Yelled another thug as the thugs start racing up to RedFace with guns, knives, and bats, as RedFace easily starts slaughtering them all.

Crack!

RedFace knocks one of the thugs heads off of his shoulders with one claw swipe.

Crack!

RedFace grabs another thug's swung bat in mid-air, as RedFace tosses the bat aside and rips his clawed hang through the thug's abdomen.

Blat!

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Screamed several of the woman as it started a stampede in the club as the people who were closest to the action started to scream and run away.

Most other people didn't even notice due to the flashing lights and the loud blaring music.

Another thug slashed at RedFaces face with a knife, making the maniac stumble back a bit. The thug attempted to thrust the knife into RedFace's chest, only for RedFace to quickly step aside, grab the man's arm, and rip it off of his body.

Riip!

"Aaaahhhh! AHHHHHH!" Screamed the thug as RedFace quickly swung the arm as his own demented blunt weapon as he bashed the thug in the face and knocked him off the balcony.

Cok-Cok! Pow!

RedFace suddenly stumbled back as a shotgun blast hit him in the chest. RedFace looked up to see a thug walk up to him with a shotgun.

Cok-Cok! Bang!

RedFace was shot in the head, as fragments of the psychopath's head were evaporated as RedFace was knocked to the ground.

Cok-Cok! Bang!

The thug fired once more into RedFace's chest, creating a bloody five inch long hole in his abdomen. RedFace only chuckled as he stood back up.

"Hehehehe..." The thug backed off and looked on with terror, as RedFace with a massive hole in his torso, and 10% of his head missing, it regenerated as RedFace cracked his neck.

RedFace suddenly lunged forward and picked the thug up by sinking his claws into his chest, as he pulls back his free right hand and started violently stabbing him in the crouch with his free hand. Until his bloody claws stuck out of the rear end of his bloody abdomen.

RedFace soon picked up the shotgun and turned to the remaining bodyguards and other high ranking gangsters hanging around with Adam.

Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang!

RedFace unleashed five shotgun blasts that splattered a part of a gangsters head, hit another gangster in the chest, blew off the head of another gangster, blew off the face of a body guard, and shot another gangster in the leg.

The gangster tried to crawl away as RedFace stood over him and aimed the barrel of the gun only a few inches away from the man's face.

Click!

The gun ran out of bullets. RedFace quickly looked at the gun in an examining fashion before he raised his right foot.

"Oh, please, Jesus don't-!"

Splat!

Crushing the scumbags head like a rotten tomato.

As RedFace turned his boot up to see how much of the gangster's brain got stuck to the bottom of his shoe, he saw out of the side view of his vision that Adam Bianchi himself tried to run away.

RedFace quickly pulled out a survival knife and tossed the blade through the air. Instantly embedding itself into Adam's back, knocking the capo to the ground.

As Adam tried to crawl away, RedFace stopped by the glass table that still had piles of coke on it, as he dragged the bottom of his boot against the edge of the table. Getting rid of the leftover gray matter on his shoe.

"I hope this won't stain them. They're my favorite pair of boots." Said RedFace before finally walking over to the thug.

He reached down and picked up the thug by the neck as he held him on the air.

"Let me go you fucking cocksucker! Do you have any fucking idea how much you just fucked up tonight!? Your fucking dead! You won't last the fucking night! The second they find out I'm missing, they'll send guys to look for me and they'll fuck you! You get me!?" Yelled Adam in a desperate attempt to cover up the immense fear he is feeling.

"I see every sin you've ever made... I see all the pain and suffering you've ever inflicted on everyone you came into contact with. I'm not just going to kill you, I'm going to make an example out of you." Said RedFace, as he used his free hand to punch the thug and knock him out.

Pow!

Unknown - Detroit

Adam Bianchi groaned in pain, as he opened up his eyes and awoke. He instantly found out that he was upside down and completely naked. His hands were tied behind his back with ducktape and his legs were tied up with chains.

As he looked around and looked up, he saw that the chains around his legs were hooked onto an old, rusty meathook. The man realized he was in some rusty old room with a single light in it.

