"Henry told me th-"

A chair was thrown at Amanda, causing her to fall from the stone staircase. She hit the ground hard, making her head severely bleed from the damage.

"Poor fucking human. How did they even convince you to be a maid here? Or maybe they don't and just manipulate you with their fucking mind tricks. I haven't had a revenge story for a very long time now, but today's the goddamn day. That fucking bastard Henry is gonna regret locking me up in this shithole and letting me live. I hate living, but at least I get to hate something even more now. The psychic hunter is back motherfuckers." David self-monologues.

"I can hear you... I'm still alive." Amanda says while she tries to get up.

"Well thank you so much for telling me madame." David tells her before stabbing a fork at her neck.

He easily leaves the castle without anyone noticing since they're all asleep.

"Fine hats you got here."

"Oh yes sir. We got all kinds of them here. Is there anything specific you'd like me to get?"

"You got a top hat with the lining in the middle made of gold?"

"We don't have ones made of actual gold, but we do have gold colored threads we could stitch in."

"Then do it. Make it quick please, I got a date with destiny."

David faces the store clerk with his beaten up face and smiles at her.

The woman nods and immediately walks away from him.

*ECNALUBMA by They Might Be Giants plays*

Mr. Blue and Mr. Azul seemed to have stains of red in their blue insides. Inside a bar and billiards place, they stand their ground.

"That all you got, you psychic cunts?" David asks them.

Mr. Blue teleports behind David to stab him with a knife but is instead stabbed in the stomach with a broken beer bottle.

David then projected an anti-psychic wave towards Mr. Azul and proceeded to beat the crap out of him with a billiard stick.

"Use your goddamn telekinesis shit. Come on!!" David tells Mr. Azul, who is helplessly trying to cover himself from the beating with his arms.

"Or maybe you can tell me about wh-"

"I will never tell you anything. The Revolution will pull through!!!"

"I gave you a chance, alright? You asked for this."

After a short session of breaking at least five billiard sticks, Mr. Azul was finally knocked out bloody. As a finishing move, David pokes the stick deep inside the General's throat.

"Two down, five t-"

"Who the fuck are you?" Ms. Crystal says as she walks into the room before commanding a rocket launcher to fly onto her shoulders.

"Fuck."

David hurries to the exit door and as he jumps outside, he sends out another anti-psychic wave to her.

As Miss Crystal confidently fires the rocket to David's direction, her face expression immediately changes as she didn't get to control the direction of the rocket. She tries to summon a force field but she is instead flown away by the blast of her own rocket.

David walks back in the blown-up bar and approaches Miss Crystal's barely conscious body.

"Maybe if you revolution retards actually think, you would regularly change your base of operations right? No wonder I got here that easy."

With a smile on his face, he proceeded to kick in her face until she wasn't able to move a single part of her body anymore.

An ambulance then crashes into a large warehouse where an illegal transaction is currently taking place. The back of the ambulance opens as David unveils a heavy machine gun and rains hell upon the individuals inside.

One of the transactors was Mister Rain and he shields himself with his psychic energy infused umbrella.

As to his confusion, bullets soon began to penetrate the umbrella and eventually penetrated to his body.

"That's just one bullet and I fucking know you still want to live. So let's make a deal and I'll make sure you'll do it."

"What do you want from me?" Mr. Rain asks him.

"Tell me where Richard McCree is headed to. He's about to meet someone very, very special to me and I wanna be at that moment."

"Okay, okay. He will go to Deronia, specifically at the famous beach. Please don't kill me."

"You really answered my question, huh? Never make a deal with a killer, you'll still wind up dead one way or the other."

With a revolver's courtesy, a hole in Mr. Rain's forehead marks his end.

He then walks into an old garage in the middle of nowhere. Underneath the rundown tools and vehicles are a bunch of knives, a grappling hook, a machete and a sniper rifle.

"My sweet, sweet babies. Purging these psychos have never been this exciting for me. These knives are so damn nostalgic. Reminds me of my first kill at that theater." he says before inflicting a cut on his right pointing finger with the knife.

"Those five holes could fit micro-people in them, 'ya know?" Casper says.

"Are you sure they won't fall off when we do it?"

"Just wear the gloves man, I've done all the measurements. There's even micro safety belts that can also fit anyone."

"Alright. I do believe that space wouldn't be such a cold place for a person like him."

End of Chapter 43