The rise of the King cobra

It's been a few hours since I have arrived at my home, and I was currently making some dinner for me and David.

Since I didn't know where Gloria was, I had to wait for him to wake up. Luckily, it didn't last long when I heard the sound of shoes running.

But when I heard it approaching me, I was prepared this time. I instantly turned around and avoided his kick, while throwing a punch on his stomach.

As my fist made contact on his stomach, he was sent flying back. Landing on the floor on his side, while clutching his stomach and coughing.

Now, you may be wondering, where are the snakes at? Since I am living a double life, I had them hide away, I didn't want him knowing who I was.

"That is for kicking me in public." I said and continued to make dinner, I heard him cough a few more times and soon he began to stand.

"I-I don't give a f-fuck you g-gonk!" He struggled to stand up, stumbling his way towards me.

I only sighed and held his face, preventing him to move forward. He tried to pry my arms off him, but I tilted my wrist forward, forcing him to land on his knees.

"I admire your resolve to keep fighting, to rush in towards the danger." I punched him in the chest once again, causing him to kneel over.

"Even when the odds are against you." I then lifted him up, where he was on his knees, looking at me with hatred.

"But…" I then pressed my finger on his shoulder, causing him shout in pain, he tried to pry my hand away, but it was in vain.

"You need to understand that brute force is not always the answer." I said and released his shoulder.

"T-that don't mean shi- augh!" I slammed my fist on his chest again, causing him to land on his back.

I then hoisted him over my shoulder and placed him on my couch, letting him take a few minutes to rest.

"It dosent matter whether you are trying to use brute force, or intelligence, both are used when fighting, to plan and to think of a counter attack." I explained and placed two plates on the coffee table in front of him.

I grabbed one of them and began to enjoy the food I made, chewing it and pointed my spoon at him.

"David, so you know why I let you hit me?" He looked at me in confusion, but soon forced himself to sit up.

"Because you're the kind of guy to try and scam people?" I could only look at him in disappointment and a higher.

"Because I wanted you to underestimate me." I corrected him, seeing him still confused, I decided to explain more.

"Let's say we are in a fight, and the only weapon in my hand is this spoon." I held up the spoon in front of him.

"Well, I'd say your a gonk, how can a spoon be threatening?" I soon leaped over the coffee table and quickly wrapped my arm around his neck.

He tried to push my arm off, but when I kicked his legs forward, I stepped on them while holding the spoon over his eyes.

"The spoon can be used to scoop your eyes out, rendering you blind." I then held the end of the spoon and placed it against the neck.

"Applying enough force, or sharpening it like a knife, I can slit your throat." I continued to explain.

The second I released him, he pushed me off me. Fixing his shirt, he sat back down and grabbed the spoon to eat the food I made him.

"So? I won't be always having a spoon on me." I only sighed at how close minded he is, and widened my arms.

"Look around us, and tell me what you see." He was about to speak, but I held up my hand.

"Don't bother, you'll just say, it's nothing but furniture or glass." He nodded at my assumption.

"David, anything can be used as a weapon, a metal pipe, a wooden stake, a fucking pencil." I emphasized each object.

"You just need to think on how to use it, so what if a man has an implant to protect him from bullets? Can he protect himself when an explosive device is forced into his mouth?" He shook his head at my question.

"So what if a person can increase their speed, use oil, soap, or anything that can reduce the friction to make them slip." He began to look at the ground and think, I could hear the gears turning in his head.

"So if a person had mantis blades, make them follow you in a narrow corridor?" I smiled and nodded my head.

"Yes, the mantis blades are versatile, but when in an enclosed area, say a narrow hallway, or a room filled with large objects, they won't have space." I answered.

"Everything has a weakness David, you just have to see where it is." David began to think to himself a bit more, ignoring the sound of my chewing.

Not long after our small talk, he began to recive a call. He stood up and began to smile, judging by the smile I could tell on who called.

It didn't take long for the call to end and he began to scarf down the food, he also rushed to my side, hugging me.

"Thank you, thank you, than you." He whispered, small tears welled up into her eyes as he thanked me profusely.

