(Time skip)

(This section of the chapter is brutal, so if anyone is sensitive to blood and torture, you may want to scroll to the end!)

We boarded the chopper again. Makarov was restrained and unconscious before me. The lifeless look in my eyes fixed on him as we flew, and I couldn't look away during the whole flight.

We got back to the base, and it was dark out. Keegan was evidently waiting for our return and said to me, "I have a gift for you."

I was visibly annoyed and replied, "Just what I need, another gift. I still have something important to do, so get to the point."

Keegan calmly explained that he had a special torture room where I could let out my frustration.

I considered his offer and said, "Why not? I'll take it."

(Time skip)

Makarov and Zion were both handcuffed, hanging helplessly with their arms suspended, and I sat in a chair, smoking. The room was relatively neat, with an open middle area where the floor had a drain, presumably for the blood to flow into. The walls held various tools of torture.

Makarov opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw Zion's condition, he started writhing as if he were a rabbit. He was shocked by my knowledge of his familial bond and said in a threatening tone, "If you hurt him, you'll see what happens to you."

I raised my eyebrows as I sharpened my knife while saying, "Are you threatening me? How stupid of you to challenge me in this position."

Makarov looked worried as he gazed at Zion. My gaze immediately changed to a cold one, and my tone became much more serious. I said, "Do you really care about him? I like that. You know what it feels like to lose someone you love, and now that pain is mine."

Zion struggled to free himself from the handcuffs while Makarov bit his lip in anger.

And with that sentence I got up, took Zion's hand and looked dangerously into his eyes.

Zion tried to break free but could not.
I then said "You held your dirty sniper with these fingers, didn't you? When you shot Spencer and Thompson."

His gaze turned to fear.

I cut off one of his fingers.
He let out a scream.

Makarov yelling at me "let him, I instigated him, I am responsible!"

I slapped makarov and said "Shut up come to you, I'll come to you later"

I continued to cut off his fingers, all of which fell to the ground like sausages.

His screams became more and more and blood came out endlessly.

I went away from Zion and wiped the blood from his hands and said "Your dirty blood is disgusting "

Zion looked exhausted. The blood loss and the pain hurt him abnormally.

Makarov bit his lip in anger.
I laughed at the sight and said "Do you know how I felt when you took my comrades away from me? When you shot gaz on the bridge? That because of you alejandro, ghost and soap died?. DO YOU KNOW THAT FUCK! Remember their names well Makarov."

I turned to the wall to look at the means of torturing her I saw a sharp metal part and a hammer which I took and went to Zion. I turned to makarov and said
" Just look at how your son is going to die in pain in the next 30 minutes."

His gaze became one with anger, shock and fear.

I took the piece of metal and placed it on his collarbone and hammered it once.

He cried out so loud in pain.
There was a hole in his collarbone.
He could hardly breathe. Makarov in a worried voice " Zion no ZION! "

I turned to him "Within the next 30 minutes he will die in agony I'll leave you alone until then."

I went out of the room, my hands still covered in blood. The room was in Keegan's base, and I walked out of there and sat on the floor, taking in the cold air with deep breaths.

They had turned me into the person I am now, and they should taste what they made me become. Soldiers passed by me with shocked expressions, taking in my appearance. I was still wearing Valeria's clothes, except for the mask, but I was covered in blood. If they had asked my old self to do something like this, I would have never been able to bring myself to do it. But the old me died.

I went back in after 30 minutes, my gaze cold. Zion's lifeless body hung there with a tortured expression on his face. Makarov had shed a few tears, and I said to him, "It hurts, doesn't it? Losing the person you love right before your eyes. Thanks to you, Ghost was burned, my one and only true love."

I held up a syringe and a vial with a liquid from the cabinet. "Do you know what this is?" I asked him. "This will intensify your nerves within seconds, making even breathing painful."

He opened his eyes and glared at me, saying, "I hope you never find peace and lose everything."

I laughed in response and said, "I've already lost everything; I have no fear left, Makarov."

I injected the substance into him, and within seconds, his pupils dilated, and he began sweating and breathing heavily.

I looked at him and punched him.

He let out a scream and said, "Damn it!"

I punched him again and again until his face was covered in blood. The substance was taking its toll. With each punch, he struggled to breathe and screamed louder in pain.

I took my knife and stabbed him in the mouth. A hole formed in his skin, and blood gushed out. He looked severely beaten, and I relished in it. He could hardly speak, but managed to utter a few words, "Monster..."

I pressed against the wound, causing more blood to flow, and he eventually lost consciousness.
I poured cold water over him, and he immediately woke up. I said, "We're not done yet."

He looked at me with fear, and I had brought him to a mental breaking point where he begged me, "Please, just kill me."

I shook my head and replied, "That's not how the game goes, Makarov."

I heated my knife with my lighter, and I saw the blade turn red. I held it in front of his eyes and stabbed it into his eye.

He screamed so loudly, and I could feel him getting weaker. Blood flowed from his eye, and his mouth hung wide open.

Actually, it looked horrifying how he appeared, but I didn't really care. I noticed his eyes slowly closing as death approached. Before he passed away completely, I told him, "Makarov, all the suffering you've caused cannot be compared to the torture you experienced. But that was the least I could do for my comrades." I unshackled his hands, and he fell to the ground next to his son.

Both dead. I left the room without any emotions. Keegan was waiting outside the door, leaning against it. He asked calmly, "Are you done?"

I nodded.

He looked at me, both observing and looking down at me, and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

I didn't know how to answer. On one hand, I was, but on the other, I wasn't.

I replied weakly, "I don't know."

He changed the subject and said, "Go back now. I'll take care of the bodies."

I said, "Thank you," and left.

That was the night I killed Zion and Makarov.

I walked out, even though I had avenged them, I felt empty. I had brought them justice, but it couldn't bring them back. Price was waiting outside, leaning against the wall, watching me.

I looked myself over, covered in blood, not exactly someone you'd want to be friends with. I passed by Price, and he held onto my arms to stop me. I turned and looked at him.

He spoke with a calm voice, "Are you satisfied?"

I replied, "I don't know."

He pulled me closer and hugged me. I really needed that embrace because I felt so hollow. I started to cry, the loss of Soap and Rudolfo only made everything worse.

I noticed that Price was also shedding tears.

He then said, "Now, we just need Shepherd."