X marks the spot

Laws of Nature

A fist slammed into the face of an already bloodied and bruised Aaron. He took it, spinning around. He spat some blood out of his mouth, wiping the rest off with his hand, putting his hands back up into position.

His opponent attacked, but that attack was pushed to the side as Aaron slammed his head into the guy. The man stumbled, before Aaron punched him with one hand, sending the face right; before being hit with the other hand, the face going left.

Aaron continued the punching assault, each time hitting somewhere else. He, once again, made them collide heads. The crowd roared with cheers at the act of violence; at the tables that were once again turned.

Aaron was tired, battered, warn out. But, he knew he wasn't done. The "ref" held out a pistol. Aaron took it, knowing what he had to do. Without another thought, he fired it, ending the life of his opponent.

The man probably had a family: siblings, partner, kids. Aaron used to have one of the first thing. He knew he'd just taken someone away who had all those things that he didn't.

Did he think about it? Sure. But, the man was bad, coming to a club like this. Someone like the boy, an angry fool trying to escape with some sense of being alive.

Now, only one person in the ring was.

Aaron got a pat on the back by the ref as his arm was held up in the air, the cheers climaxing at the winner, "Boss next door wants a word with you." The ref said, voice quiet so only Aaron heard it.

"Told you, not interested." Was Aaron's reply.

"He doesn't like being told no." It sounded like a threat.

"Then tell him to come to my house and offer it himself." But there was no sense of fear in Aaron's voice.

Aaron used to have a reaction to the earnings he'd get from these fights. Now, though, he lost the allure of it. The bag was put on the table, the man behind the counter – a man who wasn't too much younger than Aaron – continued to put the money in the bag. The whole time, there was no talk between them. Aaron didn't really mind, he just waited for his money.

"There, all done." The man, Carlos, told him as he zipped the backup. As Aaron went to grab one of the straps, Carlos pulled back – having yet to release his – "There's gotta be something better for you to be doing, kid."

"Yeah? Like what?" Aaron challenged.

"Anything other than being here. Look, I get it, you're pissed at the world and at yourself, but there are healthier ways of dealing what whatever you've got going in inside of you. You don't, you'll just end up like your buddy back there."

Aaron removed Carlos' hand from the strap but didn't move. He clicked his tongue as he shook his head, "Thanks for the tip, Carlos." He didn't mean those words. There was a bit of malice to them. Aaron continued on his way, throwing a middle finger over his shoulder at the man.

"Anything?" Rebecca Sitwell asked as she entered Coulson's office. Currently, the place only held Mack, who held a file in his hand.

Her heels clicking came to a stop as she rested herself against the door frame, smiling at her friend.

Mack looked up to her, seeing her in a smart, white, top, jeans, and black heels. She looked professional, "Nah, nothing yet. You?"

The woman that they were looking for was someone who was, give or take, around Coulson's age. The woman was leading a group of people – black ops group, most likely – that was, to their guess, making Inhumans disappear. Taking them where? Who knew.

First thing first, was to find out who she was.

That was where Daisy had been going, to try save as many Inhumans as they could. There was something creating them out of nowhere. It was – almost – an outbreak.