"Where... Where am I? What happened?" Asked Adam in a drowsy state, before he looked over and saw a man standing over a table.

The man had long greasy black hair and crimson crispy skin. It was RedFace. But instead of wearing his usual leather jacket and hoodie, he was wearing a white surgical apron and wore a pair of yellow latex gloves.

"Hey! Where am I!? Where the fuck am I!? I know you can hear me, asshole! Fucking answer me!" Yelled the man, before he suddenly stopped as he got a look at what RedFace was looking at on the table.

RedFace was looking over a book about human anatomy, with a large and detailed sketch of the human body. Next to it was another open book, but this one had a black and white medieval sketch of man being skinned alive.

"Oh, Jesus... Jesus fucking Christ... Look, you need me! I know ALL of Roberto Brambilla's operations! I can tell you everything! Alright?" Negotiated the man, realizing that he was staring death in the face.

"Hey! Do you hear me!? I said you need me! Y-Your trying to take down the mob, right? I'll give you whatever info you want! I'll give you every fucking penny in my checking and saving accounts! Just get me the fuck out of here!" Begged Adam as RedFace reached over and picked up a phone, holding it in the air and shaking it a bit. Adam then realized it was his phone.

"I don't need you. You put every last bit of info you have on your phone. Not very smart." RedFace said as he placed the phone back on the table and looked over to another nearby table that had a series of knives of varying different sizes.

However each blade was old, rusty, and appeared remarkably dull. RedFace picked up one of the blades and started to examine it.

"Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Look, I'll give you whatever you want! I have over a million dollars in my bank account! It's all yours! Just let me go and I swear! I swear you'll never see my face again! Please god!" Yelled Adam as RedFace placed the rusty blade down and walked over to another corner of the room.

As Adam looked, he saw that RedFace set up a camera that lit up with a blinking red light on the corner of it.

"W-What are you doing!? Jesus! Look, I'm sorry! Okay! I'm sorry for all the shit I did! I swear it was nothing but business! I didn't mean any harm!" Screamed Adam as he started to tear up and sob. Realizing he was going to face and extremely painful end.

"Is that what you said to your victims? The people who overdosed and died? The men that you murdered for money? The men, women, and children that died from your firearms? You didn't mean any harm?" Asked RedFace in a dead tone of voice with practically no emotion emitting off of it.

RedFace turned back to the camera as he bent over and spoke to it.

"You will not be tolerated any more..."

RedFace turned back around as he walked back over to the table and picked up a rusty scalpel.

"No! No! No! Nooooo! Please! Don't do it! Please!" Screamed Adam as RedFace walked up to him and held the thrashing man still.

RedFace soon plunged his blade into the man's side as he started to drag downwards. Tearing skin along the way, due to the rusty nature of the knife.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Downtown Detroit - Detroit

Over a dozen police cars were parked all around a pair of buildings with yellow tape and officers guarding the alleyway between both buildings.

As cops and detectives walked in and out of the alleyway, trying to cover it up and keep the public away from the morbid crime scene in the alleyway.

A cop car soon drove up to the crime scene and stopped. As the driver's door opened up, a blond woman in her late 20's stepped out of the car. She wore a white dress shirt with a DPD patch on the right side with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, long blue jeans, reflective sunglasses, and a gun holster mounted on the side of her chest.

She shut the door and took several steps forward before adjusting her sunglasses.

"Come on, rookie... I don't have all day." Said the woman in an annoyed tone as the passenger door to the car opened up and shut.

A dark haired man in his early 20's stepped out of the car. He wore an DPD Police uniform and had a very disorganized and worried look on his face. He closed the car door and walked up besides the woman.

"Sorry, Detective Ripley." Stated the younger male cop as Detective Ripley glanced back at the rookie. Despite the two only being a few years apart in age, it was very clear by first glance that the older woman; Detective Ripley was far more experienced and higher up in rank then the rookie.

"For the last time, Andy, just call me Jane." Stated Jane as she started to walk towards the alleyway.

