He was getting away!
Saito ignored the searing pain on on his shoulder and legs and quickly jumped the railing of the small building. The formal suit he wore clung to his body, not helped at all by the strong rain that peppered all around him. He could see him jumping from rooftop to rooftop, looking back at him with a sadistic smirk on his face. That bastard Shinji knew he was injured. The scalpel wounds and shotgun graze were still fresh.
They were in the docks area of the town. Well, it would've been more accurate to call it the old town. This is where the people who refused to use the new tech or didn't have enough to make it go. That explained the old style buildings general short height of all the structures.
They raced though the rooftops, one chasing after the other like an old action movie. Saito knew he couldn't last for long, however. Every step he took added more and more pain to his body and he could see the blood draining from his clothes trailing behind him. He needed to end this fast before he bled out.
As if fate were listening to his plea, the seemingly endless row of building finally stopped. He smiled slightly when he saw the dock grounds. Now there was no way for him to escape.
"Shinji, stop! There's no way out!" Saito leaned against the wall slightly and grunted. The rain was getting harder and harder, making it hard for him to see. He could barely see through the fog on his glasses lens. Gripping the frame tighter than normal, he tossed the glasses against the walls in frustration.
"Think again, dumbass!" Shinji reared his head back and laughed. Even through his smug tone, Saito could tell he was nearly failing. He hadn't escaped uninjured and there were obvious wounds all around his face and blood all over his white suit "Look around us! Notice something?"
Against his better judgement, Saito looked around. Other than the small buildings, there was nothing much of interest around the area. The only thing he saw that might've been dangerous were some gas canisters, most likely meant to fuel the-
"Boats!"
Shinji grinned and jumped back after Saito's exclamation. Due to the rain blocking his eyesight, he failed to notice the small boat that was moored right behind the smuggler. Grunting with effort, he chased after the boat as he heard the ignition start. As the boat got farther and farther away, he did the only thing that came to mind.
He jumped.
Using the running to his advantage, he put all the power into his legs and jumped. He didn't know what to expect, really. Instinct had taken over and he did the only thing that he could.
Thankfully, his gamble had paid off. With a loud thud, he felt his fingers grab hold onto the metallic edge of the small speedboat. Every muscle in his body screamed for him to let go, the pain over his body increasing tenfold from the strain. He could feel the water lapping at his legs, further aggravating the numerous injuries.
"You don't give up, do you?" Shinji looked at him with a scowl and pulled out a small pistol, "I tried not to kill you kid, but you're getting on my nerves!" He aimed the gun at Saito's head, "This gun only has one bullet, but it should be enough for you."
Saito wasn't looking at him; rather, he was looking behind him. Shinji looked confused for a moment before he saw what had distracted him.
A small re-fueling station filled to the brim with gasoline.
The next part was all a blur. Saito distinctly remembered the sounds of explosions, screaming, and debris getting flung everywhere. The strong light of fire was the first thing he saw, followed by the feeling of heat all around him. He was lying flat on his back, the feeling of the cold concrete contrasting with the fire all around him. Through blurry eyes, he looked up at the darkened skies and turned around.
Saito put all his strength into his arms and got up. He couldn't see much, though the reason for that was more on the fire than the rain now. It he could find him in this mess, then he was home-
"Piece of shit!"
The back of his head collided with the barrel of a gun. Once again he was facedown on the ground, even more disoriented than before. Crawling forward to try and grab hold of the railing, he heard the distinct sound of a gun being loaded.
Shinji was behind him, giving him a look of utter contempt. He was haggard: His suit was burnt, exposing his injuries for all to see. Blood poured from his mouth and numerous scars dotted his face, marking his usually handsome face with multiple wounds. Saito smirked inwardly at the thought of him losing what made him capable of seducing girls.
"You just don't know when to leave well enough alone, don't you!?" Shinji yelled and kicked him in the shoulder, forcing him to lean back against the railing, "You were supposed to die with Takuto, but he even screwed THAT up! And that little shit...." He turned to the side and spit out some blood, "He said that he didn't want to kill you, that you were the only guy who trusted him," He leaned his head back and laughed, "Didn't know that his new best friend was just using him, huh? Always a dumbass....."
"But that's okay" His face took on a relaxed smile, "Because I am going to enjoy killing you myself." Shinji gripped the gun with both hands and aimed it point blank. He wanted to see his face when he pulled the trigger.
"....Fuck you."
Saito pushed his hands up and pushed the gun away, deflecting the shot at the last minute. Using the adrenaline pumping in his system, he grabbed hold of Shinji and pulled himself up, delivering a swift kick to his stomach. He could feel his legs protest at the use, but he didn't have time to be picky.
Saito pulled his hand back and prepared for another punch, aiming for his opponent's head. In response, Shinji growled and tackled him, knocking the teenager on the floor. He had a good few pounds on him, so he didn't have much trouble downing him. He balled his hand up into a fist and smashed down.
Only to hit nothing but concrete.
Using his smaller height to his advantage, Saito rolled out of the way and stood back up, "Come one, is that all you got!" He taunted. He was running on adrenaline right now, and taunting was one of his ways to stay in control.
"Shut UP!!" Shinji charged at him again, but Saito was expecting it this time. He stood his ground as he got nearer, looking like an easy target. As he was about to collide with him, he quickly stepped off to the side. Shinji didn't get a chance to turn around before he felt his head get smashed in. In his rage, he had disregarded the railing behind the smaller boy. And now he was paying the price.
Saito gave a running start and kicked his face in, aiming for the head. He head the sound of a crack and blood spurting out once the impact collided. He continued to do this; again and again, the sounds of cracking got worse. After a few more seconds, he stopped. But it wasn't due to mercy or a quick change of heart.
"....Get up..." When Shinji gave no reply, Saito grabbed him by the shoulders and held him up, quickly switching to holding him by his chest. His face was bloodied and battered, multiple bruises and open wounds staining the once handsome visage. He was still alive, however. Saito looked off to the side and saw something.
An Ice chipper.
With just the bare crinkle of a brow, Saito dragged him over to the processing machine. Shinji, who up to now seemed to be in a state of catatonia, saw his intentions and started struggling. It was futile. He was too weak from being battered and the adrenaline running through Saito system was on overdrive.
"Wait....don't...!"
They stopped in front of the chute. Saito looked at Shini, the one person who he'd been tracking for the past week. He seduced girls with promises of a fairytale ending, only to turn them around and sell them like pieces of meat once he was done with them. He had dozen's of victims already, possibly who knows where living their lives as somebody else's property.
And now he was asking for mercy?
"....Go to hell!"
His barely visible eyes widened for just a moment before closing in pain again. Saito kneed him in the stomach and pushed him forward, shoving his entire upper body into the chute. The sounds of screaming and meat being ground into chunks filled the entire area. Through the sounds of the mangling, Saito felt his strength give way and he finally fell into his knees, using his right hand to clutch into his left shoulder.
Consciousness left him soon afterwards.