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Chapter 1

(Eric P.O.V)

Walking down the streets and alleys sure isn't the best hobby you could have but, it's what I do. Like most of night, the alleys around Brooklyn would be dark and isolated. Occasionally there would be old folks gathering around in certain alley smoking and chit-chatting with fire warming them. Sometimes also there would be some teenage playing around the alley. In my cases, I found many activities that give me 'excitement' here.

"Well, what do we have here" says a burly man in black clothing. Looks like he bought his friends along. Welp, this is certainly interesting... "You dare touch one of my bros, beats him like pulp thinking you get away with it. Naww, ain't nowhere you're getting to escape today" he says to me reminding the last incident I had with them. By them, they are crack dealer gang (classic? i know) who always inhibits these side of allies at night. I don't really find problem with them, but last time was a personal invitation to start the dispute. So, I entertain them, what else I'm supposed to do? Besides this is the fastest route to my apartment. If I can have nice walk to home peacefully, then so are they.

"In my defense , your bros started it first. Be glad I let them breath you know. Could done worse than that" I said with playful tone. Just to, you know.... spite them. "Kids got balls I see, good thing I'm gonna beat you to dead yer hear me?!!" he said with annoyance. Whoopss , somebody got their feathers ruffle. " Ah yeah yeah, bring it on why don't you?" I said mockingly. Its not fun to fight without taunting the enemy, wonders from who I learnt that from...

Without a second, the said burly man charges forward toward me with his spiked bat in his hand. He tried to swing it to the right side of my head but I easily dodge it. He swinged it again to crush my head as if that's what only his focus. Heh, classic. I took a step back real fast to evade it but he already swinged his fist toward me with his spiked knuckle armed. Whoooo, quite fast I see...

Again, I'll evade it successfully while jumping the nearest alley walls to distance myself between me and him but unfortunately that put me in bad position because I landed directly in the middle between him and his two minions. "Get that brat!" he commands to his minion whose ready armed with rusty metal pipes. However, they really slow at throwing attack toward me. Sigh, why did I expect a grunt to fight so well?

They really slow that at some point my evasion resulting both grunts to hits each other when they tried to attack me at the same time. Seeing this make me took a chance to attack them. Upon jumping above them, I'll deliver a hard swing kick toward the grunt A on my left side while throwing my knife to legs of grunt B at my right side. My kick is not really that hard but looking to the fact that grunt A was thrown aback while spinning from my hits says otherwise. Holy shit, does he black out that easily already? Meanwhile, the grunt B was on the ground try to pull out the knife but to no avail, I had some special chemical on that knife which burn the skin for every movement he caused. Welp, that less one problem there. Now onto the Boss...

"POMM!!!" I'll must be careless focusing on grunt B that I forget to take a ready stance which resulting me received a hard blow from the burly man himself. Luckily, on the stomach since my positioning protect my head though. That sent me quite hard which resulting me crashed to nearby dustbin. Great, very pleasant...

"Heh, just I thought you could be weaker than this. Doesn't matter how fast you are, a frail creature always dies easily." he said to me while walking toward me with his spiky bats. "Any last word, squirt?" he taunts me while readying himself with his bat facing me. "..........your mom" I said after quite a while. "You little shit! Die !" he rages while swinging his bats toward me. Welp that's certainly sets him off. Man, I love teasing people.

BOOMMM, he landed the bats making a blastful impact that made smokes surround him. "That sure will teach a squirt like you to not mess with adult" he said in the smoke. Although after a while smoke has dispersed , he saw the destroyed bin, but my body is nowhere to be found. "What! The fuck he goes now, that little-" he rages again but before he could finish a multiple knife slash through the peripheral of his body making him scream in pain. Then, there is me, safely landing behind him.

"Adults don't seek fight with children. That make them looks childish you know. So I wondered who is squirt here? Oh right, it's you of course." I said to him knowing full well I had control over the situation now. "You brat- arghh!!" he tried to get up but his extremities protest to work. Hmmm, this one really fast acting. Right now, he still conscious but that will change soon.

I slowly getting close to his frustrating face while his body hugging the ground, "Any last word, squirt?" I said to him the word he used to me but before he said anything, I had already delivered a hard blow to his face making him unconsciousness. Hmph, stupid people these days...

"Hmm, need a hand over there?" I said to the grunts who still trying to pull the knife in his legs. He tried to attack me but like I said before, its so weak and slow, so I had to jab his neck. Then pull my knife out his left making him scream in agony. "Cops will do their usual patrol around this street in about 10 minutes since its morning, be grateful I let you all lives. Next time, this knife goes straight to your lungs" I threatened him though he is still focusing on his pain. I proceed my way to my own apartment leisurely.

Man, he sure gonna ask me so many question soon...

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"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR BODY??!!"

Eugh, told ya.

"m' fine. Why haven't you sleeping yet, its 4.50 in morning?" I said to my housemate who I already know stay up very late. "Cut it out dude, don't evade my question and you already know why." he answered me back, not really letting this go untold. "Well, I am hoping to not answer those, and I'm tired. So, drop it please?" I said to him.

"Dude, the last time you had bruise on your face. Mind you, its unholy. It worries me dude, where did you even went outside there at this time?" he said to me carefully as he tried to not mix in my business. "I really don't have any suitable answer for that, nor Im going to answer it any time soon. Thanks for that compliment tho, but I'm really fine. I swear." I said to him sarcastically at the compliment part.

He is not the type to mother henning me in general before but since the last incident of first encounter with that thug at alley.....who is he now? "You aren't usually like this, so why worried so much if I'm genuinely asking" I said to him in curiosity. " I gonna pretend to not understand by what you mean 'like this', and probably ALSO not going to answer that if you ain't answer mine either." he said to me. Heh, touché.

"*Sigh*, fine then. I'm gonna take a bath and sleep after that. Wake me before afternoon lab please?" I'm asking him with oh-so-politely tone. "Huff, fine. The bandages are in the bathroom mirror, use it would you". he said to me back. Is that a what they called being caring? "Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, or morning, or-whatever" I bid him only to be receive with his simple "mhmm".

I skid my way to my room and proceed to bath and applying the bandage. The wound is not that deep, but its sure going to scar soon..... "Should kill them when you had chance"... uhh yeah, I might want to set an alarm first just in case he forgot to wake me up tomorrow. ."Hell yeah, and fetch them souls don't you think?"..... Hmm, wonder if I could skip tomorrow class, it's not like the first time I has done it. Mr Larrinson class is boring anyway. After done bandaging my injured site and prepared my bed, I finally let myself succumb to the sleep even though it's 5.20 in morning.

" You know one day you gonna act out on your nature anyways. Its your fate after all"....."Yeahh, and when that day come, you will see everything in our ways~".

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not gonna happen. I'm going to made sure of it.

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