Odd Jobs R Us

Aaaghh!

Blood flowed from the fingertips of the strapped man. His pale face panting, he grips tightly to his prion, a rotten, decrepit chair. As he regains sanity, he is met with a sight he wished he never saw: 

His own wife getting skewered through her breasts with a red hot poker. 

Screaming through the rotten rag, his eyes dart towards the figure sitting in the dark. A tall, round, pudgy man steps out of the shadows, his tiny beady eyes squinting at his victims "Now tell me, Mr. Furukami, where is the amulet?" 

Having the rag ripped out from his mouth, the man, now revealed as Mr. Furukami, spat his bloody mucus right into his face. Wiping the bloody spit, the hulking mass spoke again "I won't ask again, so please tell me: Where. Is. The. Amulet?" Leaning in closer than ever, his breath landed on the man's face. 

Spitting once more, the fat man, unlike his features, deftly avoided the projectile. Looking at the bloody puddle down on the floor, he turned silently once more, before suddenly punching straight into his face. Rubbing his hands onto a handkerchief his subordinate brought to him, he went to the woman.

Rubbing her mashed face, he felt her once smooth face, now nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh. Those idiots didn't treat her well. Seems I need to do some discipling as well...

Rubbing his hands, he went out of the dark, decrepit warehouse, intending to report to his superiors about the update regarding the 'amulet'. What's so good about a lousy piece of metal anyways? It's not like as if it's a massive weapon of destruction...

Snapping his fingers, he instructed his most trusted follower, Danujo. "Put them out of their misery will you? Oh, and make sure that this does not come under our names, or else the boss himself would eliminate us. You do know how much power that man wields." 

The scar faced man at the door turned his head, his expressionless face showing nothing, simply replying "Got it boss." He turns his head back to the inside, yelling brusquely "You heard the boss, kill 'em!" 

Two silent gun shots were heard the next second.

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"We just got news that we have managed to identify the two bodies that were recovered near Hattori Ryukuchi, just five kilometers away from one of the banks. Although their bodies were horribly mangled, we have managed to identify them as the famous archaeologist duo, the Furukami's. They had most of their bodies tortured and mangled beyond belief, along with signs of live decomposition. Who on earth could do such a thing..."

Inside a wooden house, two urns lay side by side, as grieving family members gathered round for mourning. A two year old boy remained by the side of a young woman, who quietly sobbed. Between her tears, she comforted the boy "Don't worry, Subaru-kun, I'll take care of you in place of my deceased brother."

All the boy could do was nod listlessly, too overwhelmed by the situation, clenching upon the amulet they had given him.