Sorry guys, this chapter is short because I gotta get up to go somewhere tomorrow. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. Stay safe and cultivate that good karma.
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[1:09 AM — Unknown Location] [3rd Person POV]
"Ahhhkk!" A strangled, gurgled sound rings out through the still night air. Its owner's eyes roll back in his head as he is lifted off the ground.
His legs dangle limply before the mysterious figure flings him aside as effortlessly as one would toss a crumpled food wrapper.
Thud!
The body hits the ground, and the night is once more silent. The figure sighs and looks around at the carnage he wrought on the ground beneath him. Over 20 bodies lay twitching and groaning, and only he remains standing.
"Dammit!" the figure says, annoyed. "They were all too weak!"
After saying that, the figure leaps onto a nearby car's hood, then onto a nearby alleyway wall, using his momentum to do a front flip onto the building's roof in one smooth motion, not even using his hands once.
As he disappears, only a faint whisper of his words can be heard: "I think it's about time to start getting some serious money..."
Before his words even finished their echo, the figure was gone. Only the ruthlessly beaten thugs linked his presence with the locale, and even they didn't hear him mention a name.
[8 minutes later...]
A sleek black SUV pulls up to the scene of 20 rough and thuggish-looking young men groaning in pain and clutching their bodies.
A figure in black shades, tall and imposing, steps out. Behind his shades, his black eyes with white irises notice something intriguing: the defeated thugs were clutching the same spot.
Yet, interestingly enough, the spot that was bruised wasn't the spot they were clutching while wincing in pain.
That could only mean one thing.
The figure grins—a wolfish, devilish grin that could make even a wolf feel fear. "There's a new player on the board. An absolute monster." And that fact excited even him.
Grabbing a seemingly random kid, he asks authoritatively, "Who was the one who beat the shit out of you guys?"
The kid, recognizing the figure in the shades, gulps before hastily answering, "We don't know. But he was tall... and... he is a middle schooler..."
The kid looks away in shame, feeling overwhelmed by the events of the night.
The shaded figure's look, however, was genuinely shocked. "Middle schooler?"
A second passes, then he breaks out in hysterical laughter, putting the fear of God into the injured boys, who visbly blanche at the horrific sound.
The figure pulls out his phone and clicks on a contact in his speed dial. The line rings twice before a voice answers on the other end.
"Yo, Gun! Something happen? You'd usually wait 'til morning to report in."
The shaded figure, Gun, broadly smiles his wolfish grin before answering, "Goo, tell the Chairman that I might be AWOL for a couple of weeks. Something came up..."
Goo pauses before saying enthusiastically, "Whoever they are, they must have been special to get you to take an off day. I'm kind of curious now. Who could be so special that they'd get the mighty Gun to take personal days?"
"I don't know," Gun says, remaining in his shades, his black eyes with glowing white pupils shining in the moonlight. "But I'm going to find out."
Gun pauses, looking over at the defeated thugs who were looking incredulously at their suddenly healed arms.
Goo chuckles. "Believe me, Gun, I don't doubt it. Not a single bit. It's not a question of if. It's a question of when. Like a wolf tracking its prey. It's inevitable..."
Moments later, the SUV zooms off, and once more, the night is still.