"By the way, tuck your shirt in, Edwards." Said Jane as Andy stopped and quickly tucked in his shirt with an embarrassed look on his face.

"So... Uhh, do you really think this is the work of the RedFaced killer?" Asked Andy as the two cops slowly walked into the alleyway.

"I don't know... It seems like this city just gets crazier and crazier every day. Are you sure your ready for this, Edwards? Because many of the murders here in Detroit, especially from the RedFaced killer, are all extremely gruesome." Warned Jane.

"I mean, my training in the homicide unit has given me everything I need in order to handle the worst murders imaginable. I think I'll be fine." Replied Andy.

"You haven't seen jack until you've seen the real underbelly of Detroit, kid. Just watch your step." Warned Jane yet again as they finally approached the crime scene.

Detective Jane and Officer Andy stopped as they looked up to see a skinless body strung up on the wall. Blood was smeared all over the brick wall with a pair of knives sticking out of the skinless corpses eye sockets. Finally, a message was smeared on the wall in the man's blood.

The message read 'Now THAT is funny!' in messily written words before it was ended with a massive sinister crossed eyed smiley face painted right under the message.

"Oh, Jesus Christ! Bluuggghh!" Uttered Andy in disgust as he turned away and vomited a little on the floor.

"Keep it together, Rookie Andy. You'll get used to it, eventually." Said Jane with a hint of disgust in her own voice.

The two cops soon turned to Officer two men standing nearby. One of them was a overweight balding middle aged man named Doctor Joseph Torres. The second one was a slightly heavier middle aged man with a mustache and an annoyed expression named Police Chief Dennis Hoffman.

"Ripley! Get over here, what was the hold up?" Asked Chief Hoffman as Detective Ripley and Rookie Andy walked over to the two men.

"Sorry chief, traffic." Said Ripley with a smirk.

"Yeah, it's traffic every fucking day with you..." Replied Hoffman with an annoyed look before turning back to Doctor Torres.

"Alright, so what happened here?" Asked Ripley as she glanced back up at the skinned man.

"Welp, through DNA and dental records, we discovered it was Adam Bianchi. It was heavily rumored that he was one of the top capos for the mob in Detroit. He was put on trial several times for accusations of drug trafficking, murder, rape, etc. But the witnesses always 'mysteriously' went missing each and every time." Stated Doctor Torres as all four looked back up at the dangling body.

"At least it's not anybody who will be missed." Said Andy as he avoided looking back up at the dead body. Trying to avoid getting sick again.

"Asshole or not, it's still a crime. Now get your head in the game, rookie." Ordered Chief Hoffman as Andy Edwards straightened up for a moment with a look of nervousness on his face.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Knock it off, Chief. If it's any consolation, I think the piece of shit deserved to die too. Although, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna do my job to find this guy." Said Ripley as she placed her hand on her hip.

"Shut your mouth, Ripley! You only speak when I say you can, this is the work of that RedFaced killer. So don't fuck around and act like a smartass! Got it?" Asked Hoffman as he pointed his finger at Ripley who gave a mock salute.

"Sir, yes, sir." Mocked Ripley.

But before Hoffman could yell at her some more, the Doctor Torres spoke back up.

"Yes, anyway... It was obvious that the victim was skinned alive. And from the wounds and precisions made on the man's body, he was skinned with dull instruments which made the skinning process far more painful. We also found trace fragments of rusty metal in the man's blood. Meaning he was intentionally skinned alive with dull rusty instruments to make the death of the victim far more painful." Stated the mortician as he read from a chart.

"Any other clues, like traces of the killers hair, skin samples, foot prints, anything like that?" Asked Ripley as the mortician shrugged.

"The forensic investigators are still working on it. But from all of the RedFaced killers murders in the past, he has a habit of leaving too much evidence, yet none at all. The only piece of evidence we have is the method of murder and the message. The only other explanation I can think of is a copycat killer, but I seriously doubt it." Said the mortician as Chief Hoffman shook his head in anger.

