Saku nearly recoiled in response to the heavyset man who answered the door. It was not the reek of alcohol and cigarettes that repelled him - although that was by no means pleasant. It was more the stench of his history of abuse against women and children that - to Saku's sensitive nose - really did follow him around like a bad smell.
It seemed that he would have to target the father as well as the son.
"Is Dexter here?" Saku asked.
The man stepped back into the house, shouting as he made his way back to his lounge "Dexter!"
A minute or so later, Dexter appeared in the room. He gave Saku an apprasing look, then turned to his father who was more intereted in the TV and his beer than either boy. Saku wrinkled his nose. Dexter didn't stink quite as much as his father, but then he hadn't lived as long.
"What?" Dexter asked.
"It ends now," Saku replied gravely.
"What?"
"Your abuse of women, and children, both of you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dexter replied, then told Saku he should leave in a very rude and expletive filled manner.
Saku looked at him unflinching, then raised his hands. A ring of fire rose around the pair. More expletives followed, as well as a dersive comment about muties.
"You only wish I was a mutant," Saku responded calmly. "If I was the punishment for your crimes would be being burned alive."
"We ain't done nuffin' wrong," Dexter's father insisted, and followed with an explitive filled demand that the fire be put out and he leave.
Saku caught his eyes.
"You murdered your own wife," he told him with an unnatural calm.
"That's a lie. You can't prove nothing."
"You beat her to death. And you," Saku continued looking at Dexter, "helped."
"My mother suicided," Dexter replied.
"No. You killed her and made it look like a sucide. And this is not the only time you two have beaten women. You both get a perverse enjoyment out of it."
On those words the only response the two could give was to clutch their crotches, screaming in agony.
"So for now on, instead of feeling sexual pleasure when you abuse a women - or a child - you will feel sexual pain. Your balls will feel like they're burning off. I could burn them off for real, but then this little exercise couldn't be repeated, now can it?" Saku said.
He stared down at them, stone-faced.
"If you even think about abusing a women. If you even reminise about the 'better times'. If you even call a women a bitch, or even consider mistreating a woman, or taking advantage of her in anyway. Or any child for that matter, although I sense your weakness is for women rather than children. You see, you're both going to learn to treat women with respect or die in the process."
Saku waved his hand and the fires died down. The burning sensation died away, but the two were still kneeling on the floor, covered in sweat and panting. By the time either had the strength to stand, Saku was gone.