Sack’Em’Sorcerer: A Lawyer’s Sleepless Night

The world is on fire, and Twenty-Seven year old *Sayuri Tatehana’s* dark tired eyes are wide open.

Not to *actual flames,* but to the truth she’s always sensed beneath the surface—real evil, ghouls and monsters cloaked in human flesh, preying on the powerless to glut their hunger for power.

It sickens her. It’s a burning bile that churns in her gut as she sits in the darkened cavern of a midnight movie theater. The screen flickers with *It All Ends,* an old black-and-white samurai film. It’s stoic female warrior clashes in silence with her huge boobs swinging in her white gown while rain drenches her from above.

Sayuri’s own white button-up, containing a modest C cup black bra underneath, is splattered with something dark. It’s not *human blood* but it’s a *thick purplish ichor.*

Her gray pantsuit is creased from a fight.

The Samurai woman clenches her teeth and slices upward from below her backstabbing father’s legs—severing his black and white *heavy hangers* with a clean swipe.

The subtitles of her cold words reflect the rain in the film and the noise in Sayuri’s head.

*“You don’t deserve to be my father….you don’t even deserve to be a man.”*

She’s numb, her mind adrift, like she’s sleepwalking through a nightmare she can’t wake from.

In the front row, sprawled across a velvet seat, lies a squid-like ghoul—its tentacles limp, its bulbous gray eyes glassy. It’s Hexx energy *snuffed out.*

Sayuri killed it. Her first. She doesn’t know how to feel about that.

The thing had been lurking, drawn to the theater’s late-night stragglers. Feeding on their fleeting fears and loneliness. She’d sensed it, that buzzing sixth sense of Hexx energy humming in her veins, and tracked it here.

Now it’s dead, and she’s staring at the gorgeous black haired samurai on screen that reflected her own shoulder length haircut. Her katana flashing reminding Sayuri of the final blow she threw to kill the creature.

She wondered if *they* ever felt this hollow after a kill.

The Hexx energy is new for her. A pulse she’s only begun to understand since that courtroom a month ago, when her world cracked open like an egg.

It’s like a second heartbeat. The *sensing* of someone’s deepest desires. Their whispers of threats. The wrongs to all the rights. It’s why she’s here, alone on a Monday night, chasing the feeling of being *alive*—the only time she feels whole is when she’s protecting someone and shielding the people the world has failed.

Like Hiroshi, her last client. She still remembers how they wanted him guilty. The bribes she’d discovered hidden in their minds. Being bought out to ruin an honest mistake…and then she remembers all the other *countless victims* she couldn’t save.

The thought tightens her chest, and she grips the armrest, her knuckles white.

A sound cuts through her haze—laughter, cruel and mocking, from the theater next door. She tilts her head, her Hexx sense flaring. It’s not a ghoul this time, but something just as ugly.

Power hungry. Taunting. *Men.* And a softer one, trembling, pleading. Sayuri’s on her feet before she realizes it, her white loafers silent on the carpeted aisle.

The samurai fade behind her as she slips through the theater’s double doors, drawn to the flicker of a romance movie in the adjacent screening room.

Inside, the dim light of a love scene bathes the sparse audience. A college girl, maybe nineteen, sits alone in the back row, her glasses reflecting the screen. Two theater employees—older guys in their thirties, their uniforms wrinkled—loom over her, smirking.

One, with a buzzcut and a name tag reading *Taro,* leans in too close, snatching her popcorn bag and tossing it to his buddy, *Ken* who’s got a more muscular build but has long shaggy hair and is wearing skinny jeans.

Even in the dark she can tell he’s overcompensating for something.

*Scum…*

The girl, her voice small, says, “Please, just leave me alone.”

They laugh. Ken mimickins her in a high-pitched whine. “*Leave me alone,*” he sneers, knocking her glasses off. They clatter to the floor, and she flinches, curling into herself.

Sayuri’s blood boils. The world’s on fire again, and these two are fanning the flames. She steps into the room, her presence a sudden weight, and their heads snap toward her. The girl freezes, her eyes wide behind her tangled brown hair.

Sayuri’s fingers find the *Aegis Quill* in her pocket, the metal pen *cool* against her skin. Her Hexx energy surges, and the quill shifts, lengthening, its tip flattening into a sleek silver hammer. Heavy and gleaming with new weight she’s getting familiar with.

In her mind, she sees it crushing a pair of *walnuts.* The thought is so vivid she almost smiles.

“Hey,” she says, her voice low, steady, cutting through the rom-com’s saccharine dialogue. “Step away from her. Now.”

Taro straightens, his smirk faltering as he takes in her suit, her hammer, the ichor stains on her shirt. “Who the hell are you?” he snaps, but there’s a quiver in his tone.

Ken, holding the popcorn, laughs nervously, glancing at his friend. “Lady, this ain’t your business. We’re just having some fun.”

“Fun,” Sayuri repeats, her eyes narrowing. She steps closer, the hammer swinging lightly in her grip. Hexx energy buzzes, sharpening her senses, and she sees them for what they are—not ghouls, but close enough.

Bullies who thrive on power, who pick on the weak because it’s easy.

Her mind flashes to her ex’s shrill screams and pleads as her *troublemaking youngest sister Aito* stomped in his balls because he tried to hold her accountable…and she just allowed it to happen.

*I can’t stand by and do nothing again.*

She felt the guilt and determination of every client she’s failed. And as it numbs and burns away she knows it’s being replaced by a fire she can’t contain.

“Last chance,” she says, now having walked up the stairs and was stopping a foot from Taro. The hammer hums with Hexx energy, its silver surface reflecting the movie’s glow.

“Walk away, or I make *this* your *tiny testicle’s* business.”