"Fucking hell, the mayor and the city council has been breathing down my neck to track down this RedFaced killer for the past nine months... And still got nothing but jack shit. Originally he was just killing off small time drug dealers, pimps, and a few murderers here and there. But now he's getting bolder." Stated Hoffman in annoyance.

"That's why I'm putting you and the rookie on the task of taking down this killer. Take this fuck down and toss him in a cage where he belongs." States Hoffman as Ripley and Edwards' eyes both widen in surprise.

"Excuse me, sir? I just thought I was told to come to get a little more experience. I mean, I'd jump at the chance to get some serious work done. But I don't know if I'm ready to be tasked with trying to track and take down one of the most dangerous serial killers in the history of Detroit." Said Rookie Andy as Hoffman shot him an annoyed look.

"I've seen your work from the academy, your grade average for figuring out complex problems is astounding. Not to mention we're in Detroit, the rest of the force is busy with dealing with the rampant amount of crime sweeping over the city. You have no choice, your going to work with Detective Ripley and help bring this cocksucker down! Got me?!" Yelled the Chief as Rookie Andy nodded his had.

"But sir, I don't think I'm really-"

"Save it!" Yelled Hoffman in annoyance.

"You'll both be put on the case to take down the RedFaced killer. But it won't be just you two." Chief Hoffman said as both cops shot the man a confused look.

"What do you mean? Who else are you putting on the case?" Asked Ripley in confusion as Chief Hoffman pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Where the hell were you last week when I made the announcement? We're getting a special agent from the FBI who specializes in hunting down rogue criminals. The Federal government is forcing me to put him on the case with both of you." Said Chief Hoffman as he blew a cloud of smoke.

"Okay, so what's the mystery man's name?" Asked Jane as a voice spoke up from behind her. Causing her and everyone else to turn to see.

"My name is Brandon Law."

Everyone managed to get a good view of the specialist as he walked up to them. The man had to be somewhere in his 60's, or possibly a man in his 30's or 40's who was aged by a vast amount of stress. His hair was combed back and his face was covered in wrinkled and several deep, nasty, scars. The deep scars covered his lower face, one nasty scar on the side of Brandon's head, a nasty scar across the bridge of his nose, and an extremely nasty scar running down his left eye. The man wore black pants, black shoes, a white button up shirt with a black tie, and a light brown overcoat.

"Agent Brandon Law, your late." Hissed Hoffman over his cigarette as Brandon gave the man an apathetic look.

"Police Chief Hoffman, I'm not one of your lackeys. I'm here on strict business to find a criminal that you were too incompetent to find. So please, store the attitude." Replied Brandon as he walked past Hoffman and started to examine the crime scene.

All Hoffman could do was glare at Agent Brandon Law, fearing that since he is a high ranking federal agent, he could easily speak to his higher ups and get him fired. All he could do was glare at the man.

Brandon Law stood in front of the wall that had the skinless body hanging from it and the message written by RedFace in the victim's blood.

"I read the RedFace killer's file. He only kills criminals, drug dealers, pimps, gangbangers, serial killers, etc. He has never killed a single innocent person, ever. Many of his murders have also been committed with guns and explosives, the missing money that was found missing from his dead victims more then likely went to those. If he was another rising kingpin in Detroit's underworld, we would know by now. But he's not. He's a man out for revenge. He doesn't want power. He wants blood."

"No offense, Mister Law, but we already know all of this. Besides, we still couldn't track him down nor trace where the bullets he got came from. So, what is your point here?" Asked Jane as she adjusted her sunglasses.

"My point is that this is typical Psychological Warfare. Just like the murders on the bridge last night, this is meant to send a message. He's developed a massive hard-on for crime in general. Mostly going after the worst of the worst. This man was a human trafficker after all. He's not going to stop until every criminal he ever finds is dead. He may even start to branch out from Detroit to continue on in his mission." Said Brandon as he turned his attention away from the wall and back to the people next to him.

"And... What mission is that exactly?" Asked Rookie Andy.