"It's…. fine, you should get going." He nodded his head and soon began to exit, hurriedly pressing the call button for the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed, leaving me in my home. I felt that empty feeling again, the warmth I felt, it was gone.

"What was that feeling, it felt… nice." I sighed and stood up, walking around my home after who knows how long.

I've felt some emotions through my career as an assassin. Guilt, sadness, rage, and indifference, yet this feeling… it was neither of the three.

In fact, it felt, good. Like I was in front of a fire during the winter. It was something I wanted to feel again, like I wanted to grab something.

"What did those two do, to make me feel… nice?" I asked myself, trying to think of what they did.

I didn't bother to last long on the thought, since I soon remembered what else happened.

"Right, I need t return the 'hospitality' to the man." I chuckled in a dark manner, I wanted him to feel the same, no, more pain I felt.

Before I left, I secretly left one of the snakes in the ca so I could track it and have it spy on him.

Since I was dealt with humiliation, I'll do something worse. Take the thing he loves the most and destroy it in front of his eyes!

I soon slipped the ring off my finger, letting the snake unfurl and slither onto the coffee table.

"Now, let's see what toy you cherish the most." I muttered and watched through the screen.

Looking at the screen, I could see they were all relaxing in a large room with multiple couches, the lighting was a dark magenta with a hint of pink in the background.

"So, the deal is off?" Asked a woman with blond hair and a red coat, the man who humiliated me sighed and covered his face.

"Well, yes and no." He grumbled, pulling out a bottle of beer and opening it with his hand.

"The target wasn't pleased to hear that we lost him, but, we got the job done." He then took a sip of the beer and sighed in satisfaction as the bottle departed from his lips.

"Maine, aren't you worried that Cobra might come back to get you?" Asked the short girl, who was twirling a pistol in her hand.

"Worried, no, not one bit." He laughed, trying to wave off the concern of his gang, unbeknownst to him, the threat was above him.

Slowly as he tried to raise his drink, his arm began to shake, spilling the contents onto his pants.

"I'm fucking terrified, I tried to punch his buddy, but all it did was grab my wrist and put me on my knees." He shuddered and looked at the ground.

"I even prayed to the big man upstairs to be spared." He whispered, a man with elongated arms patted his back.

"You got balls and a spine to do that, I'll prepare your funeral." Maine smacked the man's hand away.

Seeing this happen, I decided to step in. I made my way upstairs and laid on my bed, not before having the snakes patrol my home.

As I felt my conscious slip from my body, I soon arrived at the body that was in the same room as him.

"No need, since this punishment will be enough to make him think twice." I spoke and landed on the table.

Causing everyone in the room to jump up and aim their weapons at me, the closest being Sasha, who was smiling.

"Fuck, Maine you just had to fucking mess with him." Shouted the man from before, Maine could only raise his arm, aiming a canon at me.

"D-don't fucking move you gonk, o-or I'll blast ya to smithereens!" He shouted, if the snakes had normal eyes, I would have rolled them.

"Sadly, that will not happen." I had the snake shake its rattle, signaling the rest to enter, multiple snakes began to descend, ascend and wrap themselves around the entire gang.

"Now then, let us discuss my compensation." I had the snakes surround me, creating a clone for me.

"Compensation? Like eddies, a free hit, maybe joining our group?" Maine listed a few deals, but I only shook my head.

"Maine, Maine, Maine, those things mean little to me, and can barely the scratch the surface of my, displeasure." I had the snakes move them away from the couch, forcing them to stand.

While I sat on the couch and placed one leg over the other, and had my both hands on my knee.

"I had the temptation, to just drag you in your sleep, cut a vein, and let you bleed out like a worthless animal, maybe break your knees, or even experiment on you to create a more potent poison." Each solution of my own caused Maine to turn paler and paler.

"But, I decided to do something more worse than that." I said and stood up, pacing back and forth in front of him.

"We all have something we cherish, some, family, others an object." I turned to face them and approached Maine.

"And I'm going to tear what you cherish the most in front of you." I spat and began to drag them out the door.

