It has to end. I have had enough of this bullshit. I can't let him fuck me anymore. I can't let him hurt me. I took out a gun in the drawers. I had just taken three shots. I know I shouldn't use them anymore because they affect my telepathy but I this is a special occasion. Besides, I like the quiet. For so long I've been cursed to hear all noises of peoples and animals' minds, now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Where are you going?" Trooty asked. 

I'm finishing this. 

"What the fuck?! Are you gonna try to kill him?!" 

I just gave her a look. 

"Oh...well then, I am coming with you." She took out a knife. 

Absolutely not. You don't have powers.

"I've sucked up his bullshit for more than 2,000 years. You've only sucked it up for 2 months. I can't fucking stand him anymore." Trooty said.

Heh. Okay then. 

"I hope I brought enough stuff." Trooty emptied her bag. 

Five guns fell out. A bazooka. Two knifes. Countless amounts of bullets. Two rifles. Three swords, and a handful of grenades. 

I think you might be taking it too far. 

"Valentino's house is like a fortress." 

Good point. 

"Kuso! It's dinner time!" Dad yelled coming in. 

We both jumped. 

"Aaah! What the heck is all that stuff??" Dad asked. 

"Uhh murdering stuff?" Trooty shrugged. 

I'm gonna end this.

"End this what do you mean?" Dad asked. 

"We're gonna kill the boss man!" Trooty yelled. 

"Kuso are you crazy?!" Dad said. 

"We've had enough of his fucking bullshit." Trooty said putting the stuff back in her backpack. 

She grabbed my leg. 

"Let's go!" She yelled. 

If I don't make it back, don't tell anyone. 

"Wait Ku, are you serious?" Dad asked. 

I kissed his forehead. 

Absolutely.