"To murder as many criminals as humanly possible." Said Law as he walked away from the crime scene and back to the mortician, the Chief, Jane, and Andy.

"I need everything you have on him. Every photo, every eye witness, every piece of DNA, EVERYTHING. If we're going to catch him, we need to place all of our cards on the table." Said Brandon as he, Jane, and Andy all glanced back up at the message on the wall.

'Now THAT is funny!'

Glorioso Tower- Downtown Detroit

On the top floor of Glorioso Tower in the middle of Downtown Detroit was a massive dark yet stylized room with a massive long marble table sitting in the middle of the room.

Many different men dressed in nice suits sat at the table, however at the end of the table sat an elderly, yet intimidating man. The man himself was surprisingly fit, even though he was clearly in his mid 90's to mid 80's. The man has balding white hair and a white mustache. The man wore an exquisite suit, a black suit with red patterns on it and a scarlet tie.

He sat there and watched along with the rest of the Brambilla crime family on a screen at the other end of the room the video's RedFace sent in.

"YOU EVIL FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING PSYCHO! I'M GONNA FU-"

SPLAT!

The snuff film showed the gangster Jack getting hit and splattered by a train. Several of the men at the table turned away and vomited at the sight of it, while others just looked on with disgust, hatred, and terror

"You will not be tolerated any more..."

The film moved on to RedFace's next snuff film, as it showed RedFace walking over to the hanging up side down body of one of Roberto Brambilla's best capo's, as RedFace started to slowly and painfully skin Adam Bianchi alive.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Turn that shit off." Growled Roberto as the video was shut off as the overhead lights started to turn back on.

"Sir! There's still something else he sent to us. A brief case. We'll get someone to see if it's safe to open or-"

"Bring me the brief case." Growled Roberto with a cold look of fury with his fingers intertangled with each other.

"B-But, sir! We have no idea whats in there. It could be a bomb or-"

"Johnson... You know I hate repeating myself, so I'll say it again. Bring me the fucking case, or I'm gonna put a bullet in your fucking skull." Hissed Roberto as Johnson nodded his head as he got up from the chair he was sitting at and walked out of the room.

A moment later, Johnson returned with what appeared to be an old yet average brown brief case. Johnson walked to the far end of the table as he placed the brown suit case down in front of him.

"Are you sure we have to be in the same room with you, Pops? I mean, if it IS a bomb-" Roberto's son, Albert, was interrupted by his father.

"Stop being a pussy, Albert." Roberto said as he opened up the locks on the brief case and slowly opened it up.

All the members at the table backed off, bracing for some kind of explosion. However, there was none.

But as everyone was about to sigh in relief, they were all immediately hit by a pungent, disgusting odor that flowed out of the brief case. The smell of rotting flesh absolutely drenched the entire room.

"Jesus, what the fuck is that!?" Yelled one of the men at the table as Roberto stared down at the contents of the brief case with a thousand yard stare.

It was the skin of Adam Bianchi. The man's skin looked just like a neatly folded article of clothing. The face of the removed organ still had the expression of utter pain and terror it had when RedFace was pealing the skin off of the criminal.

Roberto's face soon drifted upwards towards the internal top part of the brief case. Scrawled on it in red paint that Roberto could easily read was the message 'YoUR nExT!'

"Fucking hell! Is that Adam's- Bluuggghhh!" Uttered one of the men at the table as several men at the table turned away and vomited or dry heaved.

"We're gonna nail this fucking psycho to the wall!" Yelled one of the men at the table.

"I'm gonna rip that fucker apart with my bare hands!" Yelled another man at the table as others yelled out similar sentiments.

"Mister Brambilla, what are your orders?" Asked one of the other men at the table, as Roberto looked up from the morbid briefcase and looked back at his men.

"We're going to be calm about this, this is just one guy. One guy. But we're not going to be a bunch of goddamn children and run in gung ho. We're going to be smart about this. The calmer we are, the more focused we are, the more focused we are, the sooner we'll trap this fucker and gut him. This is war."