Ken drops the popcorn, his hands raised. “Whoa, lady, chill—” But Taro’s not as smart. He steps forward, puffing out his chest, and jabs a finger at her.

“What the fuck did you say bitch? You think you’re tough? Get outta here before I call the cops.”

Sayuri doesn’t flinch. Her Hexx sense flares, and she moves, faster than she thought possible. The hammer swings, not at his head but at his outstretched arm. The flat of it connects with a crack, and Taro yelps, stumbling back, clutching his wrist—legs wide open.

*Verdic Vibration!* she thinks, as the hammer arcs downward with a glowing silver blur. It extends, dipping low enough to hits him square in the middle of his unexpecting sack.

*WHAM!!*

A Hexx weapon’s double vibrational impact made Taro’s man bit’s vibrate back and forth too quickly while being smashed into his pelvis. All with a sound that echoes through the theater—followed by a wet, sickening thunk that makes Ken’s face go pale.

*SPLAT!*

“Oh Fuck Dude! OH FUCK! My Balls!”

Taro hops on one foot, his eyes bulging as he stares at the glowing hammer in Sayuri’s grip. The room seems to spin around him as the pain shoots up his spine, making his teeth clatter. He’s never felt anything like this before. A painful punishment so intense it steals his breath, reducing him to a whimpering mess.

His eyes dart around, desperately seeking escape or relief, but all he finds is the unforgiving gaze of the woman in the pantsuit gleaming at his crushed nut pain.

*Now the other one—*

“I’ll kill you!”

Ken lunges, clumsy and desperate, but Sayuri’s already pivoting, her free hand grabbing his collar. She channels Hexx energy into her grip, strengthening her arm and twisting her wide hips, slamming him against the wall with a force that rattles the speakers.

He gasps, eyes wide, as the hammer hovers an inch from his face.

“Wrong *fucking* answer.” she says, her voice cold, motherly in its menace. Like when she’s scolding Aiko for stealing. “You don’t get to hurt people. Not tonight. Not ever.”

The college girl scrambles to her feet, grabbing her glasses. “Th-thank you,” she stammers, her voice shaking but grateful.

Sayuri doesn’t look at her, her eyes locked on Ken, then Taro, who’s cradling his swelling sperm bag and cursing under his breath. The Hexx energy in her veins sings, urging her to swing hard. To punish him *permanently…*

But she holds back.

She’s not a monster. She didn’t take lives...but she will protect and punish to keep things balanced. She needs to be fair.

Sayuri’s gaze shifts to Ken, the one who was about to punch her, his eyes wide with fear and pain from his friend’s agony. She drops the weapon and slips the pen back into her blaser so she can reach out and grab his crotch, instantly clamping around the marble-sized testicles beneath his skinny jeans.

*Called it. Small balls. Small brain. Tells me everything I already knew about this bastard.*

“Oh no! W-Wait!” Ken stiffened as his steroid shrunken nads were pressed painfully together in the defense attorney’s hand.

“If you want to press charges, miss,” she says without breaking eye contact with Ken. “Say something now and I’ll confiscate both of his *worthless tests* for you.”

“Nooo! Please!! M-Me and my wife w-want to have KIDS ONE DAY!” Ken’s world crumbles as he feels a thumb dig hard into his right little nut and he thinks it’s over.

“What do you think miss? I would counter he doesn’t deserve to be a father if he’s willing to have *unloyal* intentions for other woman. Cheating on his loving wife is a *crime* to most married couples. ”

The girl’s breath catches, her eyes flicking between Sayuri’s hand and the first crybaby’s friend’s pain-twisted face. She looks at Taro, this massive man who had been harassing her, now a picture of pain and regret.

Her gaze then settles on Sayuri, the stranger who had just become her hero. She looked like a wild dog waiting for the command to bite.

“…Nah. That wouldn’t be fair to his wife.”

The college girl’s voice is stronger now, and she steps closer to Ken, her glasses slightly askew.

She’s shaking but her eyes are clear, determined. “But…If you mess with me again, I’ll break them myself. You got that?”

Ken nods, his eyes watering, and his small dick shrinks even more as the Hexx energy makes his balls shake. He’s a pitiful sight, all swagger and bravado gone, reduced to a quivering mess at the mere threat of two women half his size.

“YESSS! I understand!! Please Let MY Nuts GO!”

The room feels smaller with the weight of Sayuri’s judgment hanging in the air over the two and she loves it.

*Real justice…*

“Get out,” she says, releasing Ken. He stumbles, hopping with stomach pains as he grabs Taro, and they bolt for the exit, tripping over seats in their panic.

The door slams behind them, and the theater falls silent, save for the rom-com’s swelling music. The girl stares at Sayuri, her expression a mix of awe and fear.

“You okay?” Sayuri asks, her voice softening. The silver aura of shaking force around her hand vanished. Hexx energy quieting but never really gone.

The girl nods, clutching her glasses. “Yeah. Thanks to you.” She hesitates, then adds, “Are you… like, a superhero or something?”

Sayuri’s laugh is short, bitter. “No. Just someone who’s tired of the world failing people like you.” She glances at the screen, where the movie’s lovers embrace, and feels a pang.

She’s alive in this moment, protecting, shielding, but the numbness waits, ready to creep back. “Go home,” she tells the girl. “And stay safe.”

As the girl hurries out, Sayuri sinks into a seat, her hands trembling. The squid ghoul’s corpse is still in the other room, a reminder of the line she’s crossed.

She killed tonight. Fought tonight. And she’ll do it again, like a constant cog in a system.

The world’s on fire, and she’s its shield, tainted but unyielding. The Hexx energy hums, a promise of more battles, more evils to face. She closes her eyes, letting the movie’s music wash over her, and wonders how long she can keep burning before she’s consumed…