Exiting the room and entering what seemed to look like a small garage. Some cars were there, a bike, a few guns, and a fridge. Near the center was a small table, and on it was something wrapped in cloths.

"Now then, I have all the time in the world, to see what makes you tick, so, let us see which of these things are yours." I began to walk around, glancing at each object.

The cars, the small object on the table, even the electronics. But to make sure I can milk the humiliation, I raised my fingers and snapped.

Soon, a few snakes began to pile onto one another, to form a vinyl player. And a vinyl disk.

"The fuck is this? Gonna torture us with some music?! Ha!" Shouted Maines companion, I only ignore him and placed the needle on the vinyl, letting out the sound of a piano playing.

"Did you know, in the eighteen hundreds, a man by the name Beethoven made a song, called the moonlight sonata?" I asked while letting the sound of my shoes reverberate the walls.

"I do like the first movement, such a calm…" I took a step towards the coffee table, and I noticed the man who insulted the song flinched.

"And slow…" I took another step at the coffee table, and not even a foot away, he broke.

"Nononono, those are my new implants, please, I beg of you, don't fucking break them!!" He cried, seeing that it did not belong to Maine, I sighed.

"Well then, count yourself lucky." The man sighed at first, but I then grabbed the implants and threw it at the ground, exposing a pair of hands.

"Nooooooo!" I slammed my foot on them, and a loud crack was heard.

"Oh dear, if only you didn't interrupt my explanation." I twisted it for good measure, making them useless.

As he cried and scooted his way to the now broken hands. I began to walk towards the couch, only to find a small pendant, I caressed it lightly, feeling the cold metal.

"And who does this belong to?" I asked the group, none of them moved at first, I hummed at the sight and raised it up, shifting my mask up.

Only to reveal the snakes slithering across, this caused the group to shiver, since they didn't expect the mask to hide the snakes that made the body I was using.

Some began to rise, widening their jaws. A few were even close to outright snatching it out of the clones hands.

"Wait!" This time, it was Sasha, the girl who teased and tempted me, but at the same time, was the one who helped me.

"I can assume this belongs to you?" She took a shuddering breath, but nodded her head at my words.

"Please, don't destroy it." She whispered, loud enough for all of us to hear it.

"Alright." I placed the pendant where it was, but then, I turned to the two cars parked. This caused both Maine and Falco to flinch.

"Well, with the vehicle that you all rode in belonging to Falco, that means this one belongs to Maine." I approached the vehicle, causing Maine to struggle.

"H-hey, look, I get it, w-we just got off the wrong foot is all." He said nervously, sweat dripping down from his head.

"Oh, is that so?" I asked while gently rubbing my finger along the body. Scratching the pain and letting a high squeal ring across the garage.

"C-choom, we can work something out, m-maybe your own cut from the gig? H-how about ten percent, no, thirty percent?" He begged, trying to negotiate.

I only ignore him and gripped the side mirrors, crushing it with ease. I could hear him crying in despair when I broke it.

"Money can't satisfy my rage, so, be a good boy, and take your punishment like a man." I broke the passenger window, and another cry was heard.

I then proceeded to walk around the car, breaking the glass, tearing off small chunks of the car.

Even tearing off the hood to have access to the engine. I pulled out the coolant hose, the radiator, the top half of the engine, pistons, crankshaft, camshaft, even every sensor as well.

And soon, I had tore down the entire car, with the disassembled engine to the side. Maine was a sobbing mess, snot and tears were underneath him.

I then stood above him, placing my feet on his head. Messing up his hair and grinding my foot against him.

"This is a warning to you, and your gang. Try to do that again, and it will be your entire body!" I spat, they all nodded their heads, except Maine, who was still crying for his car.

"Good, then I shall bid you all adiué." I bowed and returned my conscious to my body.

"It feels nice to ruin someone's day." I chuckled, standing up and making my way to the kitchen to make myself a snack.

(A/N) Hey, hey, here's Tuesday's chapter, hope you all enjoyed it, if you did, send some power stones.

Comment if there are some errors I made, and for that.

Peace.