Two Berserkers + One Noose = One Berserker
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Two Berserkers + One Noose = One Berserker By: BerserkerB
"Well...this is awkward," said Berserker.
They stared at each other, eyes fixated in a curious gaze. On one side stood Berserker, hair and mane messy, no shirt, blue slacks. On the other side also stood Berserker, however his hair and mane were slicked back and shiny; he wore a dark business suit and pants, and even a tie. It was like looking into a mirror - a cracked mirror.
"And just who do you think you are?" the trim Berserker asked.
"I'm Berserker," the messy hyon replied.
"Impossible! I am Berserker, and you are obviously some imposter... Though a horribly dressed one."
Berserker, the messy one, scrunched his face in thought. "Oh now I see!" he said suddenly. "You must be me from a different universe." He clapped his paws and grinned at his realization. "Of course, the Author must have different versions of me for different worlds."
The tidy Berserker cocked a brow. "Author? Different worlds? What are you babbling about?"
"Hmm, seems that unlike me, you don't have fourth-wall knowledge."
The hyon in the suit adjusted his tie before slipping his fingers into the pockets of his pants. "Another world...with another me..." He closed his eyes in thought. "I suppose...it could be possible. There are still undiscovered phenomena, and such a thing is probable." Without opening his eyes he began to step forward.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The messy hyon asked as he took a step back.
"Well whoever, or whatever you are, I cannot allow a second me to live. It's really bad for business, having a lookalike waltzing around, doing who knows what." His eyes remained closed, and he drew nearer and nearer. "Besides, I'd like to see which of us your Author made stronger."
He stopped just short of messy Berserker's position. The shirtless hyon gulped nervously, afraid to move despite the fourth-wall knowledge that he had. This other Berserker had an aura about him, one of malice and sadism. Despite their identical faces, the messy Berserker could see the difference in their looks. It was the difference between order and chaos, between focused and unfocused, between a free spirit and an iron fist.
"What do you go by?" the shirtless hyon asked, his voice near quivering.
The suit wearing hyon lingered for a moment. Then, just before he opened his eyes, he answered. "They call me Superintendent."
There was no time to react. The Superintendent barely had opened his eyes, before he dealt a series of precise, rapid blows. His palm smashed into Berserker's chest, knocking the wind from him. A few quick jabs assaulted his shoulders and arms, and he lost feeling in them. The Superintendent wrapped an arm around Berserker's neck, getting behind him in less than a second, and then delivered a powerful jab near the nape of the messy hyon's neck, knocking him out cold.
"Nighty-night, other me."
Berserker awoke to darkness. His head was sweaty, and felt enclosed in something. Not only that, but he had no pants. When he went to move, he found his arms tied behind him, and something tight scratched around his neck.
"Took you long enough to wake up," came the Superintendent's voice. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to begin without you."
Berserker knew something was wrong. He quickly pieced together his situation, and came to a conclusion. "You've got me at the gallows, haven't you?"
"Seems you're not as dumb as I thought; which is good, since you are me."
Berserker wiggled around in his bindings, and found them too tight to slip out of. He tried to pull out an object from hammer-space, but found that he could not - which meant his evil clone was standing right behind him. He leaned his head back, and though his face was hidden by the dark hood, he smiled. "So you're going to hang me, huh? Going to get your jollies from watching your own self hang?"
The Superintendent's body came forward suddenly, and Berserker felt the bulge in his pants brush up against the messy hyon's exposed ass. He let out a stunned moan.
"Ah yes, I would love see what it's like to fuck myself." His rough paws slipped around to Berserker's groin, cupping his orbs and slowly coaxing out his member. "It's a shame I can't stay and play with you. I have a schedule to keep, and my lovely bitch-boy is waiting for his punishment back home." The malevolent hyon planted a deep kiss upon Berserker's back. "I won't leave you while you hang, though. I won't leave until your toes stop twitching." He took a step back, and Berserker tensed up for the inevitable. "Any last words?"
Berserker, still with his hidden grin, said, "Just one question. Is the reason you put a hood on me because you were too afraid to watch your own face writhe in pain?" No response, which told the messy hyon all he needed to know. There was a small clank as the Superintendent pulled the lever. Berserker felt the floor drop, air rush by as he fell, and then a TWANG of the rope as it tightened around his neck.
He was no stranger to death, not with his sick and twisted Author, but having the life pulled from you by a noose was still painful. His body responded automatically by gasping for air. None came, which was no surprise. The rope around his neck felt tighter with each passing second. His neck felt so stretched, and he started kicking at the air for support, desperate to stay alive.
Meanwhile, the Superintendent Berserker was indeed enjoying the show. He watched his other self dance with the noose with a sadistic pleasure nothing else could bring. He grasped at the railing, his claws digging into the wood. Purrs of bliss resounded from him, and his cock throbbed inside his pants like crazy. It was the only time he could ever get to see himself die, and remain alive! Berserker's body twitched and flailed about wildly - he was in his last throws. His left foot kicked...and kicked... and... and... still. The suit wearing hyon gasped and his pants grew stained with semen.
After catching his breath, the Superintendent hopped from the gallows, putting the hanged clone behind him. He reached into his pocket, and drew out his cell. He dialed, and waited for a response. "Hello... Yes this is he... I have a body I need disposed of... Yes, the usual fee is fine..." He turned around to catch another glimpse of his dead clone, but his eyes fell upon something of quite a shock. Berserker's body...was gone! The phone slipped from his paw, and he walked to the empty gallows, ignoring the voice on the other line.
"Looking for something?" came a voice from behind him.
The superintendent whirled around, and there was the other Berserker, alive and well. He held a smug look on his face and in his paws was a noose.
"I got better," he said with a grin, "And I have one word of advice for you... Run!"
The End